Chapter One
Disclaimer: Some parts were inspired by Suicide Kitten's story, "Porcelain". Lizzie McGuire and the rest of the Lizzie McGuire characters aren't mine. Don't sue me.
(2006)
My life isn't as perfect as everyone thinks. I have problems just like everyone else. What's the difference between me and everyone else? I never let it show.
(2 years ago)
"Wassup Kate," Ethan, my boyfriend of three years greeted me. He was the most wanted boy in school and yet, I had him. I used to consider myself the luckiest girl in the world, but now being with him was like being with a mentally challenged person.
"Hey," I plaster a false smile on my face. I absentmindedly pick lint off of my cheerleading skirt.
"Heard your parents are out of town this weekend," he suggested.
"Yeah," I respond, now twirling my dark golden locks around my finger.
"So, I was thinking ---" he started.
"No," I cut him off, still putting on my false façade. "I'm supposed to be staying at Claire's this weekend," I lied. Really I just didn't want him over during the few times I had the whole house to myself.
"Okay," he responded disappointed. "Maybe next time. But, I got to go study for that.what's that one subject with all the square roots and stuff?"
"Algebra," I answer dryly.
"Yeah, " he nods. He briefly rubs my thigh as he pecks me on the cheek and runs off. Finally. relief. When I'm alone I can take my mask off and accept the fact that my life isn't as perfect as it appears to be. My cousin Amy couldn't care less about me. All she cares about is the loads of my money my parents leave when they're on one of their infamous "business trips" and need her to "baby-sit" me. And on the rare occasions they are home, they're either in their rooms doing their own thing, ignoring the fact that they have a lonely sixteen-year-old daughter, or getting drunk off their ass. Most of the time I just ignore them and pretend I have parents like Lizzie McGuire. She's so lucky to have parents that actually care, and the worst part of it all, she doesn't even know how lucky she is.
When I arrived home, I was surprised to find both my mom and dad there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked my mother with an innocent act. She saw right though it. After all she is the woman who has taught me everything there is to know about being a bitch. "Cut the act, Katherine. Your father and I had a change of plans."
"Sorry mother," I reply through clenched teeth.
She stares at me for what seems like an eternity before she finally says, "You're gaining weight. No dinner tonight and starting tomorrow, strictly salads until I see a change." She demanded taking a long swig of her Bacardi.
"Yes, mother." I respond, trudging upstairs to my room. I hated her the most when she was drunk.
Disclaimer: Some parts were inspired by Suicide Kitten's story, "Porcelain". Lizzie McGuire and the rest of the Lizzie McGuire characters aren't mine. Don't sue me.
(2006)
My life isn't as perfect as everyone thinks. I have problems just like everyone else. What's the difference between me and everyone else? I never let it show.
(2 years ago)
"Wassup Kate," Ethan, my boyfriend of three years greeted me. He was the most wanted boy in school and yet, I had him. I used to consider myself the luckiest girl in the world, but now being with him was like being with a mentally challenged person.
"Hey," I plaster a false smile on my face. I absentmindedly pick lint off of my cheerleading skirt.
"Heard your parents are out of town this weekend," he suggested.
"Yeah," I respond, now twirling my dark golden locks around my finger.
"So, I was thinking ---" he started.
"No," I cut him off, still putting on my false façade. "I'm supposed to be staying at Claire's this weekend," I lied. Really I just didn't want him over during the few times I had the whole house to myself.
"Okay," he responded disappointed. "Maybe next time. But, I got to go study for that.what's that one subject with all the square roots and stuff?"
"Algebra," I answer dryly.
"Yeah, " he nods. He briefly rubs my thigh as he pecks me on the cheek and runs off. Finally. relief. When I'm alone I can take my mask off and accept the fact that my life isn't as perfect as it appears to be. My cousin Amy couldn't care less about me. All she cares about is the loads of my money my parents leave when they're on one of their infamous "business trips" and need her to "baby-sit" me. And on the rare occasions they are home, they're either in their rooms doing their own thing, ignoring the fact that they have a lonely sixteen-year-old daughter, or getting drunk off their ass. Most of the time I just ignore them and pretend I have parents like Lizzie McGuire. She's so lucky to have parents that actually care, and the worst part of it all, she doesn't even know how lucky she is.
When I arrived home, I was surprised to find both my mom and dad there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked my mother with an innocent act. She saw right though it. After all she is the woman who has taught me everything there is to know about being a bitch. "Cut the act, Katherine. Your father and I had a change of plans."
"Sorry mother," I reply through clenched teeth.
She stares at me for what seems like an eternity before she finally says, "You're gaining weight. No dinner tonight and starting tomorrow, strictly salads until I see a change." She demanded taking a long swig of her Bacardi.
"Yes, mother." I respond, trudging upstairs to my room. I hated her the most when she was drunk.