Lizzie's/Wanda Kid one shots

Robbies kids

Lizzie POV
"Cherilyn please she's done nothing to you. Why can't you be like a Camille?" I hear Robbie say to his daughter "let me think umm because Camille is 6 and she doesn't care as long as she's having fun." Cherilyn answered and ran up stairs to her room. "Hey are you ok?" I asked Robbie "yes I'm fine darling" he said.

After 30 minutes she came back
"I'm walking to school today" Cherilyn yelled "Cher please don't let your school call me because of the shit you pulled" Robbie told her

Cherilyn's POV

After walking to school I go to my locker to wait for my friends
The speaker: Will Cherilyn, Page, Gayle, Kiera, and Dahlia please come the the principal's Office.

I walk to her office and see my girls

Cherilyn:What are we doing here so early? School hasn't even started yet

Principal Francisco: Your here earlier than usual so you won't skip

Kiera: Whatever

Page: its not like we were planning on skipping today

Gayle and Dahlia : exactly

Principal Francisco: That's not the point

Kiera: what's your point

Principal Francisco: my point is... I think I'm about to cry tears of happiness...your expelled. I'm expelling you all.

Girls: That's bullshit

Kiera: You can't do that!

Principal Francisco: oh girls I just did.

Dahlia: so your expelling is for ditching class once

Principle Francisco: Once everyday ladies, oh don't forget spray painting the gym and halls with swear words, having illegal substances, damaging school property and having dangerous weapons on school grounds.

Cherilyn and Kiera: what can we say we are artists

Principle Francisco:then you broke all the fountains

Gayle: your welcome

Principle Francisco: you also hit a teacher

Cherilyn: she disrespected Page and Kiera music

Page: true she said 'turn off that Mexican music

Kiera: like first of all it's called Reggaeton or Latin pop

Dahlia: more than one country speaks Spanish

Gayle: the audacity she had to say that to them like damn who does she think she is Mother Teresa?

Principle Francisco: we are sick of cops here almost every 2 days

Kiera: then don't call them

Principle Francisco: speaking of the cops they will escort you. Officers, please come take these girls off at school grounds.

Cherilyn: Let's just go I'll see you girls tonight at our clubhouse

We say our good byes and I walk back home

As I walk in I go to the living room to get my book I left on the table last night. I over hear Lizzie talking to her sisters I think, never met them cause I never go to any of Lizzie's family events. I stand behind the wall to hear what they are saying as I heard my name.

Lizzie's POV
" I don't know why Cherilyn hates me. Camille loves me but Cherilyn hates me." I tell MK and Ashley. "Lizzie she's a teenager. What do you expect. She probably hate the world it self." MK said. Maybe she's right. I didn't get a chance to think because I heard something hit the floor

Cherilyn's POV

~As I stood there listening to Lizzie's words, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Hearing her talk about me like that made me realize the impact of my actions. I had always brushed off her attempts to connect, preferring to distance myself from her and focus on my own troubles. But now, as I reflected on the chaos I had caused at school and the pain I had inflicted on others, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe Lizzie was right. Maybe I was just a troubled teenager, lashing out at the world around me because I didn't know how else to cope. With a heavy heart, I made a decision then and there. I may not be able to undo the damage I had done, but I could try to make amends. I could start by reaching out to Lizzie, by showing her that I wasn't the person she thought I was. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out from behind the wall and approached Lizzie and her sisters. "Lizzie," I said softly, "I'm sorry. I know I've been a jerk, but I want to make things right. Can we start over?" Lizzie looked at me, surprise and uncertainty flickering in her eyes. But then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Sure," she said, "let's start over." And in that moment, as we shared a tentative smile, I knew that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for redemption after all.~

As my eyes slowly opened, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, the stark white walls of the room surrounding me. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together what had happened. The events of the past few moments felt like fragments of a dream slipping through my fingers.

My heart raced as I struggled to recall the chaos of being expelled from school, the tense confrontation with the principal, and the unexpected encounter with Lizzie and her sisters. But try as I might, the memories remained hazy, like distant echoes in my mind.

A nurse entered the room, her kind eyes filled with concern as she approached my bedside. "You gave us quite a scare there," she said gently, checking the monitors beside me. "How are you feeling?"

I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and scratchy, my mind still foggy from the remnants of the dream. I shook my head, hoping to clear away the confusion clouding my thoughts. The nurse nodded understandingly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's okay," she reassured. "You're safe now. Just try to rest and let your body recover." Closing my eyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important I was missing, something buried deep within the recesses of my mind. But for now, all I could do was surrender to the gentle embrace of sleep, hoping that when I woke again, the pieces of the puzzle would finally fall into place.

*Falls into a coma*

Lizzie's POV

As Cherilyn lay in the hospital bed, her face still and peaceful in sleep, I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry gnawing at my heart. Seeing her unconscious, surrounded by beeping monitors and sterile hospital walls, reminded me of just how fragile life could be. I sat by her bedside, my fingers intertwined with hers, silently praying for her to wake up soon. Despite everything that had happened between us, she was still a part of my family, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. Memories of our turbulent interactions flashed through my mind—the arguments, the misunderstandings, the hurtful words exchanged in moments of anger. But beneath it all, I knew there was a glimmer of goodness in Cherilyn, a spark waiting to be ignited.

As I watched her sleeping form, a part of me wished I could go back and change the way things had unfolded between us. Maybe if I had reached out more, tried to understand her better, things wouldn't have spiraled out of control like they did. But dwelling on the past wouldn't help Cherilyn now. All I could do was be there for her in this moment, offering whatever support and comfort I could muster.

As the hours passed, I remained by Cherilyn's side, my thoughts consumed by hope and uncertainty. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I vowed to do everything in my power to help Cherilyn find her way back to us—to her family, her friends, and the life she deserved. Hopefully she wakes up from this coma and maybe we can work on our relationship to being more like friends instead of fighting.