Short Izzyx? story. With a maximum of three parts... I don't want to give to much away since it's for a Crack Couple Comic I'm working on, called Total Drama Marmite. ^.^

Part 1
Gym had finished and Izzy was the only one left in the girl's changing rooms, since she had tried climbing the (American)football posts again and was punished with four laps around the 400m sprint. Eva had offered to stay and wait for her but Izzy refused, telling her there was no need. Eva accepted the fact and went on... she had a training session scheduled with the big oaf anyway.
Izzy had stripped down and out of her gym clothes and was standing in nothing but her bra and undies, brushing her hair in the mirror trying hard to put her ginger locks into a ponytail at the back of her head, for some reason the plan was failing.
She gave up on the hair and plonked down on the wooden bench in the centre of the blue and white, Canadian Moose, coloured lockers, and began to pull on her knee length rainbow socks. She slowly brought the rim of the sock to the edged of her knee and started with the other, gradually, loving the feel of the soft cotton against her skin, bringing back so many joyful memories, flooding into her crazy girl mind.
She smiled.
Happy.
Truly happy.
But that happiness soon faded, she hadn't achieved in pulling the sock any further passed her heel.
The colours began to merge and twirl in a series of random and frightening patterns, for a second even her own hand was a rainbow.
She shook it off.
It was nothing.
All that running had just made her tired and un-easy... that's all.
Socks were now deemed as a matter to get back to later, besides they weren't that important... not everyone wears socks... and no-one would even think to care if she wasn't... she was crazy... after all.
Not even the one guy who actually considered her to be more than a little bit sane... would think of caring now... not after what happened... not after what he did!
He was not to be forgiven.
Never!
Izzy gritted her teeth just at the thought of his stupid emotionless face when she had confronted him in the middle of the school yard and beat the living shit out of him, in front of everyone, for not even apologising, not even fighting back... just taking it... hit after hit... punch after punch... tears after tears.
She shot up from her seat and grabbed the kaki pleated skirt from the cream tiled floor and yanked it up over her peach coloured body, perhaps maybe a bit too quickly as her vision began to blur and the blood rushed straight to her head.
Not even having a chance to zip up the side fly, she collapsed backwards into a row of conveniently placed lockers, whacking her head on the lock, causing an even bigger migraine to develop in the back of her mind.
Her breathing became heavy and dry, and her heart was literally pounding out of her chest, attempting to escape from her imprisoning body. Her legs shook violently as she collapsed forward onto the floor, just managing to support herself with her arms.
Wheezing, she coughed on her own breath.
"Not again".

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