DigiChat
Disclaimer: My name is Bob. Bob has a cow. My name is Bob, Bob has a cow. I have a friend. His name is Joe. Bob has a friend his name is Joe. Joe has a friend. His name is Tim. Joe has a friend his name is Tim. Tim has a friend named Joe, who has a friend named Bob who has a cow. The cow goes moo. I am Bob. And I don't own Lizzie McGuire. Although Tim has a friend who own Lizzie McGuire!
I'm lying about all of the above. I don' know anyone named Tim, Joe, or Bob. And sadly I don't have a cow. And I happen to be a girl.
kmacheerchic13 AND surrealallstar- yeah, they'll be on DigiChat more often now.
Karen- Newsflash- I never said having a baby at 14 was cool!
Liz/Karen- If you want a realistic story, read someone else's, because I don't wanna change how it's written. Not trying to be rude, but it'd pretty boring if I tried to make it completely realistic.
Kristen: I'll try to work you into the story soon! Thanks for the cookie offer!
For everyone who thinks the pregnancy doesn't seem quite right, I wouldn't know, seeing as how I've never been pregnant. I'm mostly reading stuff off the net.
EVERYONE WHO LIKES THE STORY: thanks! : )
I think I'm gonna change the story description, or maybe I'll just say it here. I need too explain what the description means, because a lot of people seem to be confused. Okay, this is what the story is about: Everything that happens in school, happens in school. People are mean to each other, don't get along, whatever. But on DigiChat, they don't know it's the people who go to their school they're talking to, so they have no reason to hate them. This results in people seeing people for who they really are, outside the social status of school. The DigiChat isn't in every chapter because THAT'S NOT WHAT THE STORY IS ALL ABOUT! It's named DigiChat because DigiChat is going to have a lot to do with the story, especially an up coming event in about 8 chapters from now.
On with the story, eh? Oh yeah, and it's about mid-December, the 18th in the story now. The story started out at the beginning of November, now it's about mid-December. Oh yeah, and I know they were having the Winter dance in November; it's just that that's what my school does.
Wow, the 14th chapter in 9 days! I have no life, huh?
***
Lizzie, Britt, and Miranda were in the kitchen at Britt's house before they had to go to school. Lizzie and Miranda were sitting at the kitchen table, Lizzie reading a Seventeen magazine, and Miranda reading a YM. Britt was wearing a white apron, and big, yellow, rubber gloves. She had a sponge in her hands, and she was scrubbing the inside of the refrigerator with all her might.
"Don't tell me you can't smell it!" She said in frustration.
"Smell what, Britt?" Miranda said, not looking up from her magazine.
"That rotten smell! I can't seem to find where it's coming from."
"All I can smell is Clorox, and the smell is making me sort of dizzy, Britt." Lizzie said, holding her nose. "I always get sort of dizzy around chemicals."
Recently, all of Britt's senses had become stronger. Dr. Johansen said it was the pregnancy. Britt hated it, because she could never find where the smell was coming from.
"So Britt," Miranda said, putting her magazine down. "Has your mom calmed down about the baby yet?"
When Britt's mom found out about the baby, she went crazy. She yelled and screamed at Britt for two hours straight.
"Well, she's not throwing things anymore," Britt said. "She stopped that when she threw Grandma's antique vase against the wall before she realized what she was doing."
"Is she still talking about adoption?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah, she swears I'm gonna give the baby up for adoption." Britt said, while stuffing some of the cookies that were on the table in her mouth. "But I'm not going to. I know, I'm really young, what about going to college, how am I going to go to prom when I have a baby to watch, I have my whole life ahead of me. But it's my baby, and I'm not gonna carry it around for nine months, throw up, and go through the pain of delivery just to hand my baby over to someone else."
"Wow Britt," Lizzie said, amazed. "You have a point there. But I am so glad that I'm not pregnant. I don't think I could keep it."
"Britt, no offense or anything," Miranda said as she watched Britt gobble down the last of the cookies. "But it looks more like you're eating for three rather than just two!"
"Yeah, well, Dr. Johansen said it's perfectly normal to be eating so much. The baby's hungry!" she said as she went to the fridge to get some more food.
"And lately, so are we Britt! You always eat our food for us!" Lizzie said, laughing.
***
Samantha Tillies was at the grocery store at 7:30 in the morning, walking down aisle 5. She had on a scarf and sunglasses, which she wore everywhere lately, or else people would recognize her. They weren't even polite about it. They just pointed and talked out loud, not bothering to whisper. The Town Clean Up Committee she was trying to join had rejected her. Her neighbors wouldn't talk to her anymore. And Bob. Samantha and Bob had gone out once since what had came to be known as the 'teacher scandal' had been discovered.
