Author's Note: Okay, I haven't been getting any reviews, hardly. If you all could please review, then that would be great. Please. School stars in a couple of days and it's Friday the 13th. And to top it off, a hurricane is striking tonight! Now on with the story.
Lizzie paced around her kitchen and began thinking of who to call first. She thought that she should deal with the easy people first like the mental psycuhic and then she had to take care of Kate.
She reached for the phone and looked up in the phone book to find the psychic, Stacy Kidman. She automatically found it and dialed the number. A female voice answered the phone on the second ring.
"Hello," she answered.
"Um, hi. I'm Lizzie and I would like to make an appointment with Stacy for my fortune to be told," she explained.
"Last name?"
"Pardon?"
"I asked for your last name and what is it?"
Lizzie thought that she couldn't use her last name because that would surely blow her cover, so she decided to use her maiden name, McGuire.
"McGuire," Lizzie stated.
"All right, you're appointment is set for today at 4:00 PM and thank you for choosing us today to help you with your needs," droned the receptionist's voice and with that she hung up the phone without even asking Lizzie if the time of the appointment was okay with her or not.
Lizzie glared at the phone and then set it on the hook. She walked in to where Abby was watching TV and Michael was sulking. She knew that something was wrong, so she decided for him to get up and do something than besides sulk.
"Hey Michael, I'm going to be gone for a few hours while you take care of your sister. Remember to do your room," Lizzie added expecting him to argue.
"Sure," he said.
"Oh and don't forget to do your job."
"Whatever."
"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to get moving?"
"I'll do that." He got up and went upstairs and went to cleaning up his room. Lizzie stared at him for a couple of seconds and wondered what was up with that boy. She shook of the thought and turned her attention to her daughter.
"Mum, I don't need to be looked after," whined Abby. "Especially if he's my twin brother who is only two minutes older than me." (A/N: Boy what a cheesy and bratty line.)
"Well you're brother is gloomy and I have no idea why? Do you know why," Lizzie interrogated Abby.
"Yeah, he just asked the girl of his dreams out and she turned him down. It was actually kind of funny. He just sat there like nothing else mattered but her. For a nine-year-old, he takes love to seriously. Can you seriously be in love with someone at the age of nine?"
"First of all, you shouldn't be laughing at your brother and second of all, I guess young love can be the greatest thing in the world. I had a so called crush, just like Michael had."
"Did you tell him?"
"No, I never had. I guess I was to chicken. You're brother had a lot of guts to do that and now I wish I had told him, but that doesn't matter."
Abby was now not watching TV anymore and averted her attention to her mother, where she had that dazed look on her face. She had worn that look a lot, and if Abby wasn't wrong, she could of sworn it had to involve Gordo in some way.
"Is it Gordo?" she questioned her mother,
Lizzie quickly snapped back to reality and looked at her daughter with curiosity. How come her daughter knew something that she didn't?
"Why do you ask that?" she pondered.
"No reason," she said innocently, but with a grin on her face.
Abby turned back to the TV, while Lizzie turned her back on her daughter. She bid her goodbye and Lizzie went to where her vehicle was and drove off to the loony psychic where she was going to get her fortune told.
As soon as she got there, she parked in the parking lot and locked her door. She walked up the brick stairs and looked up at the small house. She supposedly guessed that this was her house and used part of her house for work. Lizzie opened the door and looked in the home. It was decorated like a normal room, besides planets hanging from the ceiling everywhere and dozens of cats scattered around the house. Just before she stepped in the house, a cat darted out the door, which made Lizzie trip and almost fall.
"May I help you," asked the same lady that she talked on the phone with.
Lizzie stepped towards the receptionist's desk and said, "Yes, I'm Lizzie McGuire." It felt good to finally pronounce her maiden name. Then it brought back memories of her with Gordo and Miranda in their school days. It felt like nothing else mattered than of what people thought of you, how you looked, who liked who, and nonsense that mattered now.
"Aw, yes. Sister Venus will be with you in a few minutes. There are a few chairs over there, if you want to rest," pointed out the lady.
"I'm sorry, I had an appointment with Stacy Kidman."
"Her real name is that, but she'd rather be called Sister Venus because it makes her sound more professional. Do not let anyone know that I told you that. It's confidential," she whispered.
Lizzie leaned over and asked in a whisper, "Why are we whispering?"
She put a finger to her lips and made a shushing noise. She pointed to a few chairs in the corner and Lizzie graciously accepted the offer.
After about a couple of minutes, a frizzy-haired lady entered the waiting room and called, "Is there a Lizzie McGuire here?"
Lizzie got up from her seat and walked over to 'Sister Venus' so that she was directly in front of her. She was wearing odd articles of clothing. They looked like they had planets and stars all over them.
"Follow me, Mercury," she said as she motioned for Lizzie to follow her into her so called office. "Now sit in that chair over there and let me gaze into the future with your crystal ball."
Great, thought Lizzie. She has already named me after one of the planets, the famous Mercury. Why couldn't it be Pluto or Mars? At least it's better than Uranus.
Stacy did weird hand motions as if she was staring into the crystal ball. Her eyes then popped out and she gave a small Oh. It sounded like a disappointed oh, not an oh that you would create on Christmas Day when you got a really big or nice gift.
"What is it, um Sister?" she asked.
"First of all you have become very successful in your life. And you have three children right?" she questioned.
Lizzie hesitated and said, "Sure."
"Good, now you have trials that you will face in the future. Now speaking of your husband¾ "
Now here was her chance. Lizzie began to sob uncontrollably, even though it wasn't real, at all!. She put her hands in her face and said, "I'm so sorry for crying out like this. I just found his calendar book and I thought of surprising him with me putting a cute little message in there and I found a list of all these women's names and I knew that he was cheating on me. Like his boss and my old best friend that doesn't even know she is being cheated on."
Stacy was overwhelmed with sincerity and held out her hand for Lizzie. "What is your husband's name, dear?"
"Carl Childers. Isn't that such a nice name?"
Stacy snapped her hand back from Lizzie and stood up with a look of hurt and anger on her face, "You mean you're husband is Carl Childers, the Carl Childers. I just went on a several dates with him and we are officially a couple now. He didn't tell me that he had a wife and children. I would surely be disgraced with your husband!"
"I didn't see your name in the book, but oh, what a terrible thing," she exclaimed.
"Well I am surely going to break up with him," she cried.
"Good and don't worry I have already filed a divorce. That is why I had used my maiden name. Now, please do not tell Carl that I told you. He might abuse me," pleaded Lizzie.
"He abuses you," yelled Stacy!
"Yes," lied Lizzie.
"What an imposter, please this session is free and I'm very sorry for your husband. I'll just make up something and make sure that he gets the idea that I don't want to have anymore to do with him," Stacy screeched.
"Thank you," cried Lizzie as she gave the woman a handshake.
"Goodbye, my dear and may the stars lead you to wherever you want to go," she shouted as Lizzie exited the door.
Lizzie gave out a long sigh and headed towards her car and muttered, "One more to go."
Author's Note: Okay I have written five pages and it's 1 AM in the morning and I will have to do Kate tomorrow. But I promise the chapter will be long. I am just way too tired to write anymore. Please review and let me know how I am doing. No flames, actually I just wanted to say that for the fun of it. I haven't said it before.
