Disclaimer: THANKS TO ALL THE REVIEWERS. I WON'T MAKE IT TOO BAD FOR YOU.
Well, I can't make any promises. Here we go. By the way, I don't own
Lizzie McGuire or anyone in it. I can't believe Adam Lamberg is almost 18,
that's amazing!
Lizzie plopped in the passenger's seat and started rubbing her palms together and checking herself in the mirror making sure she looked perfect. Well, as perfect as Lizzie thought she could look, she still had those 14- year-old girl insecurities that seem incurable until they achieve some type of self-actualization.
Lizzie looked at her hands and gasped at her fingernails. They had no nail polish on them! She gaped at them and pounded her fist against the dashboard, the car was already moving. "Mom, we have to go back. I didn't paint my nails! We have to go back!"
Mrs. McGuire laughed. "Honey, Aaron Carter isn't going to care about your nails. Just calm down we'll be there in ten minutes tops alright?"
Lizzie fumed and looked at her mother like she could strangle her. "Mom," she steamed. "You don't understand, boys notice EVERYTHING. They notice every single detail. They notice even the littlest things. Like if your second toe is longer than your big toe and if you have an inny or an outty, they notice every mole and every freckle and they try and hold it against you." This, to Mrs. McGuire, was inaccurate and she giggled and shook her head at her daughter's behavior.
"We are not going back just so you can paint your nails. If you he doesn't like you because you don't have your nails painted then he's not worth it." She said it strongly like it was the end of that conversation. Lizzie crossed her arms and muttered under her breath all sorts of dirty things thinking her mom couldn't hear her.
When they got to a busy intersection Jo McGuire, insulted by her daughter's harsh words, turned to her and glared. "Don't you say anything like that to me again! I am your mother, you have to show me some respect! Don't give me that attitude, I don't have to take you here you should be grateful," she breathed heavily. The pushed her foot on the gas when the light turned green and suddenly, at the blink of an eye a green SUV slammed them in the side of the car.
Mrs. McGuire's side was totaled and Lizzie was in shock, but she didn't have much time to react since the force of the blow made her hit her head on the window, shattering it to pieces rendering her unconscious.
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When Lizzie awoke next her vision was blurry and she sat up to fast which caused an overwhelming head rush. Her head was throbbing and she laid back down wishing the pain would just go away. Her hair was ruined and pulled out of its cunning design. She was changed into a hospital robe, which was a dead giveaway to Lizzie where she was.
She held her head and got up from her bed waiting for her vision to clear, when it didn't she just started walking anyway since she could make out things anyway. She walked out of her room and looked down the hall. Her father, brother, and two best friends in the world were sitting there. Her father had his head in his hands and Matt was sitting rigidly not blinking, like he was holding something back.
Gordo spotted her first and came rushing over to her holding her in a soft hug. Lizzie was a little surprised by Gordo's sudden choice of physical emotion but she hugged him back. Obviously something was wrong, but he seemed relieved that she was alright. Miranda came running over too and joined the hug. No one spoke at all. Lizzie had no idea why everyone was so upset.
They all released from the hug and Miranda's eyes were tearing up. Lizzie was a little confused and she still tried to focus her eyes but they were still blurry. Sam McGuire lifted his head and he looked like an over-ripe tomato. His eyes were blotchy and his cheeks were stained with desperate tears. He rushed over to his daughter and hugged her so tight Lizzie thought she would choke.
After about three minutes of hugging he released her and kneeled down so he could talk to her squarely. "Lizzie, we-we need t-to talk."
END OF CHAPTER
I'm going to update soon, I know this is evil of me. I can't put too much in a chapter right? I know what's going to happen though, and some of it's good and some of it's bad. A lot of it will be dramatic, I think I might change angst to drama. I'll do what I can, in the meanwhile, stay tuned to see what happens!
Lizzie plopped in the passenger's seat and started rubbing her palms together and checking herself in the mirror making sure she looked perfect. Well, as perfect as Lizzie thought she could look, she still had those 14- year-old girl insecurities that seem incurable until they achieve some type of self-actualization.
Lizzie looked at her hands and gasped at her fingernails. They had no nail polish on them! She gaped at them and pounded her fist against the dashboard, the car was already moving. "Mom, we have to go back. I didn't paint my nails! We have to go back!"
Mrs. McGuire laughed. "Honey, Aaron Carter isn't going to care about your nails. Just calm down we'll be there in ten minutes tops alright?"
Lizzie fumed and looked at her mother like she could strangle her. "Mom," she steamed. "You don't understand, boys notice EVERYTHING. They notice every single detail. They notice even the littlest things. Like if your second toe is longer than your big toe and if you have an inny or an outty, they notice every mole and every freckle and they try and hold it against you." This, to Mrs. McGuire, was inaccurate and she giggled and shook her head at her daughter's behavior.
"We are not going back just so you can paint your nails. If you he doesn't like you because you don't have your nails painted then he's not worth it." She said it strongly like it was the end of that conversation. Lizzie crossed her arms and muttered under her breath all sorts of dirty things thinking her mom couldn't hear her.
When they got to a busy intersection Jo McGuire, insulted by her daughter's harsh words, turned to her and glared. "Don't you say anything like that to me again! I am your mother, you have to show me some respect! Don't give me that attitude, I don't have to take you here you should be grateful," she breathed heavily. The pushed her foot on the gas when the light turned green and suddenly, at the blink of an eye a green SUV slammed them in the side of the car.
Mrs. McGuire's side was totaled and Lizzie was in shock, but she didn't have much time to react since the force of the blow made her hit her head on the window, shattering it to pieces rendering her unconscious.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Lizzie awoke next her vision was blurry and she sat up to fast which caused an overwhelming head rush. Her head was throbbing and she laid back down wishing the pain would just go away. Her hair was ruined and pulled out of its cunning design. She was changed into a hospital robe, which was a dead giveaway to Lizzie where she was.
She held her head and got up from her bed waiting for her vision to clear, when it didn't she just started walking anyway since she could make out things anyway. She walked out of her room and looked down the hall. Her father, brother, and two best friends in the world were sitting there. Her father had his head in his hands and Matt was sitting rigidly not blinking, like he was holding something back.
Gordo spotted her first and came rushing over to her holding her in a soft hug. Lizzie was a little surprised by Gordo's sudden choice of physical emotion but she hugged him back. Obviously something was wrong, but he seemed relieved that she was alright. Miranda came running over too and joined the hug. No one spoke at all. Lizzie had no idea why everyone was so upset.
They all released from the hug and Miranda's eyes were tearing up. Lizzie was a little confused and she still tried to focus her eyes but they were still blurry. Sam McGuire lifted his head and he looked like an over-ripe tomato. His eyes were blotchy and his cheeks were stained with desperate tears. He rushed over to his daughter and hugged her so tight Lizzie thought she would choke.
After about three minutes of hugging he released her and kneeled down so he could talk to her squarely. "Lizzie, we-we need t-to talk."
END OF CHAPTER
I'm going to update soon, I know this is evil of me. I can't put too much in a chapter right? I know what's going to happen though, and some of it's good and some of it's bad. A lot of it will be dramatic, I think I might change angst to drama. I'll do what I can, in the meanwhile, stay tuned to see what happens!