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Chapter 2- A Trip Down Memory Lane

A loud clap of thunder and a bright flash of lightning hurtled down from the sky and Lizzie McGuire sat up in bed. She looked over to her nightstand at her fluorescent clock.

3:12 AM.

Lizzie groaned and rolled her eyes. She fell backwards into her pillow and tried to fall back asleep.

After 10 minutes of unwillingly lying awake she reluctantly got out of bed in search of a way to occupy herself until she was tired enough to go back to sleep.

She opened her closet doors and sat down on the floor, milling through all of the junk she had thrown down there in the past years.

"I should really clean this thing out sometime," the girl mused.

The girl was shifting over puzzles, and board games, through old school notebooks and magazines, when something caught her eye.

It was a relatively large book, it was very dark in her room, so she couldn't tell exactly what color it was.

A smile of recognition crept over the blonde's face as she realized what it was. It was a photo album. The McGuires took pictures anywhere and everywhere they went, whether it was a get together for dinner at a friends house, or a genuinely picture worthy vacation. There must have been a hundred albums in the McGuire household; each filled to the brim with pictures.

Lizzie eagerly grabbed the photo album out of her closet and jumped onto her bed. She clicked on her light and sat cross-legged, pulling the album onto her lap.

She didn't remember which album this was. She was sure she'd looked through all of the albums in the house; except the one's in Matt's room maybe...

It was summer. Lizzie was 14 years old, fresh out of school for the year. Well, after tomorrow anyway, but how much can the last half-day count anyway?

Lizzie McGuire gently opened the front cover, her eyes scanning the first page. There weren't any pictures on it. Instead, there was an envelope sealed on the page. She pulled back the page's protective covering and took out the envelope. Confused, she opened it, and took out the piece of paper inside.

Dear Lizzie,

If you have gone this deep into your closet, you either need more sleep, or you have to go finish your homework right now!

Lizzie rolled her eyes at how well her mom knew her. She read on.

These are pictures of you and your old friends, Miranda and Gordo. I don't know if you remember them, but we've told you many stories. Maybe these will help you feel better, sweetie.

Love,

Mom and Dad

She nodded. There was always something about those stories that bothered her. Something just wasn't right. She tried to remember.

She could always remember a park, little tidbits of conversation, two brunette heads, and a lot of laughing, but that was about it.

Lizzie sighed. It always seemed weird to her. Three best friends, so unbelievably close that nothing could ever part them- yet something did.

It also bothered her girl that out of all those days they were together, the only one she could remember was her third birthday, the worst day of them all.

It had begun so well, like a birthday should; happiness, family, friends... And then, all of a sudden, her young world came to a screeching halt. She remembered that moment vividly, in her mother's arms on the Gordons 'ex-front porch.' Jo's words echoed through her head. "They're gone."

Lizzie shivered and gingerly turned the page of the album. Her eyes skimmed over the pictures and a smile snuck its way onto her face.

The first picture was of her and Gordo. She was kissing his cheek, and he was sporting an ear-to-ear grin. There was a caption on the side of the picture, in Jo's handwriting. Lizzie looked down the page to see that all of the pictures had short narrations. The first one was simple:

"How cute."

There was another picture underneath it, of Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo. Lizzie smiled, they were so young. The caption on this one was painfully ironic:

"Three best friends. Together forever."

Lizzie bit her lip. Yeah, she thought, together forever. I wish.

She continued looking through the album, reviewing memory after memory. Wow, she thought again, this has more history than my textbook.

Towards the 3/4 point in the album, Lizzie was so happy you would have thought the trio were still friends. She was giggling ad closing her eyes, trying to remember anything about the pictures. A few scattered details came into her mind, and she was positively thrilled.

She neared the end, and turned a page, eager for more.

There was only one picture on the page. It was taken on the morning of her third birthday. 3-year-old Lizzie McGuire was standing by the car door waiting to go to Gordo's, completely unaware of the heartache about to befall her.

A single tear ran down the teenager's cheek when she realized that for the past half-hour she had been reliving a fantasy. It was too good to be true. She suddenly missed Miranda and Gordo dearly for the first time in her life. The hole in her heart that she had tried so desperately to fill was reopening.

The rest of the pages were blank.

Figures, She thought.

She wiped the tear off of her cheek and turned off her light. She curled up under the blankets.

Lizzie looked out of the window next to her bed at the house next door. The house was unusually close, and one of the rooms on the second floor jutted out of the house, and came only a foot away from Lizzie's window.

She sighed, the people who lived there never used that room, and once or twice, when they were out, Lizzie had snuck in a few times, just to look around. She could stop through the window with no problem at all. It wasn't very interesting, just your regular old, ordinary deserted room, filled with boxes.

Lizzie drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Miranda and Gordo.

It wasn't like she was an outcast at school who had to dream about friends to make herself happy. No, it wasn't like that at all. Lizzie had made many friends over the years, none however, as close to her heart as Miranda and Gordo had once been.

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Lizzie was shocked, completely and totally shocked. She ran up the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran into her room and slammed the door, then proceed to bury herself headfirst into a bean bag chair on the floor. The small girl was sobbing and shaking softly.

"They're gone, gone, gone, gone."

Thunder cracked again and Lizzie jolted up in bed...again. She shuddered at the memory of that horrible day. She looked at her clock again.

4:58 AM.

Lizzie pursed her lips in disgust. She obviously wasn't going to get any sleep for the rest of the night. Morning. Whatever.

"Mom!!" she had to know. Now.

A few moments later, a very disheveled Jo McGuire raced into the room, her hair sticking up at odd angles, her eyes half closed from being shaken from her dreams.

"Lizzie honey what's wrong, are you ok? You're not hurt are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Lizzie reassured her mother, "but I need to know something, and I need to know it now."

Jo was slightly taken aback. Lizzie was usually calm and collected, incredibly sweet; not demanding or protesting in any way.

"Anything, sweetie. What is it?" she asked her daughter.

"Why did the Gordons move?"

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