Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Lizzie McGuire.
A/N: The next chapter will dish the full dirt on Claire's secret. That is, if you haven't already figured it out.
That night I lay in my bed thinking about everything that had happened. Thinking about how many problems Kate had talked me through, or for that matter vise versa. I thought about the first time I'd met her, our first sleepover, our first intimate conversation. And ultimately how good it felt to finally be able to tell someone and for them to not only listen with an open mind, but also to TRULY understand how it feels.
No one was home that night. Thank god. No one was around to pester me, or yell at me. I had all the time I needed to truly think things through. Kate and I understood each other completely. I laughed to myself for the first time in days thinking about the start of seventh grade.
I could feel myself slipping away into my own little world again. I could feel myself visually reminiscing about events in the past as if I were there. It had always been an unreal, yet comforting feeling for me.
Kate shared things about her past with me. She told me about Miranda Sanchez, Gordo Gordon, and Lizzie McGuire. She shared things about them and about all the good times she had with them. But also about how she always felt she didn't belong with them. She described Lizzie's perfect little life in full detail.
My first thought was that she was completely jealous of Lizzie. Which still holds truth to this day. But as she kept going on about her I found myself growing jealous of this girl also.
Lizzie seemed like the perfect little girl with the perfect little life and the perfect little family to go along with it. I would be lying if I said that to this day I wasn't jealous of her. When seventh grade rolled around and we shared classes with this 'perfect little girl' Kate started taking digs at her. Not all at once, but slowly.
Then I joined in, and before we knew it, it had become a daily routine. We talked about the immense pleasure it gave us to make fun of her. To hurt her. As sick as it sounds, it felt good to place my hurt onto someone else. I'm sure Kate felt the same way.
By the end of the year we had all the popular people believing the lies we told about her. The rumors we had started. It was an amazing feeling to have total control over someone else's life. Much like the control I felt my dad had over me.
I tossed around in bed that night. I couldn't sleep at all. That was the first night I had been alone in my house for almost two years. It sounds exaggerated, but it's true. I laughed at the memory of how mad Kate's mom would get when we would talk our way into letting me stay over even on school nights. We were truly inseparable. As we got older we gained more freedom. Suddenly, Kate's mom and dad were out of town for a couple weeks here, a few there. We threw parties and drank. You know, all that good stuff that 'good teens' do.
I loved the jealousy I felt from the other girls. The feeling that they all wished they could be us. They thought WE were the perfect one's with the perfect lives' and the perfect parents'. They didn't know how truly wrong they were. Until now.
A/N: The next chapter will dish the full dirt on Claire's secret. That is, if you haven't already figured it out.
That night I lay in my bed thinking about everything that had happened. Thinking about how many problems Kate had talked me through, or for that matter vise versa. I thought about the first time I'd met her, our first sleepover, our first intimate conversation. And ultimately how good it felt to finally be able to tell someone and for them to not only listen with an open mind, but also to TRULY understand how it feels.
No one was home that night. Thank god. No one was around to pester me, or yell at me. I had all the time I needed to truly think things through. Kate and I understood each other completely. I laughed to myself for the first time in days thinking about the start of seventh grade.
I could feel myself slipping away into my own little world again. I could feel myself visually reminiscing about events in the past as if I were there. It had always been an unreal, yet comforting feeling for me.
Kate shared things about her past with me. She told me about Miranda Sanchez, Gordo Gordon, and Lizzie McGuire. She shared things about them and about all the good times she had with them. But also about how she always felt she didn't belong with them. She described Lizzie's perfect little life in full detail.
My first thought was that she was completely jealous of Lizzie. Which still holds truth to this day. But as she kept going on about her I found myself growing jealous of this girl also.
Lizzie seemed like the perfect little girl with the perfect little life and the perfect little family to go along with it. I would be lying if I said that to this day I wasn't jealous of her. When seventh grade rolled around and we shared classes with this 'perfect little girl' Kate started taking digs at her. Not all at once, but slowly.
Then I joined in, and before we knew it, it had become a daily routine. We talked about the immense pleasure it gave us to make fun of her. To hurt her. As sick as it sounds, it felt good to place my hurt onto someone else. I'm sure Kate felt the same way.
By the end of the year we had all the popular people believing the lies we told about her. The rumors we had started. It was an amazing feeling to have total control over someone else's life. Much like the control I felt my dad had over me.
I tossed around in bed that night. I couldn't sleep at all. That was the first night I had been alone in my house for almost two years. It sounds exaggerated, but it's true. I laughed at the memory of how mad Kate's mom would get when we would talk our way into letting me stay over even on school nights. We were truly inseparable. As we got older we gained more freedom. Suddenly, Kate's mom and dad were out of town for a couple weeks here, a few there. We threw parties and drank. You know, all that good stuff that 'good teens' do.
I loved the jealousy I felt from the other girls. The feeling that they all wished they could be us. They thought WE were the perfect one's with the perfect lives' and the perfect parents'. They didn't know how truly wrong they were. Until now.