Disclaimer: I do not own any original characters from the show Lizzie McGuire. I do, however, own any other character in here. If you don't know which ones I'm talking about then I suggest you start watching Lizzie McGuire a little more often. This story is rated R for sexual content, violence, adult situations and language. If any of that offends you, I suggest you stop reading now. For the rest of you, this is the sequel to Remember Me.
I have to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews on both Remember Me and A Little Bit of Me, A Little Bit of Three. The erotica containing the love triangle was meant to be only a short sex story, but with all of the reviews and requests for more; some ideas have popped into my mind. Now don't get too excited and mess your pants, I'm going to finish Take It To The Limit before I start a story of that kind.
I also have another story idea, one that won't end until the final episode of Lizzie McGuire. I hope that is a long way off but I'm not going to say anymore because I know that my idea is completely original and I don't want anyone stealing it. Keep on the lookout for "David Gordon: Get Inside His Head"
I know that none of the gang show up in this little introduction but be patient and you will be greatly rewarded. Now, on with the story!
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Take It To The Limit
Introduction: Punk Rock Girls
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Katrina Renolds, Kit to all her friends, fingered her new facial piercing as she looked out the window of the airplane. Her mother, Marcia, hated all piercings except for two small holes in each ear. She tolerated her daughters belly button piercing as it was a little more innocent then her other seven piercings. Her mother gave into Kit's newest addition only because it was the only way to convince her daughter to not whine about moving to California. That's how she eventually got her mother to give permission to all the others.
"Katrina, honey. It's not going to be that bad." Marcia tried to calm her daughter. It wasn't working.
"Mother, what do you expect? Dad leaves you for his secretary and you decide to move all the way to California. That's like, what? Three thousand miles away from New York!" Kit exclaimed. Sighing she turned and looked out the window again.
Just because her father couldn't keep it in his pants, and her mother was frigid, she was expected to be happy about leaving her life behind? Hell no! Sure, her life back in New York had been anything but glamorous. Kit was depressed half the time. Hell, she was depressed most of the time. Her parents left her alone most of her life with her father being a lawyer and her mother a posh woman's club owner. They seemed to have no time for their only child.
Kit knew that her parents loved her. Her parents had only been exercising what they had been taught: money meant happiness. To some extent, Kit hated the fact that she came from money. She had been spoiled from an early age, but had never really wanted it so had decided to rebel. Her mother hated it when Kit came home with new clothes. Looking at the price tags disgusted her. How could anything be good quality if it only cost two dollars at a nearby thrift store?
Kit rolled her eyes at her own thoughts and ran a finger over her latest 'therapy sessions'. That was another issue. Her mother had threatened that if she didn't stop her cutting issue, she would have to see a real therapist instead of her own therapy of taking her depression, literally, into her own hands.
Kit shook her head, her brain hurt from thinking. Kit reached into her carry on bag and pulled out a small hand held camera. Extracting the playback screen and pushing the plug of her headphones into the jack, she pressed play. On the screen, a short, yet intimidating girl with blue hair and just as many piercings as Kit, popped up onto the screen.
"Kit." the girl yelled into the camera. "If you get a new best friend I will kill you!" she tried to look menacing but a lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I mean it though. I will fly out to California and kick your ass, Katrina Maria Renolds!" with that the girl stood up on the bed and began jumping on it, her blue plaid skirt bouncing up and showing the girl's boxer briefs she was wearing. The tape cut out.
The next scene showed the previous girl with blue hair, along with another girl with jet black hair and dark red lip stick. They looked to be on a roof top, sitting precariously on the edge.
"Have you ever thought of jumping?" the black haired girl said, looking down. The camera panned down to show the New York block below them. They were easily thirty stories up and the traffic below was bumper to bumper. The camera panned back to the two girls.
"Mary-Ann, you always think about death!" came a male voice. Soon a tall but skinny boy sporting spikes and chains sat in the view of the camera. Mary-Ann pushed him a little and he laughed.
"It's not funny, Ray!" the blue haired girl scowled at him and immediately his tone was a somber one.
"It's not like she would actually do it!" Ray defended himself.
"What makes you think I won't do it?" Mary-Ann looked up for the first time.
"Freak! You've been only talking about it for the last five years. If you haven't done it already, you won't." Ray shrugged and then added "Besides, Tia is just uptight cause Kit is leaving and she won't have anyone to play with anymore!" The camera fell to the side as someone got smacked and then the tape stopped.
Kit sighed and put her camera away. She'd miss those guys for sure. They all said they would keep in touch and fly out to see her once the school year was over. The only person she believed would was Tia. Tia, now that was a sore subject. Kit's eyes teared up as a voice over the intercom announced that they were landing.
After the plane landed, Kit got up and followed her mother through the busy California terminal. Upon reaching down to get her bag, a young blond boy about her age grabbed it and handed it to her, smiling and winking at her. She didn't even say thanks. What was it with these blond California playboys disguised as nice guys? At least the players in New York acted like players. Kit rolled her eyes and continued to follow her mom.
