Chapter 1~
Lizzie McGuire sat in front of her computer reading her daily borefest e-mails. It had only been two weeks since she decided to start Dear Lizzie again and she was already regreting it. It was all the usual stuff, 'I think my boyfriend is cheating on me. What should I do?' or 'My girlfriend seems like she wants to break up with me. What should I do?'. Lizzie just wanted to help someone who had a real problem. Something she might actually be able to give her thoughts and ideas about. Not just the obvious stuff she usually wrote. It was sad, actually, at how shallow the kids in her school could be. As all this was flooding through Lizzie's mind she opened a new e-mail. As she read she subconciously sighed figuring it was someone asking what it means when your boyfriend spends more time at football practice than with you. But as she read she discovered it wasn't some shallow unimportant question. It was real. Something important. Someone really needed her advice. Lizzie read:
"I recently found out that I'm pregnant. I can't tell my boyfriend because he's not the father and I can't tell my parents because they'll freak out. I don't know what to do. Please help me. Signed, Can't tell"
Lizzie gasped. Someone at her school was pregnant? The oldest kids there were 14! This scared Lizzie. She knew what this girl had to do but it was hard for Lizzie to tell her to do it. She took a deep breath, thought carefully what to write and typed:
"This is a tricky question. You and I both know what you have to do. You have to tell your boyfriend, the father, and your parents. I know it will be hard for you but I really have to. What would you rather have, your child being brought up not knowing it's father and grandparents or having it grow up in a happy, somewhat confusing, family? Weigh out the pros and cons and I'm sure you'll see what you have to do. Signed, Lizzie"
Lizzie hit send and dropped back in her chair. She had only just realized she was on the edge of her seat. She sighed as she let herself fall. A voice came from behind her, "What's wrong?" Lizzie turned around abruptly and saw Miranda, Lizzie's best friend, staring back at her. "I just got a letter for Dear Lizzie and it kind of made me wonder." Miranda sat down next to her best friend, "What was the letter about?" Lizzie brushed hair out of her eyes before explaining the whole thing to Miranda. When Lizzie was finished Miranda had a look of shock mingled with frightenment on her face, "Miranda? Are you okay?" She shook off the look and replied, "Um . . .yeah, yeah, fine. I just, um, I can't believe this. Who do you think it is?" Lizzie let her eyes roll up to stare at the ceiling, "I don't know. But I wish I did."
.::That Night::.
Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo, their other best friend, were hanging out in Lizzie's room. Gordo was playing hacky sack, Miranda was on lizzie's bed reading a magazine and Lizzie was at her desk searching the internet for information on the Wright Brothers for a report. The room was quiet except for Lizzie's Clay Aiken cd playing in the background. After what seemed like forever Gordo finally spoke, "Did you figure out who the pregnant person is yet?" Lizzie once again fell back in her chair, "No." Miranda stopped reading her magazine but pretended she still was. "I guess we'll find out in 9 months." Gordo laughed. Miranda sat bolt upright, "That's not funny Gordo." She said defensivley. "Sorry." Gordo put his hands up in defeat, "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just . . . well . . ." "Well, what?" Miranda said quickly, "There's some poor girl out there somewhere afraid. Who feels like she's all alone and she can't tell her parents, or boyfriend, or friends about what she knows." Gordo looked taken aback, "I said I was sorry Miranda." "Well, maybe sorry isn't good enough. You shouldn't have said it in the first place! I'm sorry Lizzie, I'm going to go." Lizzie stood up with Miranda, "You don't have to." Miranda pulled on her jacket, "Yeah I do. I'll see you at school tomorrow." They said their goodbyes and Miranda left. \
