Perfect
A/N- This is a Kate fic. Please R/R this and my other stories.
My life is perfect right? I'm a cheerleader; I have Brad Pitt for a boyfriend (that's a medefore) and overall I am really cool and it appears that I lead a grand life. Right? Wrong. Meet me, Kate Sanders. Not Kate Sanders Queen of Mean (and Hillridge), but Kate Sanders, regular kid. My parents got a divorce at the end of sixth grade. I hated that. Nothing was the same. At camp I became friends with Claire Miller, whose parents divorced when she was 8. We understood each other. Therefore I felt the need to ditch my best friends, Lizzie McGuire, Miranda Sanchez, and David Gordon. Why? I couldn't say. The thing is, that trio was like Claire, but they don't realize it. They made me ditch Parker Mackenzie for them. Parker was the lower class individual and the trio was middle class best friends. The higher I climbed on the social ladder, the unhappier I became. Not just from school and friends. When I ditched Parker, my mom's newborn died 4 days after he was born. When I ditched the trio, my parents got a divorce. Get the connection? I long for some terrible tragedy to happen so I could ditch popularity. Not that I dislike it that much, I'm just bored of it. It is the same thing, day after day, week after week, and month after month. At least with the trio it always changed. Except of course for Friday Movie Night. That was always the same. I guess I don't hate being popular; it's just that I miss them. Whoa. I miss the trio? I miss constantly hearing snide comments about not being popular? I miss Gordo's endless lectures about caring what other people think? I miss Lizzie always complaining that Ethan doesn't look at her, when Claire's got him? I miss Miranda's stubborn-ness? Ok, so maybe I do. Man, popularity really is getting to me. So what's perfect? Being friends with Claire? Being friends with the trio? Being friends with Parker? What? I need a sign! Please God give me a sign. Man, I've got serious problems. Perfect. The word always freezes on the tip of my tongue. Ethan once told me I was perfect, but I couldn't say it back. I guess that's because nothing's perfect. Not Ethan, not Lizzie, not Claire, not Parker, and not me, definitely not me.
A/N- I guess that's the end, unless you want me to continue. Please review.
A/N- This is a Kate fic. Please R/R this and my other stories.
My life is perfect right? I'm a cheerleader; I have Brad Pitt for a boyfriend (that's a medefore) and overall I am really cool and it appears that I lead a grand life. Right? Wrong. Meet me, Kate Sanders. Not Kate Sanders Queen of Mean (and Hillridge), but Kate Sanders, regular kid. My parents got a divorce at the end of sixth grade. I hated that. Nothing was the same. At camp I became friends with Claire Miller, whose parents divorced when she was 8. We understood each other. Therefore I felt the need to ditch my best friends, Lizzie McGuire, Miranda Sanchez, and David Gordon. Why? I couldn't say. The thing is, that trio was like Claire, but they don't realize it. They made me ditch Parker Mackenzie for them. Parker was the lower class individual and the trio was middle class best friends. The higher I climbed on the social ladder, the unhappier I became. Not just from school and friends. When I ditched Parker, my mom's newborn died 4 days after he was born. When I ditched the trio, my parents got a divorce. Get the connection? I long for some terrible tragedy to happen so I could ditch popularity. Not that I dislike it that much, I'm just bored of it. It is the same thing, day after day, week after week, and month after month. At least with the trio it always changed. Except of course for Friday Movie Night. That was always the same. I guess I don't hate being popular; it's just that I miss them. Whoa. I miss the trio? I miss constantly hearing snide comments about not being popular? I miss Gordo's endless lectures about caring what other people think? I miss Lizzie always complaining that Ethan doesn't look at her, when Claire's got him? I miss Miranda's stubborn-ness? Ok, so maybe I do. Man, popularity really is getting to me. So what's perfect? Being friends with Claire? Being friends with the trio? Being friends with Parker? What? I need a sign! Please God give me a sign. Man, I've got serious problems. Perfect. The word always freezes on the tip of my tongue. Ethan once told me I was perfect, but I couldn't say it back. I guess that's because nothing's perfect. Not Ethan, not Lizzie, not Claire, not Parker, and not me, definitely not me.
A/N- I guess that's the end, unless you want me to continue. Please review.