Okay, well, I'm one some sort of roll...

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So, let's get it started!

Chapter 4

~Noah's Point-Of-View~

She's just plain out annoying. Irritating, infuriating, exasperating, aggravating. However you look at it, that's how she is.

Why is she so annoying? Why can't she just be normal?

Why, the basis of reasoning and philosophy. Why, the basis of my questions about her.

She keeps on kicking my seat as I try to do my work. Payback; perhaps, for what I did to her yesterday?

Yes, that definitely seems like something she would do.

I try to ignore her constant seat-kicking. No suck luck; she kicks it harder every time.

"Please, stop kicking my seat, Izzy." I turn around and tell her. She's not looking at me. In fact, she looks rather innocent; she is staring at her book with a pencil in hand. She's playing with me.

"Izzy." I call her name again. She finally looks up.

"Yes, Noah?" she asks.

"Can you please stop kicking my seat?"

"I didn't kick your seat." she bluntly tells me.

"You sit directly behind me." I protest.

"Yes, but I'm not kicking your seat. There are several people other people that could have kicked your seat."

"But, you are directly – "

"Sierra could have kicked your seat." she cuts me off, then glances at her friend. Sierra looks up.

"I did what?" she questioned us.

"Nothing." I tell her.

"Sierra, did you kick Noah's seat?" Izzy asked. Sierra looked at her friend quizzically.

"Izzy, you should know better than to ask that! Why would I kick Noah's seat, when I could kick Cody's seat." she said Cody's with a dream-like tone.

Izzy giggled.

"You're right." she tells her. Sierra giggled, and then kicked Cody's seat. Cody looked at her exasperatedly, then looked at me. I shrugged at him.

I then thought about what Izzy said, and it didn't help her prove anything she had just said.

"Well, Izzy, you just proved my point." I told her.

"Shut up." she tells me in response.

I raise my eyebrow, ignore the comment, and turn around to continue working.

She doesn't kick my seat for the rest of the class period; which for I am glad. However, when it was time to do group work, we were bickering for a great deal of the time...

"Cody, what's the answer to number four?" I asked him.

Izzy snickered at me.

"Number four? That's just about the easiest one on the worksheet."

"I wasn't talking to you." I respond.

"Okay, so, Izzy doesn't care."

"Izzy," her friend then interjected, "please don't talk about yourself in third person; it makes you sound crazy."

"I thought she was crazy." I tell Cody loud enough so that Izzy would hear me. Cody and I laughed, Izzy glared at me, and Sierra just looked at her friend with sympathy.

"Izzy – I mean me – I mean I – didn't appreciate that insult."

"Who said it was an insult?" Cody asked her.

"It was the way that Noah said it."

"It was funny." I told her.

"Ha, ha." she laughs sarcastically. "It wasn't to me."

"It was funny, Izzy. Lighten up." her friend told her.

"I don't need to lighten up, what need to happen is that Noah needs to stop –" Izzy stopped talking, and vociferated. "Oh, my freaking God! Look at that!" she yelled out. She pointed to a gigantic flying mosquito. And when I say gigantic I mean gigantic.

Izzy jumped out of her seat, and ran towards the nearest corner.

"Please don't eat me! Please don't eat me!" she screamed at it. I just stared at it; too afraid to move.

However, anybody that wasn't frightened by the giant insect, was frightened by Izzy. Soon I snapped out of my paralysis. Thankfully, the creature flew away from our area.

Sierra went over to her friend and dragged her back to her seat.

"Izzy, it's not going to kill you." she told her.

"Yes, yes it will!" she screamed out raucously at the top of her lungs.

"What's your problem?" I asked her.

"Run, everybody run!" Izzy yelled again, much to the class' dismay.

The teacher came and took Izzy to her desk. Soon she took her to either the nurse's office or the main office. Then someone found a fly swatter, and began to wave it at the enormous pest.

Soon, it was finally serene in the class room.

"What the heck just happened?" Cody asked.

"The insect or Izzy?" I ask.

"Both." Cody responds.

"We have no clue for the bug." I tell him.

"And for Izzy, we think she forgot her medicine," Sierra told us, "and she's extremely afraid of most insects."

"Why?" I asked.

"Childhood, I suppose."

I laugh. If it wasn't for the fact that she just had a major crazy moment, that was quite a facetious moment.

I still 'why' about her. She baffles me. Just plain out perplexes me...

Eah, so I had to add something random so we would remember that it's still Izzy we're talking about.

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I had my own little bug incident on Saturday.

I was cleaning out the kitchen cabinet, and maggots galore were found.

I was above and beyond scared.

R&R, please, it'll make me exceptionally ecstatic.