Be Careful What You Wish For
Introduction
The scene flashed into my mind again. The stares, people walking by, whispering and laughing behind my back, some even to my face. Then finally, the look on Kate's face. That look of sheer satisfaction.
"Gee Lizzie," Kate had smirked earlier that day, "You know; I didn't think you had it in you."
She turned to her group of friends right in front of me, with a wide grin on her face, "Who would think that Lizzie McGuire would scheme her best friends boyfriend?"
"Kate, you don't understand-"I tried to explain, but she cut me off.
"I always knew you and Gordo had something going underneath it all, but who knew a prissy like yourself would act on those feelings?"
I tried to explain, but Kate shoved her hand in my face, as if to silence me. It worked.
"And Miranda," She faked a sympathetic tone, "Poor Miranda! How could you Lizzie?"
Without giving me a chance to tell my side of the story, Kate flipped her hair and was gone, with her posse not trailing far behind.
"Lizzie!" I turned at my name being shouted across the yard.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw who it was.
Miranda walked up to me, with more of an upset than angry look displayed across her tanned skin.
"How could you?" She asked, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Miranda, you don't understand-"
For then tenth time that day, nobody would let me explain. Let me say that it was all some big misunderstanding. That I could never do that to my best friends in the whole world.
"Don't Lizzie, just don't."
"You don't understand!" I cried.
"No, I understand perfectly," Her voice trembled, "I understand that you, the person I relied on and trusted the most in this world.. betrayed me."
It was now five hours later. I had faked a stomach ache and come home early at lunch. I couldn't stand two more periods of people laughing and bitching about me.
I shoved my head under my pillow, silently praying for the patterned fabric to eat me alive or suffocate me.
Tears slowly lined my cheeks as I muttered to nobody imparticular, "I wish Kate Sanders had never become popular."
Introduction
The scene flashed into my mind again. The stares, people walking by, whispering and laughing behind my back, some even to my face. Then finally, the look on Kate's face. That look of sheer satisfaction.
"Gee Lizzie," Kate had smirked earlier that day, "You know; I didn't think you had it in you."
She turned to her group of friends right in front of me, with a wide grin on her face, "Who would think that Lizzie McGuire would scheme her best friends boyfriend?"
"Kate, you don't understand-"I tried to explain, but she cut me off.
"I always knew you and Gordo had something going underneath it all, but who knew a prissy like yourself would act on those feelings?"
I tried to explain, but Kate shoved her hand in my face, as if to silence me. It worked.
"And Miranda," She faked a sympathetic tone, "Poor Miranda! How could you Lizzie?"
Without giving me a chance to tell my side of the story, Kate flipped her hair and was gone, with her posse not trailing far behind.
"Lizzie!" I turned at my name being shouted across the yard.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw who it was.
Miranda walked up to me, with more of an upset than angry look displayed across her tanned skin.
"How could you?" She asked, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Miranda, you don't understand-"
For then tenth time that day, nobody would let me explain. Let me say that it was all some big misunderstanding. That I could never do that to my best friends in the whole world.
"Don't Lizzie, just don't."
"You don't understand!" I cried.
"No, I understand perfectly," Her voice trembled, "I understand that you, the person I relied on and trusted the most in this world.. betrayed me."
It was now five hours later. I had faked a stomach ache and come home early at lunch. I couldn't stand two more periods of people laughing and bitching about me.
I shoved my head under my pillow, silently praying for the patterned fabric to eat me alive or suffocate me.
Tears slowly lined my cheeks as I muttered to nobody imparticular, "I wish Kate Sanders had never become popular."