Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did, Gordo would be locked safely away in my bedroom *wink*. Anyway, this is my own origional work, yada yada yada. It is rated PG-13 for adult situations.

A/N: It starts off slow and just like the typical show of Lizzie McGuire. I realized that I may have started off a relationship a little too soon and because of that I decided to add a little set back. However, it does get interesting so hang in there. This is also my first attempt at a chapter story. I'm usually used to writing short stories so input would deffinetely be nice.

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Remember Me

Prologue: Wake Up

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Lizzie McGuire woke with a start to the ringing of her alarm clock. Clumsily she knocked her bed side clock off her nightstand. Groaning, she brought her feet over the side of her bed and picked her still beeping clock off the floor. Hitting the off button she put it on her nightstand and headed over to her closet to pick out something before heading to take a shower.

"What a great way to start your first day of high school, Lizzie" she spoke softly to herself as her bedroom door opened to reveal the cheshire cat grin of her little brother, Matt.

"Talking to yourself again, Lizzie?" Matt said, doing his best at being his bratty self.

"Out! Before I tell mom." Lizzie screeched, pointing to her door. Matt reluctantly shut her door and left her standing alone.

After ten minutes and still no idea of what to wear, Lizzie picked up her phone to call her best friend, Miranda Sanchez, for advice. Lizzie didn't hear a dial tone so she held her phone to her ears.

"Lanny, this is going to be the best day of our lives. Sixth grade here we..." Matt was saying as Lizzie screamed in frustration.

"Matt, get off the phone now! This is an emergency." Lizzie yelled into the phone.

"Can't find a way to hide your ugly face? Use a paper bag." there was a pause as Lizzie heard a faint 'Matt...' come from their mother. "Sorry Mom. I was using the phone and Lizzie won't let me finish my phone call!" Lizzie hung up the phone knowing she had already lost the debate. Matt always got his way.

Groaning for the third time already today, Lizzie headed over to her closet to try and decide again. After picking out her white jean flares and a pink baby tee that said 'Princess' on it, she grabbed her shower stuff and made her way to the bathroom only to find the door closed. Grunting, she knocked lightly on the door.

"I'll be out in five minutes." came her fathers voice. No time. Lizzie headed back to her room and looked at the clock. Her bus would be coming in ten minutes. Lizzie quickly changed into her clothes, applied a light amount of make-up and brushed her hair. She could already tell this was going to be a horrible day.