Gossip

Lizzie woke up to a buzzing outside her window. Dazed she got up and put a robe over her boyshorts and tank top, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Opening the shutters to her window she yawned and looked out to see half of the Hillridge media looking at her. "What the hell?" She thought as a thousand cameras began clicking at her.

"Stop!" She cried and ran downstairs to find her mom, dad, and Matt fixated over the newspaper. Matt looked up first at his now clearly awake sister.

"Lizzie!" He cried and grabbed the newspaper and hit it out of site.

"What does it say Matt?" She asked choking. Her mother and father looked downwith a look of disgust and horror on their faces. Matt looked down. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she began to shake. She didn't even know what it said yet it was already affecting her.

Matt saw the pain in her eyes and expression, the way her body was shaking and her tears. He hated tears especially when they came from his older sister. Reluctantly he pulled the newspaper out of his pocket and handed it to her sadly. He knew what it said wasn't true, but for some reason his parents did and that sickened him.

With shaking hands LIzzie opened the folded paper and stared in complete terror at the front page. It was her, but not just her, it was her...in the back of Gordo's truck when he...when he'd raped her. How had they gotten this picture, if someone had taken it why hadn't they helped her? Next to it was her school picture. Below the pictures was a caption saying Lizzie McGuire:Town Angel or Town Slut?

She knew why they had printed this. She was an Honor Roll studen, she'd been to the President's banquet three times at the White House, flown first class, and once in Hillridge, and she was soon to be the intern to the Senator of California. As bizarre and untrue as it seemed it was true, she'd been in the paper many times and for the editor this was just something else to publicize. She read the article quickly yet thourougly. It had pictures of her naked in her bathroom and shower and her bedroom.All of her parts were of course bleeped out and the backgroudn which was her house was different, it was of somewhere else, like a club or something. In short it was accusing of good girl Lizzie McGuire of being a porn star.

Lizzie began hyperventilating and dropped the paper. Her parents didn't move. Matt lept into action and grabbed her a paper bag from the counter. After breathing in and out for a few moment Lizzie calmed down a bit although the tears never ceased. Matt hugged his 18 year old sister as she sobbed, she had every reason to. Her life was being ruined, he just didn't know why.

When her crying had subsided to mere hiccups he let her go and walked to his zombified parents who in the hour and a half that their daughter had been crying on their 15 year old's shoulders had not even acknowledged her entrance to the room.

"Mom, Dad, snap out of it!" He yelled. His mother shrieked and his father jumped out of his chair. "What is your guys's problem?" He asked. "Your daughter has been crying for an hour and a half and you haven't done a thing about it." He paused. "You don't actually think tha t stuff is true about Lizzie do you?" Matt cried, his mouth agape.

"We don't have a daughter," Jo McGuire replied quietly. "And if we did she certainly wouldn't be a porn star." She finished flatly.

"LIzzie who?" Sam McGure stated. The dazed parents left the roomna nd walked up the stairs. Lizzie just stared after them in utter disbelief as did her brother. Her trembling returned but the sobs did not. She was to stunned. Lizzie looked down at the offending article, searching for the name of the person who obviously hated her somuch. Scanning it her eyes rested on the author.

Miranda Sanchez

LIzzie's eyes and her mouth were left gaping. "She lied..." She whispered before fainting onto the kitchen tile.