Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned i.e. Lizzie McGuire, Sinead
Quinn (or I can't break down or anything to do with Fame Academy)
"Turn my milk to gall- what does that mean anyway?" Lizzie sighed and threw her copy of "Macbeth: Once More with Feeling" onto the floor and herself onto her bed.
All she wanted to do was crawl under her sheets and drift off into a peaceful slumber, but if she did that then morning would come too soon. All she had to look forward to tomorrow was getting chewed out by Mr Kroger for not sparkling, and having him throw, what he sees as "Amusing Anecdotes" at her in detention .
She had almost collapsed when she read the timetable and saw that cluster of black ink which read "MR KROEGAR".
Lizzie sat at her desk in an attempt to start her algebra homework, which wasn't due in until next week but she did like to be organised. Gazing up at her framed collage and seeing pictures of herself and friends from age 7 to 14, she couldn't help but think that her 14 year old-self would never start homework until the night before the deadline.
Of course the bulk of the photos in her collage consisted of her, Gordo and Miranda. This is why her photos only followed her up until age 14. After that Lizzie hadn't had any worthwhile moments to capture as memories.
She felt her eyes tear up. "God Lizzie you are such a baby!" Hastily she wiped her eyes. The old Lizzie wouldn't cry over some stupid pictures, but then the old Lizzie wouldn't be 1st in the honour role or inline for a scholarship to the college of hr choice. The old Lizzie also wouldn't take shit from Kate Saunders and her sheep-like groupies.
She really, really hated to admit it but Lizzie McGuire had turned into a Doormat. Everyone in school just thought they could say whatever they liked to her and expect her to no more that bat an eyelid. For God's sake even Larry Touchman had a go at her one time, when she said she didn't get "Dungeons and Dragons"!
One thing Lizzie prided herself in though was never breaking down in front of them. She couldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, and she never would. But she couldn't help but think it would be a lot easier if she had more friends. Danny was nice and all but, he would never stand up for Lizzie or defend her in anyway; he was too afraid of the bullies turning their attention on him.
There were people in the world who were having a better time than me; Lizzie thought, but not everyone can have that. No matter how hard she was pushed, Lizzie promised herself she would take it in her stride. Anyone who cuts her down has obviously got issues of their own. Well, that was what her mom always said anyway.
Something else had been bothering Lizzie lately. Gordo and Miranda. Usually they hung out in completely different social zones in school and mightn't even come into contact for months, but the past few days Lizzie was seeing them everywhere! The thing that bothered her was that, well, it bothered her.
She kept getting the urge to run up to Gordo and say "So, how's your next movie coming along Gordo?" or run to Miranda and say "Hey, you wanna hit the mall? Half price sale on shoes!" But Lizzie was kidding herself if she thought it would be that easy to fall back into their good graces. So much had happened. They'd changed too much; maybe they just wouldn't gel any more.
The day they stopped speaking it had felt so weird. When she got home from a movie or a shopping trip she instinctively picked up the phone to call Gordo and Miranda and discuss the movie or what she had bought. But now; Lizzie rarely went shopping, she liked to make her own clothes. She hated going to the movies, because Danny said any film that's in the movie theatre is too commercial, and she usually ended up going alone. Although, she had come up with a clever plan that if she did go into a movie alone she would always take out a pen and a note book, and snort in disbelief a couple of times throughout the movie in the hopes that some one would think she was a critic.
Lizzie found herself getting drowsier by the second, so she dragged herself over to her bed and pulled the covers over her head not even bothering to get undressed. She couldn't bear to be awake in her life anymore. She needed to dream.
A/N: I'm trying hard to make up for lost time! Someone in the reviews asked what camogie is.It's basically an Irish sport, kind of like field hockey, but fewer rules, more brutal and a whole lot of fun! For those of you who haven't heard of Sinead Quinn: she's an Irish singer who went on the show Fame Academy which aired in the Uk this year. Unfortunately she lost out in the final but you can still download her songs on Kazaa, if you search under "Fame Academy". Also David Sneddon whose song I used in the last fic, actually won fame academy. So now if they ever try to make it in other countries you guys can all be like "Oh, they were on Fame Academy, DUH!" ^_^
XOXO Lara
"Turn my milk to gall- what does that mean anyway?" Lizzie sighed and threw her copy of "Macbeth: Once More with Feeling" onto the floor and herself onto her bed.
