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Lizzie flung her bedroom door shut and tossed her backpack against the wall. With a loud sigh, she flopped back onto her bed. She wanted nothing more than for this hellish day to be over, she closed her eyes and pressed her palms into her eyes. A soft knock on the door caused her to release a drawn out groan. "Come in," she called, no intention of moving from her spot on the bed.
"Gordo told me about your tire," Miranda stated, walking into the room. "Thought we could start picking out dresses for the Winter Festival, give you something else to think about your majesty."
Lizzie shot her a glare then laughed. "Ugh," she moaned, pulling herself into a sitting position. "I need a new dress, a new tire, and a bottle of aspirin."
"It could be worse-"
"We're not going to discuss the ways this day could get worse, because I don't want it to get any worse, and if we discuss it, it will."
"Paranoid?"
"Just a little. I mean, come on, the Princess nomination, Ronnie, Larry, then someone attacks my poor car," Lizzie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Can you give me a ride tomorrow?"
"Of course," she nodded. They were silent for a moment then an odd smirk crossed Miranda's face. "Who do you want to be your escort?"
Lizzie let out another groan. "I am not even going to think about a date for the dance on top of everything else."
Miranda's brown eyes sparkled mischievously. "Well, I know a certain cute guy-"
"No, under no circumstance are you going to attempt to set me up with anyone. I will not stand for it. End of discussion."
"Lizzie. . ."
"Nope," she insisted stubbornly, standing in front of the mirror.
"Fine then, you could always take Larry."
Lizzie shot a glare at her friend, then flung a pillow at her. "Let's go get something to eat I'm hungry." ***
The next morning, Lizzie climbed out of Miranda's blue convertible. She sighed as she pushed her hair behind her shoulder. She glanced at her reflection in a small hand held mirror, before putting it away and smiling at her friend. "Do I look all right?"
"Good enough to be a princess," Miranda laughed.
Lizzie smiled then started towards the entrance. They passed the usual jock gathering.
"Lizzie," Ethan Craft called, a smirk on his perfectly arched lips.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, a flirtatious smile on her face.
"Looking good."
"Doing pretty well yourself," she answered, walking on towards the school. She turned back to Miranda trying to suppress a giggle. "I can't believe I just said that."
"Well at least your confidence is up," Miranda stated.
Gordo hurried up to them, his curly hair in its usual mess upon his head. Lizzie laughed when she saw him and tenderly ran her hand through it. "You really need a hair cut."
He made a face at her and ducked away from her hand. "What's going on?"
The bell rang before she could answer and they were swept along with the crowd. They broke away long enough to pause at the girl's lockers. Lizzie was twirling the lock when she heard a voice behind her. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Perfect."
"Oh, come on," Lizzie muttered, looking over at the voice. Andie Robinson, a junior, and a cheerleader stood smirking at her. "Something you want?"
"You know, you might as well drop out of the running now, there's no way you're ever going to stand a chance of getting Princess," the girl sneered.
"Andie, why don't you give up being Kate's carbon copy and get a life? Not mine, not Kate's, go get one all your own," Lizzie snapped, crossing her arms and staring her.
"No one would want your pathetic life where you're to blind to see what's in front of your own face," she shot back before sauntering off after a football player.
Lizzie shook her head and reached again for her lock. "That girl needs to be taken to a shrink ward. And what is she talking about? Too blind to see what's in front of my own face?"
"Don't know," Miranda shrugged.
"You encouraged her," Gordo stated.
"Gordo, it was eighth grade. The girl needs to grow up and get real," she answered.
He started to say more but instead shut his mouth and kept tight lipped. Lizzie stared at him for several minutes before letting out a frustrated sigh and popped open her lock.
A strangled scream tore from her throat as she staggered quickly back. Gordo gently caught her as she lost her footing, then he peered inside the locker. Suspended in her locker was the limp body of a frog, a note dangled from it.
"I'll get a teacher," Miranda stated, running down the hallway.
"Don't touch it!" Lizzie exclaimed as he reached out for it.
He glanced quickly at her, then turned over the note, the words were written in either a dark dripping red paint, or something else Lizzie did not want to think about. "Here's your Frog Prince," he read, glancing at Lizzie. "Exactly who's bad side have you gotten on?"
