~Always and Forever~
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I climbed out of bed. I was late. Just what I needed. I yanked open my closet doors and pulled out the first outfit that I could find. Denim jeans with rhinestones down the sides and a light pink hoodie. I pulled out a pink belt and slipped it through the belt loops and brushed out my hair and pulled half of it up into a quick twist and secured it with a fancy clip that matched my hoodie.
I searched through the mess on my dresser until I came up with a pair of dangly earrings. I put them into my ears and applied some lipgloss, grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hello Sweetheart." My Mum greeted me happily. I adopted the smile that I had been faking for the last week or so. Amazing how my best friend can see through it but my own Mother can't. That can't be a good thing.
I grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door. I knew that if I stayed in the kitchen with her I would have broken down sooner or later and told her what was going on and I didn't want to do that. I just didn't.
I walked slowly down the footpath, thinking about what was happening to me lately. I realised how awful it felt to have to go to lessons without my friends talking to me. Now I know how Larry must have felt. At least he made the effort to talk to people. He never seemed too upset about not having any close friends though. I can't imagine why, this is awful! I hate it. I have to make it up to my friends, I have to apologise, even if they don't want me back, I at least have to try to set things straight.
Upon arriving at school, I was swept into a hug by Ethan.
"Today's going to be the day Lizzie!" he said as he bent close to me on the pretence of welcoming me. I smiled at him.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, not really paying attention to him anyway.
"Dunno, I just feel as if today is the day that Kate is going to find out how I really feel about her."
"That's great Ethan. Are you going to tell her?"
"No, just lets see how things pan out. I just have that feeling. You know?" he asked, taking me by the hand and led me to our regular table outside under a massive oak tree.
I sat down with Ethan on the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree and holding his hand absentmindedly.
"What's wrong Lizzie?" he asked, squeezing my hand gently.
"Nothing." I said, giving him my famous fake smile.
"You can't fool me Lizzie, I know that you are upset about something. Please tell me. Maybe I can help."
At the least, I was shocked. How could Ethan tell? Only Gordo could.well so I thought. I sighed. I needed to talk to someone; it may as well be Ethan. The guy has good advice to give sometimes, maybe now is one of those times.
"Ok. Well, since I agreed to be your "girlfriend" I totally forgot about Miranda and Gordo, then I became really popular and everything and I kind of snobbed them off. And now.well, they hate me." I said. No point in going into details really. I'd been over it enough in my head already.
"They don't hate you." Ethan said after a short pause.
"How do you know that? I mean, Gordo claims that he doesn't, but I think that he does. To some extent anyway." I said biting my lip, upset.
"Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are two amazing people and you guys are The Three Amigo's. Do you really think that you are going to stop being friends over something like this? I'm sure that if you all sat down and had a talk then you could clear it all up. They won't ditch you Lizzie." He said.
"Yeah, but I ditched them and didn't even realise I'd done it until I found that friendship poem." I said, more to myself than to Ethan.
"A poem helped you see what you had done? Wow.that's some freaky writing man." Ethan said, shaking his head. I smiled and sighed again. Thinking about how I could make it up to my friends again. I really couldn't think of anything. Usually I didn't have problems coming up with things like this. It was my friends that had helped me I guess. They helped me in so many ways that I hadn't even noticed. I guess what they say is true: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
***
I stumbled through the day, completely oblivious to what was going on around me. I sat in the Cafeteria, stabbing at the thing on my plate that people insisted was broccoli, where as I believed that it was some life form from another planet. I didn't care anyway; there was no way that I was going to be eating it.
I sat stabbing at my "broccoli" because I didn't have anyone to talk too. Except for the air headed "people", or ex "people", of Kate's. This popularity thing was way over-rated. I wasn't fit to be popular. I just wanted my normal life back, friends or no friends now. I really didn't care. I just wanted it back. Back! That's it.
I pushed my chair back, took a deep breathe and looked around the crowded cafeteria, it looked as though the whole school was in there. That made sense, as it was a little warm outside. Well the more people the better. I wanted everyone to know how sorry I was. Everyone. Even people I didn't know.
I took another breath and climbed up onto my chair, despite hearing what people were saying around me.
"What's that girl doing?"
"She's not is she? Oh my gosh, she is!"
I ignored them and climbed from my chair to the table that we had been sitting at. I carefully avoided everyone's trays of food and stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled. I waited nervously as people turned my way. I noticed that not everyone was looking at me so I took the liberty of calling out to them. I didn't care that people were laughing at me. I had to do this and since Miranda wasn't talking to me and Gordo barely was, this seemed like the best option to talk to them along with everyone else. I figured making a public apology would make my friends see how sorry I truly was. They knew that I wouldn't stand on the table under normal circumstances, so this had to be something important. I looked around for my friends, making sure that they were actually in the room. I spotted them over by the exit to the outside cafeteria. I locked eyes with Gordo and instantly wished that I were still sitting in my seat, mushing up my broccoli. I knew that I couldn't back out now though. I had to show them what they meant to me.
