Disclaimer: Just belonging to Disney, M/L/G/etc. are, just belonging to Disney (btw, that's not supposed to indicate the romance. Though it does, really, just maybe not in that order.
Up until lunch, I was having a good day, today. The gods of Manic Panic had gifted me the materials with which to transform my usually blue-green (Punky Colors, however) flat hair into a chaotic mass of cherry red, orange, neon green, and electric yellow. In fact, my first hour teacher had nearly sent me to the principal's office, but I quickly explained to her that my last Math teacher had tried to send me on the same vacation, and our administration had failed to find an appropriate rule to punish me for breaking.
When lunch finally came around, and my two bestest, bestest friends sat down with me, giving me quizzical looks, and no more. I quickly explained to them that my new hair was inspired by the latest stylings of PeeJee from the web-comic, "Something Positive". Which of course sent me into my almost daily spiel on just how cool S*P really was. Which led to the only monthly dissertation that S*P was so cool, it even made me want to get into dungeons and dragons, except that the only D+D group in this backwater town was four scary teenagers that met in, of course, Larry Tudgeman's basement. Why led to the inevitable, and nearly daily rant on Larry Tudgeman. My entire difficulty with the poor boy, is that, to all appearances, I should have a field day with the kid. However, the most obvious vulnerability of most every adolescent is their secrets, confusion, inner desires. Tudgeman knows what he wants. Sure he's unhygienic, lacking in social graces, and generally hated, yet these are things he knows, accepts. So, in my revenge, I get to hit his low points twice as often, since they're half as effective.
And that, my dear friends, is when Lizzie McGuire popped like a condom filled too full with helium…
"Miranda Sanchez, I don't know what your problem is! You can't ever see the good side of anyone. We're your only friends, and that's only for old times' sake. This is why! Have you ever heard of being nice to someone for a change?"
At this point I was torn. So many retorts I could use, 'Neither do I', 'If I don't, who will?', 'I tried that but it didn't work out for me', and the ever popular 'So?'. Yet, I could only use one. However, looking at Lizzie, still steaming, having jumped to her feet, and waving her index finger in my direction, it seemed I had only one choice. I giggled.
Bad choice, Miranda, bad choice. It seems my, now former, best friend wasn't quite as amused as I was about the subject. And so I was offered an ultimatum, surrender or she'll drop another atomic bomb, this time on Tokyo…er, well, maybe it was something more like apologize or leave the table, but anyway… before I left for one of the picnic tables, mostly deserted as they were placed in between several pin oaks, whose low branches made lunch eating difficult, I did my best to create fear even McGuire's heart of gold.
"You know what this means, don't you, Lizzums? Contempt."
A/N: that was pretty short, but that's ok. It's a pretty pivotal scene in any case, the 'narrative' hook that my English teacher keeps telling me about. In any case, PeeJee and Something Positive belong to R.Millholland, and can be found at somethingpositive.net
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~la, firako-chan…