Gordo walked over to Lizzie and said, "What's her problem?" "I don't know." She crossed her arms. Gordo turned her so she was facing him, "Well, as long as we're alone." He put his arms around her waist and gently kissed her on her lips. Lizzie smiled and kissed back. But before she knew it Matt ran in. When he saw them kissing he half yelled half spoke, "Ewwwww!!!! That's disgusting! Mom! Dad! Lizzie and Gordo we . . . " Lizzie ran over and tried to cover his mouth but her ran from the room. Lizzie followed close behin him nd Gordo close after her. "Mom! Dad! Lizzie and Gordo were . . .they were . . ." Jo McGuire looked puzzeled, "What? What were Lizzie and Gordo doing?" "They were . . . kissing!" Matt screamed. Lizzie and Gordo stopped dead when they heard Matt say that. Jo and Sam both looked shocked. "Lizzie? Is this true?" Jo managed squeak out. Lizzie played with her fingers, "Umm . . ." Sam stood up from the stool he was sitting on, "Lizzie?" He demanded. "Umm . . ." Lizzie said again, "Ye . . .Yes." She looked down not wanting to look at her parents, Matt and least of all Gordo. "Lizzie, you knwo you're not allowed to do this stuff." Jo said. "I know mom." "No, I don't think you do know." She practically yelled. "Mom," Lizzie said strongly, "I'm sorry." "Sorry's not going to cut it." Sam said staring angrily at Gordo. "Why don't we have a talk." He said to Gordo. Gordo yelped a little, "I, um . . .I actually have to be getting home now." Jo glared at him, "Good. And I'm sure your parents would be interested in knowing what's been going on."
After Gordo left Sam and Jo sent Matt upstairs and talked to Lizzie in the kirchen. "Mom, I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, I've kissed guys before." Jo poured a cup of tea, "It's not the kissing part I have a problem. You're not allowed to have boys in your room without someone else in there. Especially with the door closed." Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Mom. It's Gordo." Sam spoke up, "We understand that. And I wouldn't have had a problem with that. But now I don't what you two have been doing in there together. Especially when we're not around." Jo got a look of curiousity on her face, you could see it in her eyes, "Yeah Lizzie. What have you been doing in there?" Lizzie looked appaled, "Nothing!" "But how can we believe you? We didn't think you two would have kissed." Jo said. "You're grounded until further notice. Go to your room." Sam said. Lizzie screamed and ran up to her room.
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Lizzie McGuire sat in front of her computer reading her daily borefest e-mails. It had only been two weeks since she decided to start Dear Lizzie again and she was already regreting it. It was all the usual stuff, 'I think my boyfriend is cheating on me. What should I do?' or 'My girlfriend seems like she wants to break up with me. What should I do?'. Lizzie just wanted to help someone who had a real problem. Something she might actually be able to give her thoughts and ideas about. Not just the obvious stuff she usually wrote. It was sad, actually, at how shallow the kids in her school could be. As all this was flooding through Lizzie's mind she opened a new e-mail. As she read she subconciously sighed figuring it was someone asking what it means when your boyfriend spends more time at football practice than with you. But as she read she discovered it wasn't some shallow unimportant question. It was real. Something important. Someone really needed her advice. Lizzie read:
"I recently found out that I'm pregnant. I can't tell my boyfriend because he's not the father and I can't tell my parents because they'll freak out. I don't know what to do. Please help me. Signed, Can't tell"
Lizzie gasped. Someone at her school was pregnant? The oldest kids there were 14! This scared Lizzie. She knew what this girl had to do but it was hard for Lizzie to tell her to do it. She took a deep breath, thought carefully what to write and typed:
"This is a tricky question. You and I both know what you have to do. You have to tell your boyfriend, the father, and your parents. I know it will be hard for you but I really have to. What would you rather have, your child being brought up not knowing it's father and grandparents or having it grow up in a happy, somewhat confusing, family? Weigh out the pros and cons and I'm sure you'll see what you have to do. Signed, Lizzie"
Lizzie hit send and dropped back in her chair. She had only just realized she was on the edge of her seat. She sighed as she let herself fall. A voice came from behind her, "What's wrong?" Lizzie turned around abruptly and saw Miranda, Lizzie's best friend, staring back at her. "I just got a letter for Dear Lizzie and it kind of made me wonder." Miranda sat down next to her best friend, "What was the letter about?" Lizzie brushed hair out of her eyes before explaining the whole thing to Miranda. When Lizzie was finished Miranda had a look of shock mingled with frightenment on her face, "Miranda? Are you okay?" She shook off the look and replied, "Um . . .yeah, yeah, fine. I just, um, I can't believe this. Who do you think it is?" Lizzie let her eyes roll up to stare at the ceiling, "I don't know. But I wish I did."