"Ok, I've got an announcement people! Sorry to interrupt you from your nutritious lunches, but this is something I have to do and you all need to hear it."
Oh good god. What am I doing?!
"Most of you know me as that popular girl, Lizzie McGuire. The girlfriend of Ethan Craft. Up until about two weeks ago, I'm sure half of you didn't even know my name. This is because of popularity. I decided to choose popularity over my friends. The worst thing I have ever done. I thought being popular would be fun. And it was. For the first two days. Ever since the seventh grade, I had this massive crush on Ethan, just like a lot of you out there. The when he asked me out I thought, "why not?" what have I got to loose? I had a lot to loose, and I lost it. My best friends. I should have thought about what I was doing before I did it. Now, I hate the life that I have. I hate popularity. Why? Because it's fake. It's not real. I would give just about anything to have my old life back. Popularity ruined everything that I had going for me. I'm sorry to those people who thought that I was enjoying it, I haven't been. I led you to believe that I was but I wasn't. Truth be told, I've been miserable for the last eight days. I've been so selfish, I didn't even know what I had done to my friends at first, then I worked it out. I'm not smart, if I was, I'd still have my friends. So Kate, wherever you are, I'm done with this whole "popularity" thing. You can have it. It suits you well. The only thing I want now is my best friends back but in order for that I have to apologise to them. Miranda, Gordo. I'm really sorry; I know that sorry doesn't cut it and that I never should have done what I did. It was wrong of me and I understand that now and I understand why you don't want to talk to me. I wouldn't want to either. I really don't know what else to say, I just hope that you can forgive me somehow. If you can't then I understand. I just want us to be The Three Amigos again. Always and forever right?"
I said. I finished to a silent room. Everyone was now looking at me. Some were trying to hide the fact that they thought that what I had done was funny, some looked like they wanted to cry! And some, well I couldn't tell what they thought. The people that fell into that category were Miranda, Gordo, Ethan and Kate.
Kate! I can't believe I forgot. I told her that she could have her popularity back but I didn't tell her about Ethan. I wanted his feeling to be right.
"Oh yeah and Kate? Ethan and I? We never were going out. It was all a scam. I was helping out a friend. A friend that, god forbid, likes you. He wanted to make you jealous, and judging by that email and some of the things you've said to me, I'd say it worked. Just thought you should know."
Disclaimer: Zzzzzz..
I climbed out of bed. I was late. Just what I needed. I yanked open my closet doors and pulled out the first outfit that I could find. Denim jeans with rhinestones down the sides and a light pink hoodie. I pulled out a pink belt and slipped it through the belt loops and brushed out my hair and pulled half of it up into a quick twist and secured it with a fancy clip that matched my hoodie.
I searched through the mess on my dresser until I came up with a pair of dangly earrings. I put them into my ears and applied some lipgloss, grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
"Hello Sweetheart." My Mum greeted me happily. I adopted the smile that I had been faking for the last week or so. Amazing how my best friend can see through it but my own Mother can't. That can't be a good thing.
I grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door. I knew that if I stayed in the kitchen with her I would have broken down sooner or later and told her what was going on and I didn't want to do that. I just didn't.
I walked slowly down the footpath, thinking about what was happening to me lately. I realised how awful it felt to have to go to lessons without my friends talking to me. Now I know how Larry must have felt. At least he made the effort to talk to people. He never seemed too upset about not having any close friends though. I can't imagine why, this is awful! I hate it. I have to make it up to my friends, I have to apologise, even if they don't want me back, I at least have to try to set things straight.
Upon arriving at school, I was swept into a hug by Ethan.
"Today's going to be the day Lizzie!" he said as he bent close to me on the pretence of welcoming me. I smiled at him.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, not really paying attention to him anyway.
"Dunno, I just feel as if today is the day that Kate is going to find out how I really feel about her."
"That's great Ethan. Are you going to tell her?"
"No, just lets see how things pan out. I just have that feeling. You know?" he asked, taking me by the hand and led me to our regular table outside under a massive oak tree.
I sat down with Ethan on the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree and holding his hand absentmindedly.
"What's wrong Lizzie?" he asked, squeezing my hand gently.
"Nothing." I said, giving him my famous fake smile.
"You can't fool me Lizzie, I know that you are upset about something. Please tell me. Maybe I can help."
At the least, I was shocked. How could Ethan tell? Only Gordo could.well so I thought. I sighed. I needed to talk to someone; it may as well be Ethan. The guy has good advice to give sometimes, maybe now is one of those times.
"Ok. Well, since I agreed to be your "girlfriend" I totally forgot about Miranda and Gordo, then I became really popular and everything and I kind of snobbed them off. And now.well, they hate me." I said. No point in going into details really. I'd been over it enough in my head already.
