Disclaimer: I don't own w.i.t.c.h. however if I had $15 million I would buy it. I do own my Oc's.

I relise that the first chapters are very very slow, but its so you can get to know the characters better.

Chapter Two

Izzy turned lazily under her warm comfy covers. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. She was going to reach for her alarm clock to see what time it was. It couldn't be that late, could it? All she had done was lie here, under her covers for a short time. It the most perfect place in the world- her room. Just five more minutes, no one would know the difference if she got up five minutes later. She was sure of that.

"Izzy get up!" Izzy's mother cried, slamming a fist on Izzy's bedroom door. Izzy woke up and opened her blue eyes. What was going on? The early morning sun had drenched Izzy's blue bedroom a soft golden colour. 'Morning already?' Izzy thought irritated as she flung her soft blue covers back off the bed, she wasn't asleep that long.

"Izzy!" Her mother yelled slamming her fists powerfully on Izzy's bedroom door. She wouldn't be surprised if she made a hole in the wall. But that's my mother for you, Izzy thought, amused. She knew her mother cared for her and loved her very much she just didn't have to be so loud and wake her up so early this morning!

All of a sudden Izzy's peace and quiet- gone! Just like that from, birds chirping and breeze through the tree's leaves to the water boiling in the kitchen, the water in the bathroom turning on, the television talking louder and louder, annoying ring tones, the furniture being moved and the fridge being opened and closed. Izzy covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut- too much too soon! No, now she couldn't sleep in. Too much noise was going on down stairs. She had to get up. I guess big family means big noise! Izzy thought irritated.

"I'm up! I'm awake!" Izzy yelled out loud so she could be heard over Fiona's hair dryer.

Fiona was Izzy's perfect older sister. She was always getting the top marks out of her whole year. She was blow drying her curly black hair straight and then tie it into a bun at the back of her head and then add a glimmering barrette. The same hairstyle everyday, bor-ing, Izzy always muttered as her sister would walk into the kitchen wearing white oxford blouses and plain black pants or skirts. Izzy rubbed her head shaking thoughts of Fiona; she moaned what a wake up call she was getting a head ache from her brother's portable radio playing pop tunes from the room next to hers.

She grabbed her orange tropical fish shaped alarm clock off the floor next to her pale blue slippers with the pink bows on them and a pretty pink pen, which she didn't know she had. Her alarm clock was never set reason being if it didn't go off she didn't have to get up! Izzy looked at the big digital green numbers through her long brown hair, which has fallen into her face and over her tired blue eyes she flicked her hair over her head and out of the way. She could clearly see the numbers on the clock. 06:36 was that actually the right time? No way, how early did she have to be for school? Izzy thought angrily, as she stomped around on the soft blue carpet, not that it was very effective, no sound was produced so the whole thing was practically pointless.

I mean, who will even be at school? She groaned as she wondered into her bathroom, she took her time in the bathroom. She eventually jumped into the shower.

A cold water shower, to be exact. That's the punishment she got for being the last one up each morning!

Plus her older sister, who spent ages in the shower each morning, always using all the hot water, so everyone after her (mainly Izzy) would have to bathe in cold water! Most people would absolutely hate it, but not Izzy. Sure, hot water showers were nicer but water is water! Suddenly Izzy heard a sound like water clogging up in the pipes, then there was strange sound it was like gears were changing, almost, which was strange- there were no gears in showers as far as Izzy knew.

Then the water steamed up creating white fog, "Ahhhhhhhh!"

Izzy was back in her room, water and frangipani scented shampoo dripping from her long straight brown hair, her originally tanned skin was a pale pink from the burning hot water.

The good news was that it would properly fade by the time she was done getting ready. She slowly pulled open her wardrobe door and dragged out a denim mini skirt, a must in Izzy's eyes. That skirt had saved Izzy a lot of fashion dramas through out the year! Now all she had to do was randomly pulled out a shirt to wear on top and voila! She closed her eyes, and reached in she felt her hand grab a coat hanger. She opened her eyes; she had pulled out her blue camisole with red lace out of all the tops and cardigans in her wardrobe. Izzy remembered that Carina, her best friend in the whole world had given her. Carina had bought it but decided she didn't look so good in it so instead of returning it gave it to Izzy! Perfect. She tied a traditional shell necklace around her neck and slipped her feet into her favorite shoes.

Why cause unnecessary stress? Izzy decided. Stress and Izzy did not mix. Like olive oil and water!

Izzy stared at her reflection in the mirror. Its frame was decorated with seashells, plastic fish, fake hibiscus flowers and starfish. Izzy would think about the beach when she looked at it.