~~FLASHBACK~~
"Bob," Samantha said. "No one will look me in the face anymore. Jake has already told me I need to have all of my stuff out of the house in exactly one week. Wherever I go, people know who I am, and even the small children made rude remarks to me. You're the only person I have, Bob."
"Samantha," he said. "The day you leave, come to my house. I'll be waiting there for you. We'll go live in summer house in Arizona."
"But it's only a summer house, right?" she asked, confused.
"I only used it for the summer." He explained. "When my parents died, they left it to me. I only use it in the summer though."
~~END FLASHBACK~~
That had been exactly one week ago. She already had her suitcases packed away in the Honda, the car her husband had let her keep. He said there was no way she could have the Lexus, since it was a present from his side of the family on their wedding day. She was shopping for last minute groceries she'd need for the car ride to Arizona. She reached up to the top shelf, pulled down a box of Wheaties, and headed for the checkout lane.
***
Samantha went up to his house, and rang the doorbell.
A very pregnant looking woman answered the door, all color drained from his face.
"Is Bob home?" Samantha asked.
"He's gone." The woman answered. "Gone."
"Okay!" Coach Smithies voice boomed throughout the gym, causing everyone to quiet down. "Our next gym assignment will be. BASKETBALL!"
"Oh great. " Lizzie muttered to Miranda. "Now everyday I have to worry about avoiding flying objects in gym!"
"Since we never quite finished the waltzing unit," Coach Smithies continued. "Your temporary basketball partner will be whoever you waltzing partner was. But just for today. Tomorrow I'll get you new partners. But today, my alarm went off late, I was all out of coffee, and I had no clean clothes left"
"Okay, talk about too much information!" Miranda said as she went off to get Ethan.
Lizzie walked over to Clift, since he obviously wasn't making any moves to come get her.
"Clift." She said, her voice flat. She passed him the ball, and it hit him in the chest pretty hard. He passed it back.
"Wassup Lizzie?" he said. "Long time no see. Where have you been?"
"Around." She wasn't going to fall for his nice act. Something was going on, he was acting too sweet.
"Well, Friday is the last day before Christmas break." He said, smiling. "What are you going to be doing?"
"Opening present, caroling, and riding around in my reindeer drawn sleigh, you know, that sort of thing." She said sarcastically.
"Oh yes. Now I remember from when we were going out, you always did have a good sense of humor."
"Yea, that's nice Clift." She said as she passed the ball back to him.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing for Christmas?"
"No, not really." She said.
"I'll tell you anyways." He said, flashing he a fake smile. "I'm going skiing with Hilary Kidd. You know, since we're going out know and all."
Lizzie couldn't stand it any longer. She had been trying to keep her anger in, but now it boiled over. Not because she was jealous that Clift was going out with Hilary, because they were sure to break up in a few weeks. But because Clift was going out with Gordo's ex, and he knew somehow that would make her mad.
She took the basketball, and threw it with all her might, right at Clift's face.
***
"Okay, Lizzie." Britt said as she took a bite of her Salisbury steak at lunch. "Tell me one more time what happened after you hit him in the face."
"Well, of course everyone looked over," Lizzie said. "And all the girls who are madly in love with him came rushing over, making sure their precious Clift was alright. He said I threw it at him in purpose, but of course Coach Smithies didn't believe me. She knew that the gym teacher at Hillridge Middle had elected me Miss Lazy America at the end-of-the-year ceremony last year. She assumed I had threw it accidentally, which I agreed with."
"And she didn't get an any trouble at all!" Miranda added.
"Nope!" Lizzie said happily. "But I think Clift's fanclub has formed a We Hate Lizzie McGuire club. They kept giving me evil looks all through the rest of gym."
"Oh well," Gordo said. "We'll counteract them with the We Love Lizzie McGuire Club." He hadn't meant for it to come out that way.
Miranda looked at Gordo, and then at Lizzie. They were both blushing. Miranda decided to save them both.
"So," she said. "Wanna have a party this weekend?"
***
: )
And nobody review saying the Miss Lazy America thing is unrealistic. In elementary school, my gym teacher announced I was Miss Lazy America 3 years In a row. I'm so proud of myself!
Will Clift get his revenge? Or will the We Hate Lizzie McGuire club do it for him? Where is Bob? Who is the pregnant woman? Will they have a party next weekend?
