Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Lizzie McGuire!
A/N: This is a Claire story. This is my first fanfic where there is a POV (point of view) usually I am the narrator.
Warning: I don't want to give away my plot of 'Claire's secrets' just yet but this is going to deal with some VERY serious topics. If you don't think you cant handle it, don't read!
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As I walked through the halls in my brand-new 'baby phat' outfit that early Monday morning, I noticed all eyes asphyxiated on me. To make things even weirder, my clique wasn't by the lockers where we usually met up. My clique consisted of five girls on the cheer squad. They ranged from sophomore to senior. My best friend, Kate, was in this clique also, but searching for her seemed to be no use either.
I could hear people talking. I'm usually used to whispers, lies, and rumors being spread about me. After all, I did belong to the most popular clique in high school! So that sort of thing came with the status. But this time it was different. I got one of those 'feelings'! I guess you could call it my intuition. Something was wrong.
I was one of the 'it' girls'. You know the type, beautiful, popular, cheerleader. The ones' who always get invited to the best parties, and date the most popular guys. My best friend, Kate, had helped my rise to this popularity in middle school. That status carried with us through our first two years of high school. We were now sophomore. Although we had to work a bit harder to maintain our status through the transition to high school, it wasn't much of a problem considering we were cheerleaders.
I kept walking and the people of Mountain Ridge High School kept looking. The only things I got out of their whispers were things like, "I would have never suspected. Or, can you believe it?" I was getting paranoid at this point, but still maintained my "Keep it cool, they're not talking about you. There's no way they could know." Optimism. Kate had taught me that a few years back.
I decided to go ahead to my first period class with the high hopes that my clique assumed I wasn't coming to school and went ahead without me. Another disappointment lingered as I arrived in the classroom to find the five empty desks that usually surround mine.
The bell rung and class began. Only seconds later, four of my five friends arrived with an excused note for our teacher. They started to take their seats beside me. All the while they were looking at me very strangely, almost as if they had sympathy in their eyes. I don't want to talk badly about my girls but they are not the type that you would call "true friends", or even "friends" for that matter. You couldn't count on them for anything. You never expected them to keep their promises, and they would never have your back for anything. We were all just a part of that 'special group' of sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
I had the feeling that I'd better say something to break their stares'. Just as I was about to ask where Kate had gone, the teacher called me up to her desk and gave me a note. It directed me to the counselor's office.
I was getting very nervous and suspicious. At that point I would have even settled for being accused of cheating, or plagiarism. I would have settled for anything but what I was about to face.
A/N: This is a Claire story. This is my first fanfic where there is a POV (point of view) usually I am the narrator.
Warning: I don't want to give away my plot of 'Claire's secrets' just yet but this is going to deal with some VERY serious topics. If you don't think you cant handle it, don't read!
PLEASE REVIEW
As I walked through the halls in my brand-new 'baby phat' outfit that early Monday morning, I noticed all eyes asphyxiated on me. To make things even weirder, my clique wasn't by the lockers where we usually met up. My clique consisted of five girls on the cheer squad. They ranged from sophomore to senior. My best friend, Kate, was in this clique also, but searching for her seemed to be no use either.
I could hear people talking. I'm usually used to whispers, lies, and rumors being spread about me. After all, I did belong to the most popular clique in high school! So that sort of thing came with the status. But this time it was different. I got one of those 'feelings'! I guess you could call it my intuition. Something was wrong.
I was one of the 'it' girls'. You know the type, beautiful, popular, cheerleader. The ones' who always get invited to the best parties, and date the most popular guys. My best friend, Kate, had helped my rise to this popularity in middle school. That status carried with us through our first two years of high school. We were now sophomore. Although we had to work a bit harder to maintain our status through the transition to high school, it wasn't much of a problem considering we were cheerleaders.
I kept walking and the people of Mountain Ridge High School kept looking. The only things I got out of their whispers were things like, "I would have never suspected. Or, can you believe it?" I was getting paranoid at this point, but still maintained my "Keep it cool, they're not talking about you. There's no way they could know." Optimism. Kate had taught me that a few years back.
I decided to go ahead to my first period class with the high hopes that my clique assumed I wasn't coming to school and went ahead without me. Another disappointment lingered as I arrived in the classroom to find the five empty desks that usually surround mine.
The bell rung and class began. Only seconds later, four of my five friends arrived with an excused note for our teacher. They started to take their seats beside me. All the while they were looking at me very strangely, almost as if they had sympathy in their eyes. I don't want to talk badly about my girls but they are not the type that you would call "true friends", or even "friends" for that matter. You couldn't count on them for anything. You never expected them to keep their promises, and they would never have your back for anything. We were all just a part of that 'special group' of sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
I had the feeling that I'd better say something to break their stares'. Just as I was about to ask where Kate had gone, the teacher called me up to her desk and gave me a note. It directed me to the counselor's office.
I was getting very nervous and suspicious. At that point I would have even settled for being accused of cheating, or plagiarism. I would have settled for anything but what I was about to face.