Well, I was
rooting around the message boards, hoping to catch on to spelling of some
teachers before I move on to classroom setting in Tani, but
Medea's post caught my eye…she said there was no real Lizzie Angst. Well, I don't do stuff like this very often,
but I decided to give it my best damn shot…so here goes. A somewhat…different look at Lizzie's
psyche…tell me what you think! This
one's to Ziegler, who inspired me to write this unconsciously, but never
responded to my emails begging her to beta.
Lizzie McGuire. That's me.
Plain. Ordinary. Oh, I try to be different, really, I do. But I always end up like Miranda. Miranda.
Miranda with the black hair.
Miranda with the happenin' dos.
Miranda with the new clothes.
Bilingual Miranda. Miranda who
doesn't even try and gets B's. I
try, really, I do. But I still get B's,
and that's trying.
Gordo. Gordo with the science talk. Gordo who has his own interests.
Then
there's me. Lizzie. Blonde, pretty, talkative. Not really.
On the outside, I'm bubbly and superficial. Miss Popularity Junkie.
Yeah, I'll probably get voted as that sometime during high school. Never Prom Queen. Never a star athlete.
Never pretty enough for the hot guys.
Never, never, never.
I'm tired
of waiting. Waiting for approval. Waiting for someone else. Waiting for someone to tell me that I'm fine
the way I am. Not realize that after a
fight with my so-called friends, only to doubt it five minutes later, when Matt
has pulled a stupid prank. Then my
self-worth plummets again.
Sure, I can
pretend I don't care. Try to put on the
façade, like Gordo. Except for him,
it's gradually become genuine. But no
one ever thinks I'm genuine.
I'm just
Lizzie McGuire. Like a jukebox, playing
the same tired tune: fit in, fit in, fit in.
Like a top, spinning fast at first…like when I was with Kate…and slowing
down…gradually….more and more…until it dwindles…topples…falls…perhaps rolling
under the table, kicked under the couch, forgotten…by all…sucked into the
vacuum of depression…
No more dust bunnies for
Lizzie. No more will I be fed the
crumbs of other people's popularity. I'm
hungry. Hungry for acceptance. No matter the cost.
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~_^ Coqui the Mighty Frog
