DISCLAIMER: That's right children, I don't own Lizzie McGuire. I tried,
really I did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: that's right loyal fans- IM BACK! And with vengeance, too. This means that yes indeed, my long awaited epilogue has come. Don't ask what inspired me, maybe it was all the pathetic reviews I received asking for more (just kidding, dolls, I love pathetic reviews!).. or maybe it's the 2 and some odd feet of snow on the ground. I don't know, but whatever it is, it's here! I'm back from the dead and I'm ready to start drowning my life in fan fiction yet again. Now lets see what you guys remember..
ONE YEAR LATER:
It was exactly one year since I had found myself sobbing on the dirty tiles of the highschool's girl's bathroom. Yes, I had been keeping track. Miranda and Gordo had long since broken up, and neither of them had talked to me or each other since Miranda gave up shouting "BITCH!" to me across the hallways.
I had made new friends, obviously. After the whole episode with my former best friends I realized how isolated I had been between the two of them. Except for a few acquaintances, I really had no one to turn to. For weeks it seemed like Miranda had spread her lies to everyone, that she had turned the world against me. I hid during lunches and kept to myself in classes and in the hallways. I basically tried to turn myself invisible.
Then one day, still trying to escape the reality of it all, I found an old friend. I'd spent a lot of lunch hours sitting in the girl's bathroom and crying to myself, and the people who passed in and out never seemed to care. But after nearly three months of too much shit for me to handle, the one and only Kate Sanders walks into that bathroom.
I didn't expect hospitality from her, and that's not really what I got, but its better than what I normally deal with from Kate. I think she maybe just got sick of not having someone to push to the ground and step all over. But even if that was the reason I was to the point that I didn't really care.
She pulled me out of the bathroom and walked me briskly back to the lunchroom that I had avoided for what seemed like ages. She led me to a corner and sat me at a table. She never even said a word, she just left. When I looked up I found myself sitting with the drama crowd. I'd never considered befriending them, but I suddenly had the insane notion that I could fit in with them. I certainly had the all black and unwashed hair look down. (Somehow hygiene had escaped me during my drama filled months).
And so I made friends. I was pretty damn proud of myself, too. I've never really gotten a hold of the whole acting thing, but I love the people, they're so nice. I've grown accustomed to working backstage, helping to build and paint the sets.
Miranda was in a few of the shows I worked on, she never said a thing to me, but I've never cared, her eyes told me what she would have said if she had the courage. Because her eyes showed every drop of guilt she had for doing what she did every time she looked at me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, do I still have it? Drop me a line, dahlings!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: that's right loyal fans- IM BACK! And with vengeance, too. This means that yes indeed, my long awaited epilogue has come. Don't ask what inspired me, maybe it was all the pathetic reviews I received asking for more (just kidding, dolls, I love pathetic reviews!).. or maybe it's the 2 and some odd feet of snow on the ground. I don't know, but whatever it is, it's here! I'm back from the dead and I'm ready to start drowning my life in fan fiction yet again. Now lets see what you guys remember..
ONE YEAR LATER:
It was exactly one year since I had found myself sobbing on the dirty tiles of the highschool's girl's bathroom. Yes, I had been keeping track. Miranda and Gordo had long since broken up, and neither of them had talked to me or each other since Miranda gave up shouting "BITCH!" to me across the hallways.
I had made new friends, obviously. After the whole episode with my former best friends I realized how isolated I had been between the two of them. Except for a few acquaintances, I really had no one to turn to. For weeks it seemed like Miranda had spread her lies to everyone, that she had turned the world against me. I hid during lunches and kept to myself in classes and in the hallways. I basically tried to turn myself invisible.
Then one day, still trying to escape the reality of it all, I found an old friend. I'd spent a lot of lunch hours sitting in the girl's bathroom and crying to myself, and the people who passed in and out never seemed to care. But after nearly three months of too much shit for me to handle, the one and only Kate Sanders walks into that bathroom.
I didn't expect hospitality from her, and that's not really what I got, but its better than what I normally deal with from Kate. I think she maybe just got sick of not having someone to push to the ground and step all over. But even if that was the reason I was to the point that I didn't really care.
She pulled me out of the bathroom and walked me briskly back to the lunchroom that I had avoided for what seemed like ages. She led me to a corner and sat me at a table. She never even said a word, she just left. When I looked up I found myself sitting with the drama crowd. I'd never considered befriending them, but I suddenly had the insane notion that I could fit in with them. I certainly had the all black and unwashed hair look down. (Somehow hygiene had escaped me during my drama filled months).
And so I made friends. I was pretty damn proud of myself, too. I've never really gotten a hold of the whole acting thing, but I love the people, they're so nice. I've grown accustomed to working backstage, helping to build and paint the sets.
Miranda was in a few of the shows I worked on, she never said a thing to me, but I've never cared, her eyes told me what she would have said if she had the courage. Because her eyes showed every drop of guilt she had for doing what she did every time she looked at me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, do I still have it? Drop me a line, dahlings!