This was going to be hell, pure hell. Kit could already tell.
I have to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews on both Remember Me and A Little Bit of Me, A Little Bit of Three. The erotica containing the love triangle was meant to be only a short sex story, but with all of the reviews and requests for more; some ideas have popped into my mind. Now don't get too excited and mess your pants, I'm going to finish Take It To The Limit before I start a story of that kind.
I also have another story idea, one that won't end until the final episode of Lizzie McGuire. I hope that is a long way off but I'm not going to say anymore because I know that my idea is completely original and I don't want anyone stealing it. Keep on the lookout for "David Gordon: Get Inside His Head"
I know that none of the gang show up in this little introduction but be patient and you will be greatly rewarded. Now, on with the story!
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Take It To The Limit
Introduction: Punk Rock Girls
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Katrina Renolds, Kit to all her friends, fingered her new facial piercing as she looked out the window of the airplane. Her mother, Marcia, hated all piercings except for two small holes in each ear. She tolerated her daughters belly button piercing as it was a little more innocent then her other seven piercings. Her mother gave into Kit's newest addition only because it was the only way to convince her daughter to not whine about moving to California. That's how she eventually got her mother to give permission to all the others.
"Katrina, honey. It's not going to be that bad." Marcia tried to calm her daughter. It wasn't working.
"Mother, what do you expect? Dad leaves you for his secretary and you decide to move all the way to California. That's like, what? Three thousand miles away from New York!" Kit exclaimed. Sighing she turned and looked out the window again.
Just because her father couldn't keep it in his pants, and her mother was frigid, she was expected to be happy about leaving her life behind? Hell no! Sure, her life back in New York had been anything but glamorous. Kit was depressed half the time. Hell, she was depressed most of the time. Her parents left her alone most of her life with her father being a lawyer and her mother a posh woman's club owner. They seemed to have no time for their only child.
Kit knew that her parents loved her. Her parents had only been exercising what they had been taught: money meant happiness. To some extent, Kit hated the fact that she came from money. She had been spoiled from an early age, but had never really wanted it so had decided to rebel. Her mother hated it when Kit came home with new clothes. Looking at the price tags disgusted her. How could anything be good quality if it only cost two dollars at a nearby thrift store?
Kit rolled her eyes at her own thoughts and ran a finger over her latest 'therapy sessions'. That was another issue. Her mother had threatened that if she didn't stop her cutting issue, she would have to see a real therapist instead of her own therapy of taking her depression, literally, into her own hands.
Kit shook her head, her brain hurt from thinking. Kit reached into her carry on bag and pulled out a small hand held camera. Extracting the playback screen and pushing the plug of her headphones into the jack, she pressed play. On the screen, a short, yet intimidating girl with blue hair and just as many piercings as Kit, popped up onto the screen.
"Kit." the girl yelled into the camera. "If you get a new best friend I will kill you!" she tried to look menacing but a lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I mean it though. I will fly out to California and kick your ass, Katrina Maria Renolds!" with that the girl stood up on the bed and began jumping on it, her blue plaid skirt bouncing up and showing the girl's boxer briefs she was wearing. The tape cut out.
The next scene showed the previous girl with blue hair, along with another girl with jet black hair and dark red lip stick. They looked to be on a roof top, sitting precariously on the edge.
"Have you ever thought of jumping?" the black haired girl said, looking down. The camera panned down to show the New York block below them. They were easily thirty stories up and the traffic below was bumper to bumper. The camera panned back to the two girls.
"Mary-Ann, you always think about death!" came a male voice. Soon a tall but skinny boy sporting spikes and chains sat in the view of the camera. Mary-Ann pushed him a little and he laughed.
"It's not funny, Ray!" the blue haired girl scowled at him and immediately his tone was a somber one.
"It's not like she would actually do it!" Ray defended himself.
"What makes you think I won't do it?" Mary-Ann looked up for the first time.
"Freak! You've been only talking about it for the last five years. If you haven't done it already, you won't." Ray shrugged and then added "Besides, Tia is just uptight cause Kit is leaving and she won't have anyone to play with anymore!" The camera fell to the side as someone got smacked and then the tape stopped.
Kit sighed and put her camera away. She'd miss those guys for sure. They all said they would keep in touch and fly out to see her once the school year was over. The only person she believed would was Tia. Tia, now that was a sore subject. Kit's eyes teared up as a voice over the intercom announced that they were landing.
After the plane landed, Kit got up and followed her mother through the busy California terminal. Upon reaching down to get her bag, a young blond boy about her age grabbed it and handed it to her, smiling and winking at her. She didn't even say thanks. What was it with these blond California playboys disguised as nice guys? At least the players in New York acted like players. Kit rolled her eyes and continued to follow her mom.
This was going to be hell, pure hell. Kit could already tell.