A/N While the Lizzie McG clan is in school, I'm making their schedule
basically the way mine has been for the past 4 years (yes, I'm a senior in
high school). So, school starts at 7:20 AM and ends at 2 PM. They will be
taking anywhere from 4-8 classes, on a block schedule. Meaning there are 4
blocks, each split up into 2 periods. (A Block = Period 1 & 2, B Block =
Period 3 & 4, C Block = Period 5 & 6, and D Block = 7 & 8). Blocks are 90
minutes, Periods are 45. Any questions? Review and ask! Onto the
story!!!
"dear diary 3
tomorrow i am starting my high school career as a lowly freshman. well, technically today, since it is 3 AM, so school starts in about four hours. and i am absolutely dreading it. ever since cheerleading tryouts last spring, i have been dreading high school. mainly because i sprained my ankle, so georgette said there was no way i could be on the squad, so the reputation i thought i had set in stone is gone. vaporized. non-existent.
aunt jane and amy are still here. i have no idea when they are leaving. i hope it's soon, because amy just loves to torment me. but for some reason, i don't think they're leaving. ever. i think my mom is going to leave instead. so then i'll officially be an orphan. my father left before sixth grade and now my mother is probably going to leave. i overheard aunt jane and mom talking about how jane would be my legal guardian if anything happened to my mom. i'm so sick of being abandoned.
since it doesn't seem like i'm going to get anymore sleep, i guess i'll just get up and get ready for school."
She climbed out of bed, still grasping the pink fuzzy journal that held all her thoughts and dreams. Locking it, she slid it into the drawer next to her bed, locking that too. The two keys tinkled against each other on the chain around her neck, the chain she never took off. Glancing at the clock next to her bed, she noted that it was only 3:30. 'Less than four hours until hell begins,' she sighed to herself. She pulled out the clothes she was going to wear for her first day at Hillridge Central, a leg-clinging pair of navy blue sweatpants and a gray t-shirt with a pale pink flower on the back. Carrying them into the bathroom attached to her room, she turned the shower on and hopped in. She relaxed, trying to take her mind off the fact that she had to go to school with less than two hours of sleep under her belt.
About a half an hour later, a freshly scrubbed girl jumped out of the shower and pulled on the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and proceeded to brush her recently cut hair. What used to be blonde curls hanging down to the middle of her back, was now a closely cut chin-length style, dyed a hazelnut brown with blonde highlights. 'Maybe no one will recognize me,' she tilted her head thoughtfully.
A loud bang interrupted her thoughts. She leapt off of the stool, running to her bedroom door and throwing it open. Glancing down the stairs, she saw a suitcase had been tossed down to the ground floor. She turned on her heel, walking quickly to her mother's bedroom door, hanging slightly open. Pushing it the rest of the way open, her mouth dropped, "Mom?"
Clothes were strewn all over the room, and a second and third suitcase were stuffed nearly to the brims with clothing and shoes. The girl walked further into the room, "Mom?"
A middle aged woman suddenly bustled out of the walk-in closet, carrying yet another armload of clothes. She brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her face and turned, noting for the first time her daughter's presence in the room, "Don't hate me, Kate, but I have to go away for a little while."
Kate's eyes began to well with tears, "How long?" The whisper was lost in the flurry of activity in her mother's room. Clearing her throat, she tried again, only louder. "How long, Mom?"
"I don't know, Kate. I just don't know."
Whirling from the room, Kate ran back to her own, slamming the door behind her. She angrily began ripping down all the pictures of her and her mother and father down from the walls. "Why does everyone abandon me?" she screamed at the pictures falling to the ground. "Why?"
She rushed over to the drawer that held her journal, and slid the key into the lock. Opening it quickly, she started throwing more pictures and movie tickets and birthday cards onto the ground. One picture caught her notice, and she held it in her hands gently. It was of a younger, more innocent Kate, standing with her arm around another little girl, blonde hair falling into both of their eyes, toothless smiles aimed at the camera. Kate ran her finger over the picture, 'The only person who never abandoned me. Lizzie McGuire.'
"dear diary 3
tomorrow i am starting my high school career as a lowly freshman. well, technically today, since it is 3 AM, so school starts in about four hours. and i am absolutely dreading it. ever since cheerleading tryouts last spring, i have been dreading high school. mainly because i sprained my ankle, so georgette said there was no way i could be on the squad, so the reputation i thought i had set in stone is gone. vaporized. non-existent.
aunt jane and amy are still here. i have no idea when they are leaving. i hope it's soon, because amy just loves to torment me. but for some reason, i don't think they're leaving. ever. i think my mom is going to leave instead. so then i'll officially be an orphan. my father left before sixth grade and now my mother is probably going to leave. i overheard aunt jane and mom talking about how jane would be my legal guardian if anything happened to my mom. i'm so sick of being abandoned.
since it doesn't seem like i'm going to get anymore sleep, i guess i'll just get up and get ready for school."
She climbed out of bed, still grasping the pink fuzzy journal that held all her thoughts and dreams. Locking it, she slid it into the drawer next to her bed, locking that too. The two keys tinkled against each other on the chain around her neck, the chain she never took off. Glancing at the clock next to her bed, she noted that it was only 3:30. 'Less than four hours until hell begins,' she sighed to herself. She pulled out the clothes she was going to wear for her first day at Hillridge Central, a leg-clinging pair of navy blue sweatpants and a gray t-shirt with a pale pink flower on the back. Carrying them into the bathroom attached to her room, she turned the shower on and hopped in. She relaxed, trying to take her mind off the fact that she had to go to school with less than two hours of sleep under her belt.
About a half an hour later, a freshly scrubbed girl jumped out of the shower and pulled on the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and proceeded to brush her recently cut hair. What used to be blonde curls hanging down to the middle of her back, was now a closely cut chin-length style, dyed a hazelnut brown with blonde highlights. 'Maybe no one will recognize me,' she tilted her head thoughtfully.
A loud bang interrupted her thoughts. She leapt off of the stool, running to her bedroom door and throwing it open. Glancing down the stairs, she saw a suitcase had been tossed down to the ground floor. She turned on her heel, walking quickly to her mother's bedroom door, hanging slightly open. Pushing it the rest of the way open, her mouth dropped, "Mom?"
Clothes were strewn all over the room, and a second and third suitcase were stuffed nearly to the brims with clothing and shoes. The girl walked further into the room, "Mom?"
A middle aged woman suddenly bustled out of the walk-in closet, carrying yet another armload of clothes. She brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her face and turned, noting for the first time her daughter's presence in the room, "Don't hate me, Kate, but I have to go away for a little while."
Kate's eyes began to well with tears, "How long?" The whisper was lost in the flurry of activity in her mother's room. Clearing her throat, she tried again, only louder. "How long, Mom?"
"I don't know, Kate. I just don't know."
Whirling from the room, Kate ran back to her own, slamming the door behind her. She angrily began ripping down all the pictures of her and her mother and father down from the walls. "Why does everyone abandon me?" she screamed at the pictures falling to the ground. "Why?"
She rushed over to the drawer that held her journal, and slid the key into the lock. Opening it quickly, she started throwing more pictures and movie tickets and birthday cards onto the ground. One picture caught her notice, and she held it in her hands gently. It was of a younger, more innocent Kate, standing with her arm around another little girl, blonde hair falling into both of their eyes, toothless smiles aimed at the camera. Kate ran her finger over the picture, 'The only person who never abandoned me. Lizzie McGuire.'