Lizzie turned away from her mother. It was death to face her now, but the
silence filling the room was killing her anyway.
"Honey," Jo began, speaking through her tears. "Kate just told me an interesting story. Look, Lizzie, if you tell me she's wrong and that it's all lies, I'll believe you. I swear to God, I will believe. Is it true?"
Lizzie turned around to see her mother. There were tears down her cheeks and red in her eyes. Although they only met eye contact for a few seconds, the expression on Lizzie's face had answered Jo's question. Lizzie opened her mouth, but couldn't bare to speak, she ran upstairs in tears. Jo quickly followed.
After entering her room, Lizzie jumped to her bed, soaking her pillow with tears. Jo sat down on the bed, beside her and put her hand gently on her daughter's back.
"Honey, its ok. I know young girls today feel pressured by some young men to...." Jo began, but was immediately stopped by her daughter, talking into her pillow. "What sweetie, I couldn't understand you."
Lizzie lifted her head and whispered. "I wasn't pressured by men." Then she began to shout, "I did it willingly. I pressured THEM, not the other way around. I jump into THEIR beds, not them into mine." Jo held a confusing look upon her tear-wet face. "Don't you get it! I'm a slut, a whore. I'm nothing, but a dirty, little, WHORE!" Lizzie cried even harder now.
"Lizzie, dear, listen to me." Jo turned her daughters head, so she faced her. "Listen to me, you're NOT a whore. You're Lizzie McGuire, my sweet child."
"SWEET CHILD!! Would a sweet child sleep with everyone in school? Would a sweet child cry herself to sleep EVERY night, because she felt so dirty? Would a sweet child get herself pregnant and not even know who the father is?"
Jo sat there dumbfounded, staring into space. Her daughter had just revealed too much for her handle and there were no words to respond to. Her daughter, her little angle, had just turned into the devil.
Soon Kate, who had been sitting through the entire scene in complete silence, began to try and reassure herself, "Kate, you HAD to tell her. You did the right thing." Sadly, it didn't work.
Her efforts were quickly put to a halt when the dinging of the doorbell filled her ears. Looking towards Lizzie's room then towards the front door she spoke once again, "I guess I'll get it."
"Kate?! I guess its true what they say, loser of a crowd are lame together." Claire said, in a nasty tone, as Kate opened the door.
"Claire? What are you doing......"
"Shush." Claire said, cutting off Kate, while putting her finger to her lips. "I have no time to chat, the limo's waiting outside. I'm here on business."
"Business?" At first Kate was confused, but then she remembered all her trips of "business" she had done when she was in the "in-crowd."
"Just do me a little favor, wont you? I need you to give this to Lizzie for me." Claire quickly handed, what looked like a letter to Kate. She read the, handwritten, three pages, starting with an anonymous letter and ending with a list, in shock. Kate could tell the first page was Claire's handwriting. Kate filled with rage, until Claire spoke again, then she was pissed beyond all reason.
"Oh, don't worry. I have PLENTLY of copies." Claire added, while blowing on her manicured nails, then looked up and continued, "and so does the WHOLE student body." Claire's laugh was evil and what scared Kate even more, was that she used to have the same one.
"How could you be so cruel? Don't you realize how hurt she is?"
At first it seemed as if Kate had hit a soft spot in Claire, until she saw Claire's smile, "Of course I do, that's why it's so funny. You would have found it HILARIOUS if you hadn't become, well, who you are now. In fact, you probably would have thought of it yourself. No wait; I was always the brilliant one, wasn't I? I'll tell you what, I MAY consider letting you be part of my crew once again, if you help me to destroy the slut Lizzie. So, wadda ya say. Which do you choose, me or her. You can become popular once again, or you can stay with her and I'll make sure, personally, that you become an even bigger loser than you are now."
Kate stood in the doorway, unsure of what to say. The sobs coming upstairs filled her ears and Claire glare blinded her.
