Erm, LIFE.

Like the cereal.

Or not.

I got a C in AP World History. And I B in Honors Algebra II.

And I still got on A Honor Role.

And my mom is still laughing about that.

And my life is very confusing right now.

And complicated.

But, you don't care, sooo, the story in which Izzy's life sucks.

Chapter 3

~Izzy's-Point-Of-View~

Augh. Why, why, why does he not pay attention to me? What does he despise about me? What is it?

I sigh in a melancholic way. That argument was something for another day.

Wait, that just rhymed, didn't it?

Well, anyways. Science class, as always. Formulas and Names of Ionic Compounds – that's the name of the chapter of our Chemistry book we're in.

It's easy, easy, easy. If only life was that way, right?

So, I sift through the Chemistry book to find the answers to the questions on the worksheet.

Ions formed from elements in Group 1A of the periodic table have a 1+ charge. Ions formed from elements in Group 2A of the periodic table have 2+ charge.

Rules like that.

I work really hard to answer all of the questions because I really need a nap right now. Fifth period is right after lunch. Nap Time, hello.

I do finish jotting down all of the answers with a good twenty-five minutes left in class. Halleluiah. I do get to say hello to Nap Time.

I smile enthusiastically to myself as I lay my head down on my textbook, close my eyes, and cease all of my movement.

Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. In, out. In, out. I think to myself as a distraction. I have a nice little rhythm going on, and it is slowly letting me drift to sleep.

Sleep. The place were all of my dreams come true. The place were I control almost everything I see going one, and where I have Noah. Sweet, sweet Noah.

Step, step, step. Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm. Walk, walk, walk. Left, right, left, right. I go in my dream. Noah pops out of nowhere. He smiles. I smile. We hug. I can smell him. I really can! I smell something that I just can't put my finger one. It's so nice. So very, very nice. He kisses me. That Courtney-girl watches. She gasps. I flick her off. Noah kisses me again. And again. And again, and again. Nice, nice, nice. So nice. So happy. I fell as if I've done this before. In another life. Yes, reincarnation. Yes, that's what happened. I feel nostalgic. Nostalgic about something that has only occurred in the deepest figment of my imagination. He kisses me again. Then, he stabs me in the neck with a yellow number two pencil.

I spark up. My eyes fly open. I almost literally jump out of my seat. Noah is looking – no, smirking – at me. He has his lead pencil in his hands. My neck had been punctured. He poked me in the neck. He is evil. How dare he.

Oh, I wish I could compose a sharp response to his action, but, alas, I am still foggy with sleep.

"Izzy, you've been asleep for, like, almost ever. Mr. Mack, like, gave us a important lecture on the ions and stuff, and you missed it! And, like, it's almost time to, like, go!" Sierra rambles in my ear. I groan.

Zoop, back to reality. Oope, there goes gravity.

Some Eminem would help right now. It really would. "Love the Way You Lie" would be nice. Or "Crack a Bottle". Or "I'm Not Afraid". I just need something to distract me right now.

"Erm, Sierra. Okay." I say as I rub my eyes, and yawn. Stretch, I stretch my arms. My legs, my torso. I'm stiff with slumber. My muscles twitch as I stretch.

I need that nap. Refresher for the mind, ya know?

As I pack up, I kick Noah's seat. He turns around to look at me. He looks so uncaring, it's almost insolent towards me. I fight the urge to just reach over and hurt him.

"I didn't appreciate you poking me, Noah." I tell him.

"Okay, Izzy. Sorry." he tells me. I don't believe him. Nope, not one bit. His facial expression is way too condescending for me to believe he's honestly apologizing.

I can feel myself fidgeting in my seat. I want to slap him so bad. So very bad.

But I can't.

That's the problem with reality.

And plus, if this was my dream, he wouldn't be acting so pompous towards me. He would be way more deferential and nicer towards me. Way more.

But it's not a dream.

That's the problem that keeps popping up in my life.

Reality.

I try to brush off his seemingly tactlessness. Hmm, I really felt like adding -tivityism at the end of that. Odd.

The bell rings. Oh, I never thought I would be any more happier to hear that bell.

I pack up. I'm still sleepy, and still tired, and still upset over Noah, but I pack up. On to the next class, right?

I jump up out of my seat, and bounce over to the door with Sierra. We walk to class, and I keep my mind off of my class issues.

R&R please.

I'd enjoy it.