"They don't hate you." Ethan said after a short pause.
"How do you know that? I mean, Gordo claims that he doesn't, but I think that he does. To some extent anyway." I said biting my lip, upset.
"Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo are two amazing people and you guys are The Three Amigo's. Do you really think that you are going to stop being friends over something like this? I'm sure that if you all sat down and had a talk then you could clear it all up. They won't ditch you Lizzie." He said.
"Yeah, but I ditched them and didn't even realise I'd done it until I found that friendship poem." I said, more to myself than to Ethan.
"A poem helped you see what you had done? Wow.that's some freaky writing man." Ethan said, shaking his head. I smiled and sighed again. Thinking about how I could make it up to my friends again. I really couldn't think of anything. Usually I didn't have problems coming up with things like this. It was my friends that had helped me I guess. They helped me in so many ways that I hadn't even noticed. I guess what they say is true: You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
***
I stumbled through the day, completely oblivious to what was going on around me. I sat in the Cafeteria, stabbing at the thing on my plate that people insisted was broccoli, where as I believed that it was some life form from another planet. I didn't care anyway; there was no way that I was going to be eating it.
I sat stabbing at my "broccoli" because I didn't have anyone to talk too. Except for the air headed "people", or ex "people", of Kate's. This popularity thing was way over-rated. I wasn't fit to be popular. I just wanted my normal life back, friends or no friends now. I really didn't care. I just wanted it back. Back! That's it.
I pushed my chair back, took a deep breathe and looked around the crowded cafeteria, it looked as though the whole school was in there. That made sense, as it was a little warm outside. Well the more people the better. I wanted everyone to know how sorry I was. Everyone. Even people I didn't know.
I took another breath and climbed up onto my chair, despite hearing what people were saying around me.
"What's that girl doing?"
"She's not is she? Oh my gosh, she is!"
I ignored them and climbed from my chair to the table that we had been sitting at. I carefully avoided everyone's trays of food and stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled. I waited nervously as people turned my way. I noticed that not everyone was looking at me so I took the liberty of calling out to them. I didn't care that people were laughing at me. I had to do this and since Miranda wasn't talking to me and Gordo barely was, this seemed like the best option to talk to them along with everyone else. I figured making a public apology would make my friends see how sorry I truly was. They knew that I wouldn't stand on the table under normal circumstances, so this had to be something important. I looked around for my friends, making sure that they were actually in the room. I spotted them over by the exit to the outside cafeteria. I locked eyes with Gordo and instantly wished that I were still sitting in my seat, mushing up my broccoli. I knew that I couldn't back out now though. I had to show them what they meant to me.
"Ok, I've got an announcement people! Sorry to interrupt you from your nutritious lunches, but this is something I have to do and you all need to hear it."
Oh good god. What am I doing?!
"Most of you know me as that popular girl, Lizzie McGuire. The girlfriend of Ethan Craft. Up until about two weeks ago, I'm sure half of you didn't even know my name. This is because of popularity. I decided to choose popularity over my friends. The worst thing I have ever done. I thought being popular would be fun. And it was. For the first two days. Ever since the seventh grade, I had this massive crush on Ethan, just like a lot of you out there. The when he asked me out I thought, "why not?" what have I got to loose? I had a lot to loose, and I lost it. My best friends. I should have thought about what I was doing before I did it. Now, I hate the life that I have. I hate popularity. Why? Because it's fake. It's not real. I would give just about anything to have my old life back. Popularity ruined everything that I had going for me. I'm sorry to those people who thought that I was enjoying it, I haven't been. I led you to believe that I was but I wasn't. Truth be told, I've been miserable for the last eight days. I've been so selfish, I didn't even know what I had done to my friends at first, then I worked it out. I'm not smart, if I was, I'd still have my friends. So Kate, wherever you are, I'm done with this whole "popularity" thing. You can have it. It suits you well. The only thing I want now is my best friends back but in order for that I have to apologise to them. Miranda, Gordo. I'm really sorry; I know that sorry doesn't cut it and that I never should have done what I did. It was wrong of me and I understand that now and I understand why you don't want to talk to me. I wouldn't want to either. I really don't know what else to say, I just hope that you can forgive me somehow. If you can't then I understand. I just want us to be The Three Amigos again. Always and forever right?"
I said. I finished to a silent room. Everyone was now looking at me. Some were trying to hide the fact that they thought that what I had done was funny, some looked like they wanted to cry! And some, well I couldn't tell what they thought. The people that fell into that category were Miranda, Gordo, Ethan and Kate.
Kate! I can't believe I forgot. I told her that she could have her popularity back but I didn't tell her about Ethan. I wanted his feeling to be right.
"Oh yeah and Kate? Ethan and I? We never were going out. It was all a scam. I was helping out a friend. A friend that, god forbid, likes you. He wanted to make you jealous, and judging by that email and some of the things you've said to me, I'd say it worked. Just thought you should know."