[A/N]: This is my first ever Lizzie McGuire fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh. Thanks and oh yeah, review, PLEASE!!
People think I'm shallow.
They think that deep down I truly am a selfish, heartless bitch.
They couldn't be more wrong.
Deep down I'm not as cold hearted as everyone thinks. I'm actually a sweet, caring and yes, even a loving person. It's well known that I'm a vegetarian, but people think it's because I'm worried about gaining weight. The real reason is because I don't have the heart to eat animals, I'm truly am an animal lover.
I wasn't always so cold-hearted.
In elementary school I was the kid who stuck up for the geek getting bullied.
I was the one that everyone wanted to have as a friend.
Until that one day it was my turn to get bullied.
It was in third grade; and I was staring up at the clouds with my best friend Melissa Anderson giggling at the funny shapes in the sky. (Kate didn't come into the picture until fourth grade). Melissa was just like me, pretty, wavy, tangled hair, and most importantly, mixed. The previous night, Billy Raines' father had gotten fired by his mixed employer and instead of getting over it and finding a new job, he convinced Billy that mixed people were bad people and didn't belong in this world. The next day Billy convinced all his friends, (Jerry Wheel, Russell Thorpe, Danny Kessler, and even Ethan Craft), that Melissa and I were dumb, stupid people that didn't belong. They teased us; calling us all sorts of names and said things like, "What are you, white or black? " and "Are you a nigger or a cracker?" and the one thing that hurt the most was when Ethan said, "you know my dog and you have one thing in common, you're both mutts." We both ran off the playground, played hooky and went home.
Melissa just ignored them and continued to act as if it never happened. But that day forward I had vowed to make everyone who had made me feel like dirt like gum beneath my shoe.
Sometimes I wish I could've just ignored them like Melissa. Maybe then I wouldn't be the most hated (next to Kate) girl in the entire school. I just want to take off my mask and scream, "Look at me, Claire Miller! I'm not really this way, trust me!" But then I'd risk the chance of people finding out who I really am, and all that hard work would be for…nothing. No, I refuse to put down my charade if it's at the cost of people knowing the truth.
"Claire," Kate rolls her eyes, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Like, hullo. Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here," I sigh.
"Which lip gloss looks better, the Strawberry Kiwi, or Vanilla Frosting?" Kate asked me as if it was a life or death question.
"Definitely the Vanilla Frosting." I answer, plastering a false smile on my face.
"I thought so too." Kate agreed. "Oh my gosh, there's a new Tommy Hilfiger jacket that is just to die for. Want to come to the mall with me today?"
"Sure, " I answer. "I need a new pair of shoes anyways."
Some things just never change.