Disclaimer: My name is Bob. Bob has a cow. My name is Bob, Bob has a cow. I have a friend. His name is Joe. Bob has a friend his name is Joe. Joe has a friend. His name is Tim. Joe has a friend his name is Tim. Tim has a friend named Joe, who has a friend named Bob who has a cow. The cow goes moo. I am Bob. And I don't own Lizzie McGuire. Although Tim has a friend who own Lizzie McGuire!
I'm lying about all of the above. I don' know anyone named Tim, Joe, or Bob. And sadly I don't have a cow. And I happen to be a girl.
kmacheerchic13 AND surrealallstar- yeah, they'll be on DigiChat more often now.
Karen- Newsflash- I never said having a baby at 14 was cool!
Liz/Karen- If you want a realistic story, read someone else's, because I don't wanna change how it's written. Not trying to be rude, but it'd pretty boring if I tried to make it completely realistic.
Kristen: I'll try to work you into the story soon! Thanks for the cookie offer!
For everyone who thinks the pregnancy doesn't seem quite right, I wouldn't know, seeing as how I've never been pregnant. I'm mostly reading stuff off the net.
EVERYONE WHO LIKES THE STORY: thanks! : )
I think I'm gonna change the story description, or maybe I'll just say it here. I need too explain what the description means, because a lot of people seem to be confused. Okay, this is what the story is about: Everything that happens in school, happens in school. People are mean to each other, don't get along, whatever. But on DigiChat, they don't know it's the people who go to their school they're talking to, so they have no reason to hate them. This results in people seeing people for who they really are, outside the social status of school. The DigiChat isn't in every chapter because THAT'S NOT WHAT THE STORY IS ALL ABOUT! It's named DigiChat because DigiChat is going to have a lot to do with the story, especially an up coming event in about 8 chapters from now.
On with the story, eh? Oh yeah, and it's about mid-December, the 18th in the story now. The story started out at the beginning of November, now it's about mid-December. Oh yeah, and I know they were having the Winter dance in November; it's just that that's what my school does.
Wow, the 14th chapter in 9 days! I have no life, huh?
***
Lizzie, Britt, and Miranda were in the kitchen at Britt's house before they had to go to school. Lizzie and Miranda were sitting at the kitchen table, Lizzie reading a Seventeen magazine, and Miranda reading a YM. Britt was wearing a white apron, and big, yellow, rubber gloves. She had a sponge in her hands, and she was scrubbing the inside of the refrigerator with all her might.
"Don't tell me you can't smell it!" She said in frustration.
"Smell what, Britt?" Miranda said, not looking up from her magazine.
"That rotten smell! I can't seem to find where it's coming from."
"All I can smell is Clorox, and the smell is making me sort of dizzy, Britt." Lizzie said, holding her nose. "I always get sort of dizzy around chemicals."
Recently, all of Britt's senses had become stronger. Dr. Johansen said it was the pregnancy. Britt hated it, because she could never find where the smell was coming from.
"So Britt," Miranda said, putting her magazine down. "Has your mom calmed down about the baby yet?"
When Britt's mom found out about the baby, she went crazy. She yelled and screamed at Britt for two hours straight.
"Well, she's not throwing things anymore," Britt said. "She stopped that when she threw Grandma's antique vase against the wall before she realized what she was doing."
"Is she still talking about adoption?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah, she swears I'm gonna give the baby up for adoption." Britt said, while stuffing some of the cookies that were on the table in her mouth. "But I'm not going to. I know, I'm really young, what about going to college, how am I going to go to prom when I have a baby to watch, I have my whole life ahead of me. But it's my baby, and I'm not gonna carry it around for nine months, throw up, and go through the pain of delivery just to hand my baby over to someone else."
"Wow Britt," Lizzie said, amazed. "You have a point there. But I am so glad that I'm not pregnant. I don't think I could keep it."
"Britt, no offense or anything," Miranda said as she watched Britt gobble down the last of the cookies. "But it looks more like you're eating for three rather than just two!"
"Yeah, well, Dr. Johansen said it's perfectly normal to be eating so much. The baby's hungry!" she said as she went to the fridge to get some more food.
"And lately, so are we Britt! You always eat our food for us!" Lizzie said, laughing.
***
Samantha Tillies was at the grocery store at 7:30 in the morning, walking down aisle 5. She had on a scarf and sunglasses, which she wore everywhere lately, or else people would recognize her. They weren't even polite about it. They just pointed and talked out loud, not bothering to whisper. The Town Clean Up Committee she was trying to join had rejected her. Her neighbors wouldn't talk to her anymore. And Bob. Samantha and Bob had gone out once since what had came to be known as the 'teacher scandal' had been discovered.
