Disclaimer~ Disney owns Lizzie McGuire.
Author's Note~ This is my first fic, so please be nice! And if you flame, SIGN IN!
Summery~ I really don't like the way Ethan acts on the show. Nobody can be that stupid in middle school or junior high or whatever. So this fic is going to be about HOW that is possible. Its gonna be pretty dark, especially compared to the other stories in this section. Just review it. And flame if you want I just want to know what people think about it.
Chapter One ~ Ethan's Journal
Dear Journal,
I am so sick of life. I just want it to end. People at school are so easily pleased. . . and I hate it. Girls like me, because of the way I look. And the guys accept me, because of the way I play basketball. Teachers tolerate me, because my parents are rich. But nobody knows me. I have kept all these feelings locked up inside forever, and I don't think I can do it anymore. I am getting rid of this fucked up-pretty boy who knows nothing- front. People will have to accept me for who I am. And if they don't like me it's their problem. . . because I don't like myself anymore.
Ethan stared at what he had written, as silent tears ran down his face. He knew he was a poser, and he hated that. It was times for things to change, or he was going to end it all.
A/N~ That was shorter than I thought it was going to be. I hope I made my point though. Please review!
Author's Note~ This is my first fic, so please be nice! And if you flame, SIGN IN!
Summery~ I really don't like the way Ethan acts on the show. Nobody can be that stupid in middle school or junior high or whatever. So this fic is going to be about HOW that is possible. Its gonna be pretty dark, especially compared to the other stories in this section. Just review it. And flame if you want I just want to know what people think about it.
Chapter One ~ Ethan's Journal
Dear Journal,
I am so sick of life. I just want it to end. People at school are so easily pleased. . . and I hate it. Girls like me, because of the way I look. And the guys accept me, because of the way I play basketball. Teachers tolerate me, because my parents are rich. But nobody knows me. I have kept all these feelings locked up inside forever, and I don't think I can do it anymore. I am getting rid of this fucked up-pretty boy who knows nothing- front. People will have to accept me for who I am. And if they don't like me it's their problem. . . because I don't like myself anymore.
Ethan stared at what he had written, as silent tears ran down his face. He knew he was a poser, and he hated that. It was times for things to change, or he was going to end it all.
A/N~ That was shorter than I thought it was going to be. I hope I made my point though. Please review!