"Kate, I don't have all day. It's now or never. Popularity, or loser lifetime?
"Honey," Jo began, speaking through her tears. "Kate just told me an interesting story. Look, Lizzie, if you tell me she's wrong and that it's all lies, I'll believe you. I swear to God, I will believe. Is it true?"
Lizzie turned around to see her mother. There were tears down her cheeks and red in her eyes. Although they only met eye contact for a few seconds, the expression on Lizzie's face had answered Jo's question. Lizzie opened her mouth, but couldn't bare to speak, she ran upstairs in tears. Jo quickly followed.
After entering her room, Lizzie jumped to her bed, soaking her pillow with tears. Jo sat down on the bed, beside her and put her hand gently on her daughter's back.
"Honey, its ok. I know young girls today feel pressured by some young men to...." Jo began, but was immediately stopped by her daughter, talking into her pillow. "What sweetie, I couldn't understand you."
Lizzie lifted her head and whispered. "I wasn't pressured by men." Then she began to shout, "I did it willingly. I pressured THEM, not the other way around. I jump into THEIR beds, not them into mine." Jo held a confusing look upon her tear-wet face. "Don't you get it! I'm a slut, a whore. I'm nothing, but a dirty, little, WHORE!" Lizzie cried even harder now.
"Lizzie, dear, listen to me." Jo turned her daughters head, so she faced her. "Listen to me, you're NOT a whore. You're Lizzie McGuire, my sweet child."
"SWEET CHILD!! Would a sweet child sleep with everyone in school? Would a sweet child cry herself to sleep EVERY night, because she felt so dirty? Would a sweet child get herself pregnant and not even know who the father is?"
Jo sat there dumbfounded, staring into space. Her daughter had just revealed too much for her handle and there were no words to respond to. Her daughter, her little angle, had just turned into the devil.
Soon Kate, who had been sitting through the entire scene in complete silence, began to try and reassure herself, "Kate, you HAD to tell her. You did the right thing." Sadly, it didn't work.
Her efforts were quickly put to a halt when the dinging of the doorbell filled her ears. Looking towards Lizzie's room then towards the front door she spoke once again, "I guess I'll get it."
"Kate?! I guess its true what they say, loser of a crowd are lame together." Claire said, in a nasty tone, as Kate opened the door.
"Claire? What are you doing......"
"Shush." Claire said, cutting off Kate, while putting her finger to her lips. "I have no time to chat, the limo's waiting outside. I'm here on business."
"Business?" At first Kate was confused, but then she remembered all her trips of "business" she had done when she was in the "in-crowd."
"Just do me a little favor, wont you? I need you to give this to Lizzie for me." Claire quickly handed, what looked like a letter to Kate. She read the, handwritten, three pages, starting with an anonymous letter and ending with a list, in shock. Kate could tell the first page was Claire's handwriting. Kate filled with rage, until Claire spoke again, then she was pissed beyond all reason.
"Oh, don't worry. I have PLENTLY of copies." Claire added, while blowing on her manicured nails, then looked up and continued, "and so does the WHOLE student body." Claire's laugh was evil and what scared Kate even more, was that she used to have the same one.
"How could you be so cruel? Don't you realize how hurt she is?"
At first it seemed as if Kate had hit a soft spot in Claire, until she saw Claire's smile, "Of course I do, that's why it's so funny. You would have found it HILARIOUS if you hadn't become, well, who you are now. In fact, you probably would have thought of it yourself. No wait; I was always the brilliant one, wasn't I? I'll tell you what, I MAY consider letting you be part of my crew once again, if you help me to destroy the slut Lizzie. So, wadda ya say. Which do you choose, me or her. You can become popular once again, or you can stay with her and I'll make sure, personally, that you become an even bigger loser than you are now."
Kate stood in the doorway, unsure of what to say. The sobs coming upstairs filled her ears and Claire glare blinded her.
"Kate, I don't have all day. It's now or never. Popularity, or loser lifetime?