~~FLASHBACK~~
"Bob," Samantha said. "No one will look me in the face anymore. Jake has already told me I need to have all of my stuff out of the house in exactly one week. Wherever I go, people know who I am, and even the small children made rude remarks to me. You're the only person I have, Bob."
"Samantha," he said. "The day you leave, come to my house. I'll be waiting there for you. We'll go live in summer house in Arizona."
"But it's only a summer house, right?" she asked, confused.
"I only used it for the summer." He explained. "When my parents died, they left it to me. I only use it in the summer though."
~~END FLASHBACK~~
That had been exactly one week ago. She already had her suitcases packed away in the Honda, the car her husband had let her keep. He said there was no way she could have the Lexus, since it was a present from his side of the family on their wedding day. She was shopping for last minute groceries she'd need for the car ride to Arizona. She reached up to the top shelf, pulled down a box of Wheaties, and headed for the checkout lane.
***
Samantha went up to his house, and rang the doorbell.
A very pregnant looking woman answered the door, all color drained from his face.
"Is Bob home?" Samantha asked.
"He's gone." The woman answered. "Gone."
"Okay!" Coach Smithies voice boomed throughout the gym, causing everyone to quiet down. "Our next gym assignment will be. BASKETBALL!"
"Oh great. " Lizzie muttered to Miranda. "Now everyday I have to worry about avoiding flying objects in gym!"
"Since we never quite finished the waltzing unit," Coach Smithies continued. "Your temporary basketball partner will be whoever you waltzing partner was. But just for today. Tomorrow I'll get you new partners. But today, my alarm went off late, I was all out of coffee, and I had no clean clothes left"
"Okay, talk about too much information!" Miranda said as she went off to get Ethan.
Lizzie walked over to Clift, since he obviously wasn't making any moves to come get her.
"Clift." She said, her voice flat. She passed him the ball, and it hit him in the chest pretty hard. He passed it back.
"Wassup Lizzie?" he said. "Long time no see. Where have you been?"
"Around." She wasn't going to fall for his nice act. Something was going on, he was acting too sweet.
"Well, Friday is the last day before Christmas break." He said, smiling. "What are you going to be doing?"
"Opening present, caroling, and riding around in my reindeer drawn sleigh, you know, that sort of thing." She said sarcastically.
"Oh yes. Now I remember from when we were going out, you always did have a good sense of humor."
"Yea, that's nice Clift." She said as she passed the ball back to him.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing for Christmas?"
"No, not really." She said.
"I'll tell you anyways." He said, flashing he a fake smile. "I'm going skiing with Hilary Kidd. You know, since we're going out know and all."
Lizzie couldn't stand it any longer. She had been trying to keep her anger in, but now it boiled over. Not because she was jealous that Clift was going out with Hilary, because they were sure to break up in a few weeks. But because Clift was going out with Gordo's ex, and he knew somehow that would make her mad.
She took the basketball, and threw it with all her might, right at Clift's face.
***
"Okay, Lizzie." Britt said as she took a bite of her Salisbury steak at lunch. "Tell me one more time what happened after you hit him in the face."
"Well, of course everyone looked over," Lizzie said. "And all the girls who are madly in love with him came rushing over, making sure their precious Clift was alright. He said I threw it at him in purpose, but of course Coach Smithies didn't believe me. She knew that the gym teacher at Hillridge Middle had elected me Miss Lazy America at the end-of-the-year ceremony last year. She assumed I had threw it accidentally, which I agreed with."
"And she didn't get an any trouble at all!" Miranda added.
"Nope!" Lizzie said happily. "But I think Clift's fanclub has formed a We Hate Lizzie McGuire club. They kept giving me evil looks all through the rest of gym."
"Oh well," Gordo said. "We'll counteract them with the We Love Lizzie McGuire Club." He hadn't meant for it to come out that way.
Miranda looked at Gordo, and then at Lizzie. They were both blushing. Miranda decided to save them both.
"So," she said. "Wanna have a party this weekend?"
***
: )
And nobody review saying the Miss Lazy America thing is unrealistic. In elementary school, my gym teacher announced I was Miss Lazy America 3 years In a row. I'm so proud of myself!
Will Clift get his revenge? Or will the We Hate Lizzie McGuire club do it for him? Where is Bob? Who is the pregnant woman? Will they have a party next weekend?