Kate's 'Perfect' Life

~by LiLZelda~

Okay, just a quick note before the story; thanks to all who reviewed! I'm so happy right now ^___________^---O.O But you got to review more!!! Review or else I'll ddddiiiiieee-- okay, maybe not but hey. So R&R and no flames.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lizze McGuire. I do not own Lizzie McGuire. I do not own Lizzie McGuire. Got it?

**=Character's thoughts

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Chapter One-

I woke up, sun pouring though my open window. My pink lace curtains twirled around due to a light breeze. I sighed, rubbed my eyes and slowly got out of bed while struggling to get out of my silk purple sheets. Then I carefully slipped fuzzy slippers on my feet, and stared at my room. Same as yesterday, a big wide room, the walls, painted a light peach color which complimented my drawers which was a creamy white color. A big desk, which lay in near corner of my room held my computer, supplies, and CDs. Along the walls were posters and collages.

I sighed again, as I slowly got up went out the door down the hall, and into the bathroom.

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"Nice outfit, Kate!"

"Yeah, nice outfit!"

All I could do was smile, and say "I know, isn't it?" I hate myself. Why do I have to be such a snob? Although, it WAS a nice outfit; a pink mini skirt with a leather-like feel to it, a matching pink tang top (A/N: Sorry if I suck at descriptions ^_^;). "Aren't they pathetic?" a voice said behind me. A whipped around....it was Claire. I really wanted to smack her for saying that. But if I did, I would become a outcast for life.

And of course, determined to stay popular I agreed. "Ya, what losers, always looking at me up and down...jealous because they know they'll never have the chance to be...well...me" I stared at the floor. *And yet,I want a life like theirs*

"Hi Kate"

"Hey Claire"

"Hey."

I looked up from the floor to see Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo all just standing there...inside I was so happy to see them, but outside- "Move geeks, your in our way!" I pushed though them, with Claire following close behind. *Why? Why do I do this??* I painfully hid the truth that I didn't want to be popular, that my life is just as hard as any other teenagers is. I really felt like crying. *They were being nice to you Kate. Why do you do this? Why?*

"...because I'm jealous." I silently answered myself.

"Kate?"

I jumped. Claire looked at me strangely.

"Oh, nothing." I said, "nothing at all."

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I sunk into my desk, history class was awfully boring the teacher kept drowning on and on about WWII. I tried to keep my eyes open but they were slowly closing- "Okay class, and now to hand out this last week's test." My eyes snapped back open, I've been waiting to get this test back. The teachers opened a draw in his desk and picked the tests out. He then picked them up and went around the room, handing them out.

"Yes!" I heard Larry cry out "B-"

I rolled my eyes, pathetic Larry, why would you get excited over a B-? I rolled my saw Ethan nearly jump over his desk over a D. Then, my heart stopped beating as I saw the teacher slowly walk to my desk, and put the paper face down on my desk. I turned the paper over and saw my grade a....

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"You got a what?!" Claire asked hysterically. "An F..." I said, choking back tears. We were walking home from school and were on my block. "I have to take a makeup test next week, and if I don't pass this one, I might end up failing history this year." I looked up and saw my house ahead, I could feel the tears moving to the brim of my eyes. But reluctantly I managed to hold them back. I stepped into the house putting my bookbag down, and wiping my feet on the doormat. I heard rustling of papers in the dining room, probably mom paying the bills. I decided to show her the test and get it over with, she was the only person I knew who wouldn't yell at me.

I jogged into the dining room. "Mom I-" I froze. It wasn't mom at the table...it was...Dad. He turned around, his face was pale and ghostly this usually means he was drinking, did I mention he had a drinking problem? He stood up and walked over to me. I started to tremble. "What have you got there Kate?" his voice sounded deep and raspy.

"I- Dad, it's nothing."

"Oh really?" he asked. "It looks like something...give it to me!!" he quickly snacthed it roughly from my hand. He looked at it...his face then turned boiling red.

Tears started to fall down my cheeks. "No daddy wait I can ex--" but before I could answer, my head landed to the floor with a sicking thud.

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OOOOH CLIFFHANGER...I think. *AHEM* anyway I have apoilies to give anyone who's reading

1. Sorry if I'm bad at describing things

2. sorry if there's any grammar or spelling errors

3. I'll try to make the next chapter longer if this one wasn't

Okay that's it, besides that R&R and no flames

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