Lizzie flung her bedroom door shut and tossed her backpack against the wall. With a loud sigh, she flopped back onto her bed. She wanted nothing more than for this hellish day to be over, she closed her eyes and pressed her palms into her eyes. A soft knock on the door caused her to release a drawn out groan. "Come in," she called, no intention of moving from her spot on the bed.
"Gordo told me about your tire," Miranda stated, walking into the room. "Thought we could start picking out dresses for the Winter Festival, give you something else to think about your majesty."
Lizzie shot her a glare then laughed. "Ugh," she moaned, pulling herself into a sitting position. "I need a new dress, a new tire, and a bottle of aspirin."
"It could be worse-"
"We're not going to discuss the ways this day could get worse, because I don't want it to get any worse, and if we discuss it, it will."
"Paranoid?"
"Just a little. I mean, come on, the Princess nomination, Ronnie, Larry, then someone attacks my poor car," Lizzie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Can you give me a ride tomorrow?"
"Of course," she nodded. They were silent for a moment then an odd smirk crossed Miranda's face. "Who do you want to be your escort?"
Lizzie let out another groan. "I am not even going to think about a date for the dance on top of everything else."
Miranda's brown eyes sparkled mischievously. "Well, I know a certain cute guy-"
"No, under no circumstance are you going to attempt to set me up with anyone. I will not stand for it. End of discussion."
"Lizzie. . ."
"Nope," she insisted stubbornly, standing in front of the mirror.
"Fine then, you could always take Larry."
Lizzie shot a glare at her friend, then flung a pillow at her. "Let's go get something to eat I'm hungry." ***
The next morning, Lizzie climbed out of Miranda's blue convertible. She sighed as she pushed her hair behind her shoulder. She glanced at her reflection in a small hand held mirror, before putting it away and smiling at her friend. "Do I look all right?"
"Good enough to be a princess," Miranda laughed.
Lizzie smiled then started towards the entrance. They passed the usual jock gathering.
"Lizzie," Ethan Craft called, a smirk on his perfectly arched lips.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, a flirtatious smile on her face.
"Looking good."
"Doing pretty well yourself," she answered, walking on towards the school. She turned back to Miranda trying to suppress a giggle. "I can't believe I just said that."
"Well at least your confidence is up," Miranda stated.
Gordo hurried up to them, his curly hair in its usual mess upon his head. Lizzie laughed when she saw him and tenderly ran her hand through it. "You really need a hair cut."
He made a face at her and ducked away from her hand. "What's going on?"
The bell rang before she could answer and they were swept along with the crowd. They broke away long enough to pause at the girl's lockers. Lizzie was twirling the lock when she heard a voice behind her. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Perfect."
"Oh, come on," Lizzie muttered, looking over at the voice. Andie Robinson, a junior, and a cheerleader stood smirking at her. "Something you want?"
"You know, you might as well drop out of the running now, there's no way you're ever going to stand a chance of getting Princess," the girl sneered.
"Andie, why don't you give up being Kate's carbon copy and get a life? Not mine, not Kate's, go get one all your own," Lizzie snapped, crossing her arms and staring her.
"No one would want your pathetic life where you're to blind to see what's in front of your own face," she shot back before sauntering off after a football player.
Lizzie shook her head and reached again for her lock. "That girl needs to be taken to a shrink ward. And what is she talking about? Too blind to see what's in front of my own face?"
"Don't know," Miranda shrugged.
"You encouraged her," Gordo stated.
"Gordo, it was eighth grade. The girl needs to grow up and get real," she answered.
He started to say more but instead shut his mouth and kept tight lipped. Lizzie stared at him for several minutes before letting out a frustrated sigh and popped open her lock.
A strangled scream tore from her throat as she staggered quickly back. Gordo gently caught her as she lost her footing, then he peered inside the locker. Suspended in her locker was the limp body of a frog, a note dangled from it.
"I'll get a teacher," Miranda stated, running down the hallway.
"Don't touch it!" Lizzie exclaimed as he reached out for it.
He glanced quickly at her, then turned over the note, the words were written in either a dark dripping red paint, or something else Lizzie did not want to think about. "Here's your Frog Prince," he read, glancing at Lizzie. "Exactly who's bad side have you gotten on?"