All she wanted to do was crawl under her sheets and drift off into a peaceful slumber, but if she did that then morning would come too soon. All she had to look forward to tomorrow was getting chewed out by Mr Kroger for not sparkling, and having him throw, what he sees as "Amusing Anecdotes" at her in detention .
She had almost collapsed when she read the timetable and saw that cluster of black ink which read "MR KROEGAR".
Lizzie sat at her desk in an attempt to start her algebra homework, which wasn't due in until next week but she did like to be organised. Gazing up at her framed collage and seeing pictures of herself and friends from age 7 to 14, she couldn't help but think that her 14 year old-self would never start homework until the night before the deadline.
Of course the bulk of the photos in her collage consisted of her, Gordo and Miranda. This is why her photos only followed her up until age 14. After that Lizzie hadn't had any worthwhile moments to capture as memories.
She felt her eyes tear up. "God Lizzie you are such a baby!" Hastily she wiped her eyes. The old Lizzie wouldn't cry over some stupid pictures, but then the old Lizzie wouldn't be 1st in the honour role or inline for a scholarship to the college of hr choice. The old Lizzie also wouldn't take shit from Kate Saunders and her sheep-like groupies.
She really, really hated to admit it but Lizzie McGuire had turned into a Doormat. Everyone in school just thought they could say whatever they liked to her and expect her to no more that bat an eyelid. For God's sake even Larry Touchman had a go at her one time, when she said she didn't get "Dungeons and Dragons"!
One thing Lizzie prided herself in though was never breaking down in front of them. She couldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, and she never would. But she couldn't help but think it would be a lot easier if she had more friends. Danny was nice and all but, he would never stand up for Lizzie or defend her in anyway; he was too afraid of the bullies turning their attention on him.
There were people in the world who were having a better time than me; Lizzie thought, but not everyone can have that. No matter how hard she was pushed, Lizzie promised herself she would take it in her stride. Anyone who cuts her down has obviously got issues of their own. Well, that was what her mom always said anyway.
Something else had been bothering Lizzie lately. Gordo and Miranda. Usually they hung out in completely different social zones in school and mightn't even come into contact for months, but the past few days Lizzie was seeing them everywhere! The thing that bothered her was that, well, it bothered her.
She kept getting the urge to run up to Gordo and say "So, how's your next movie coming along Gordo?" or run to Miranda and say "Hey, you wanna hit the mall? Half price sale on shoes!" But Lizzie was kidding herself if she thought it would be that easy to fall back into their good graces. So much had happened. They'd changed too much; maybe they just wouldn't gel any more.
The day they stopped speaking it had felt so weird. When she got home from a movie or a shopping trip she instinctively picked up the phone to call Gordo and Miranda and discuss the movie or what she had bought. But now; Lizzie rarely went shopping, she liked to make her own clothes. She hated going to the movies, because Danny said any film that's in the movie theatre is too commercial, and she usually ended up going alone. Although, she had come up with a clever plan that if she did go into a movie alone she would always take out a pen and a note book, and snort in disbelief a couple of times throughout the movie in the hopes that some one would think she was a critic.
Lizzie found herself getting drowsier by the second, so she dragged herself over to her bed and pulled the covers over her head not even bothering to get undressed. She couldn't bear to be awake in her life anymore. She needed to dream.
A/N: I'm trying hard to make up for lost time! Someone in the reviews asked what camogie is.It's basically an Irish sport, kind of like field hockey, but fewer rules, more brutal and a whole lot of fun! For those of you who haven't heard of Sinead Quinn: she's an Irish singer who went on the show Fame Academy which aired in the Uk this year. Unfortunately she lost out in the final but you can still download her songs on Kazaa, if you search under "Fame Academy". Also David Sneddon whose song I used in the last fic, actually won fame academy. So now if they ever try to make it in other countries you guys can all be like "Oh, they were on Fame Academy, DUH!" ^_^
XOXO Lara