Sometime

By: Rachel

Frankly I find Lizzie McGuire well-made and perhaps even a little revolutionary (if nothing, in it's fashions.)   So here's my fic.  It takes place sophomore/junior year for the gang, and it assumes that the movie did in fact take place.  So go!  Read! =)

Life in all it's quibbling little problems, annoyances and mishaps was just one of the daily

issues David Gordon faced every day in the hell-hole he called home.  David

pondered this fact in a rather clean yet still despicable public restroom.  Specifically he

was standing in front of a urinal pissing in the bathroom of his high school.  Seeing no

real solution he zipped up and shuffled over to the sink to give his hands a quick rinse. 

He held his own gaze in the mirror and suppressed an urge to hit something, very hard. 

Although he had always been a rather thin child, in the last two years he had started

running.  This coupled with the fact that his height was starting to shoot or rather creep

upwards, really didn't hide his gangly-ness, which isn't even a word.  But this was not the reason for

the sudden violent thought that short across his brain.  The violent thought was more

linked to his previous thought of life, in all it's glory.  David shook off the water droplets

clinging to his hand on account of the lack of paper towels and strode out with his hands

in his pockets and shoulders slightly tensed.

Back in Trig, David was hunched over his seat with his long vertebrae curved into a

slight arc.  Mr. Das was sitting behind his computer doing something intently as he did

every other day.  The class was filled with a low hum, as students did their homework

like they were expected to do during the period, chatted with each other about math,

conversed about other subjects or entertained themselves.  David fit into the last category. 

Technically David was a bright kid.  He had a very analytical mind that also had very clear

visions of creativity.  Although Math…. Trigonometry…..well for some reason that David did not

care to think about, he sucked at Trig.  Thus he did not do the homework.  After barely

scraping through the midterm he had little hope of getting through the final and gave up.  

With his black wraparound headphones encasing his head full of unruly dark brown hair

David thought about a time when giving up on schoolwork was taboo to him, when he

couldn't even imagine of who he would become and why.