APOLOGIES TO READERS: FIRST OF ALL, I'M SORRY IF MY CHAPTERS ARE A
LITTLE SHORT. ALSO, I SEEM TO BE SKIPPING AROUND IN TIME, PLEASE FORGIVE
ME! IT'S MY FIRST FAN FIC. IN THE FUTURE, I'LL TRY TO INCORPORATE MORE
FLASHBACKS. ALSO, IF THIS CONTENT BOTHERS YOU, INSTEAD OF GIVING ME AN
AWFUL REVIEW, PLEASE DO NOT READ IT! YES, THIS DOES INVLOVE SOME MATURE
ISSUES; THAT IS WHY IT IS RATED PG-13. BTW, I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE!
DON'T SUE ME!
By the end of the day, somehow almost everyone at Hillridge High knew of Lizzie's pregnancy. All eyes stared at Lizzie. In class, between class, after class. It reminded Lizzie of the time she was modeling clothes and even Ethan Craft could barely speak to her. But this was different. Much different. Instead of awing over her popularity, they whispered and pointed in shame at the "pregnant girl." Lizzie could no longer stand it. This was what was supposed to happen to the wild girls, not Lizzie. Lizzie was a good girl, wasn't she? Lizzie was so confused. These days she didn't know what was what. She had to talk to someone, and Lizzie knew just who. Miranda. Miranda had to help Lizzie at a time like this, after all, she was the one who encouraged Lizzie to have a sexual relationship. So after seventh period, Lizzie was finally able to get a hold of her. "Miranda! Miranda!" she called, tracking down her best friend. Miranda didn't turn around. "Miranda!" Lizzie called again. Miranda began to pace faster. "Miranda!" Lizzie screeched, calling the attention of at least everyone in the freshman hall. Finally, Lizzie reached the girl. Her heart was beating fast and she was severely out of breath. Miranda finally turned around and said, "Get away from me," and left. Lizzie's best friend, or ex-best friend walked far into the distance. Lizzie stood watching in silence as all eyes looked at her. What would she do now? Who would she talk to? The only person that came to her mind was Ethan. Lizzie raced to the freshman gym and spied Ethan warming-up for basketball practice. He saw Lizzie, but totally ignored her. So Lizzie walked up to him. "Ethan, we have to talk," she said. Ethan had a stupid/worried expression on his face, his one look that actually appeared as though he was thinking. "Lizzie, I can't talk to you," was all he said. "Great," Lizzie said sarcastically as she exited towards the door. Now NO ONE would talk to her. She headed to her locker and quickly picked up her books and backpack and headed home. On any other day, she would have gotten a ride with Miranda, but now that was out of the question. Just as Lizzie was about to leave, she heard a familiar voice call "Bye Lizzie!" She turned around. It was Larry Tudgeman. "Great," Lizzie said. "The only person who will talk to me is Tudgeman."
By the end of the day, somehow almost everyone at Hillridge High knew of Lizzie's pregnancy. All eyes stared at Lizzie. In class, between class, after class. It reminded Lizzie of the time she was modeling clothes and even Ethan Craft could barely speak to her. But this was different. Much different. Instead of awing over her popularity, they whispered and pointed in shame at the "pregnant girl." Lizzie could no longer stand it. This was what was supposed to happen to the wild girls, not Lizzie. Lizzie was a good girl, wasn't she? Lizzie was so confused. These days she didn't know what was what. She had to talk to someone, and Lizzie knew just who. Miranda. Miranda had to help Lizzie at a time like this, after all, she was the one who encouraged Lizzie to have a sexual relationship. So after seventh period, Lizzie was finally able to get a hold of her. "Miranda! Miranda!" she called, tracking down her best friend. Miranda didn't turn around. "Miranda!" Lizzie called again. Miranda began to pace faster. "Miranda!" Lizzie screeched, calling the attention of at least everyone in the freshman hall. Finally, Lizzie reached the girl. Her heart was beating fast and she was severely out of breath. Miranda finally turned around and said, "Get away from me," and left. Lizzie's best friend, or ex-best friend walked far into the distance. Lizzie stood watching in silence as all eyes looked at her. What would she do now? Who would she talk to? The only person that came to her mind was Ethan. Lizzie raced to the freshman gym and spied Ethan warming-up for basketball practice. He saw Lizzie, but totally ignored her. So Lizzie walked up to him. "Ethan, we have to talk," she said. Ethan had a stupid/worried expression on his face, his one look that actually appeared as though he was thinking. "Lizzie, I can't talk to you," was all he said. "Great," Lizzie said sarcastically as she exited towards the door. Now NO ONE would talk to her. She headed to her locker and quickly picked up her books and backpack and headed home. On any other day, she would have gotten a ride with Miranda, but now that was out of the question. Just as Lizzie was about to leave, she heard a familiar voice call "Bye Lizzie!" She turned around. It was Larry Tudgeman. "Great," Lizzie said. "The only person who will talk to me is Tudgeman."