Izzy had spent a whole year collecting all the prettiest treasures from the sea to decorate the frame she got as a bargain in a garage sale around the corner from her house. Sometimes she would spend forever looking at the patterns of the shells, but now she had to get back to reality and get to school. She brushed her hair and questioned, red ribbon or blue slides? Oh, I don't think so. Just leave it! It's decorated enough. She was referring to the blue braid that was on the right side of her head. Why she had a blue braid, she couldn't remember but she thought it was good looking. Izzy decided she looked alright for a Monday. She grabbed her book bag, from its super special secret location: behind the door, where it was easiest to ignore and deny its existence.

Time for breakfast, Izzy thought cheerfully, it's the most important meal of the day after all, she smiled, a little shocked that message from the sport and homeroom teachers had finally sunk into her brain. She walked down the stairs and past Eddy, her annoying, embarrassing younger brother. He liked playing pranks and video games the most. But he also like watching cartoons which he was doing now, watching the crazy morning cartoons while making a mess on the carpet with the cereal he was eating creating colourful sugar stains onto the plain carpet. Boy, would mum be mad when she finds out later on.

Izzy shook her head as she went into the noisy fragrant kitchen. It smelt like coffee and toast, Izzy took a sniff. Mmm, now Izzy was hungry.

"Morning Dad!" Izzy said. Her Dad's brown eyes grew large.

"Izzy what are you doing up so early? Did you forget you have school today?" He joked, pretending to spit out his coffee like they do on the cartoons. Izzy grinned, and that's my father for you she thought, a complete joker who loved getting a good laugh out of life.

"I had mum wake me up! I guess I got fed up with canceling all my fun plans with friends to sit in boring detention from being late all the time," Izzy moaned, as she sat on the chair with a 'thunk,' she put her bag on the floor. Her dad shrugged and her mum grinned and placed a box of healthy muesli and delicious chopped fruit on the table, why was this so hard to believe?

Izzy wandered into Echo High School, her school. She couldn't help but notice the scenery. Not too many people around. Just her photography teacher Mr. Jones with a navy mug of steamy hot coffee, that teacher was famous for having his coffee mug in his hand all day! Izzy shook her head as she wandered around some more, some of the schools most athletic students were doing laps on the oval, while others were doing leg stretches on the side of the track. Echo High had some of the best athletes out of all Lommer City and they had three trophy cabinets to prove it too, and they were full of trophies and medals!

Not only was Echo High known for athletics prowess but their impressive school paper which was released each fortnight, which reminded Izzy, go get the newest edition of the paper tomorrow afternoon, which was when it would be released. It was always fun reading articles written by peers on things that really matter, like about the importance of longer breaks between classes and the advice column. All the really important stuff that really mattered to today's modern teenager.

'So this is what the school looks like so early in the morning,' Izzy chuckled to herself, taking in all the pre-school hours sights. Firstly you could actually see the ground. And it was so much quieter! You could hear the birds chirping and the traffic from the street too.

Izzy pulled out a bottle of water, as took a sip. Sometimes Hannah would joke that Izzy had drunk at least an ocean in her time. She was properly right, but Izzy could help herself, she just loved the wet stuff! As she walked around she noticed a group of girls from the year below, sitting in circle and cutting and gluing colourful pieces of cardboard together. Izzy recognized what they were doing. It was an early morning cram session! How did Izzy know this? Well, it was normally the situation that she and her friends found themselves in! Between serious Tai, popular Carina, creative Hannah and herself (the care-free one, who loved nothing more than doing nothing!) there was no shortages of disasters and catastrophes, and that was just week-days! She decided not to get started on the week ends which were normally a global phenomenon.

'Like the last project we did,' Izzy thought, getting comfy on the old wooden bench, under a giant leafy tree.

'The secret world of bugs!' Izzy remembered the title, almost cringing at how poorly that went. It was for science too- my worst subject (not including all her other worst subjects). Carina hates bugs, with the exception of butterflies which she was crazy about, so there was no way was she going to study them, so she went off to a place we couldn't make her do that.

I think Hannah was doing something for the school play, or the terms musical or maybe it was the yearly art show, either way at the time so she was super busy, every second of the day.

Yeah, basically it was me and Tai but we don't always get along so well, so we had a fight about how we should do it and present it. We didn't speak for days, the next thing we knew a week had passed and we hadn't done a thing on the project and we only had an hour left! Luckily, Hannah got us together and fixed it all up.

We had to cram it into the first twenty minutes before school, to get it done that was properly the hardest project we've ever done. We got alright, well, by my standards anyway, I'm fine with the comment could do with improvement by more research and time spent on the project.

Tai was really annoyed at that and she did extra good on the next project to make up for that boo-boo. Hannah and Carina were glad that it was over and they past. I'd say we did pretty well for a twenty minute job!

Izzy had to giggle at the memory, it was so silly! Plus it was all part of school life. Fall down to get back up again. 'I just hope we can work well on the next project! What ever it will be!'