.::That Night::.
Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo, their other best friend, were hanging out in Lizzie's room. Gordo was playing hacky sack, Miranda was on lizzie's bed reading a magazine and Lizzie was at her desk searching the internet for information on the Wright Brothers for a report. The room was quiet except for Lizzie's Clay Aiken cd playing in the background. After what seemed like forever Gordo finally spoke, "Did you figure out who the pregnant person is yet?" Lizzie once again fell back in her chair, "No." Miranda stopped reading her magazine but pretended she still was. "I guess we'll find out in 9 months." Gordo laughed. Miranda sat bolt upright, "That's not funny Gordo." She said defensivley. "Sorry." Gordo put his hands up in defeat, "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just . . . well . . ." "Well, what?" Miranda said quickly, "There's some poor girl out there somewhere afraid. Who feels like she's all alone and she can't tell her parents, or boyfriend, or friends about what she knows." Gordo looked taken aback, "I said I was sorry Miranda." "Well, maybe sorry isn't good enough. You shouldn't have said it in the first place! I'm sorry Lizzie, I'm going to go." Lizzie stood up with Miranda, "You don't have to." Miranda pulled on her jacket, "Yeah I do. I'll see you at school tomorrow." They said their goodbyes and Miranda left. \
Gordo walked over to Lizzie and said, "What's her problem?" "I don't know." She crossed her arms. Gordo turned her so she was facing him, "Well, as long as we're alone." He put his arms around her waist and gently kissed her on her lips. Lizzie smiled and kissed back. But before she knew it Matt ran in. When he saw them kissing he half yelled half spoke, "Ewwwww!!!! That's disgusting! Mom! Dad! Lizzie and Gordo we . . . " Lizzie ran over and tried to cover his mouth but her ran from the room. Lizzie followed close behin him nd Gordo close after her. "Mom! Dad! Lizzie and Gordo were . . .they were . . ." Jo McGuire looked puzzeled, "What? What were Lizzie and Gordo doing?" "They were . . . kissing!" Matt screamed. Lizzie and Gordo stopped dead when they heard Matt say that. Jo and Sam both looked shocked. "Lizzie? Is this true?" Jo managed squeak out. Lizzie played with her fingers, "Umm . . ." Sam stood up from the stool he was sitting on, "Lizzie?" He demanded. "Umm . . ." Lizzie said again, "Ye . . .Yes." She looked down not wanting to look at her parents, Matt and least of all Gordo. "Lizzie, you knwo you're not allowed to do this stuff." Jo said. "I know mom." "No, I don't think you do know." She practically yelled. "Mom," Lizzie said strongly, "I'm sorry." "Sorry's not going to cut it." Sam said staring angrily at Gordo. "Why don't we have a talk." He said to Gordo. Gordo yelped a little, "I, um . . .I actually have to be getting home now." Jo glared at him, "Good. And I'm sure your parents would be interested in knowing what's been going on."
After Gordo left Sam and Jo sent Matt upstairs and talked to Lizzie in the kirchen. "Mom, I don't see what the big deal is. I mean, I've kissed guys before." Jo poured a cup of tea, "It's not the kissing part I have a problem. You're not allowed to have boys in your room without someone else in there. Especially with the door closed." Lizzie rolled her eyes, "Mom. It's Gordo." Sam spoke up, "We understand that. And I wouldn't have had a problem with that. But now I don't what you two have been doing in there together. Especially when we're not around." Jo got a look of curiousity on her face, you could see it in her eyes, "Yeah Lizzie. What have you been doing in there?" Lizzie looked appaled, "Nothing!" "But how can we believe you? We didn't think you two would have kissed." Jo said. "You're grounded until further notice. Go to your room." Sam said. Lizzie screamed and ran up to her room.
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