Okay, well, as I write this in History class...(and the bus, and in math class...over a period of one school week...)

So, I think I'm going to put this story in four parts – four chapters each.

So that means we're in the beginning of the second part.
And each chapter is going to be dated farther apart per chapter, although it's going to be longer each chapter...
Oh, woe art thou?

Enjoy...R&R

Chapter 5

~Izzy's Point-Of-View~

Hmmph, I hate my meds. No, I just straight up hate them. All vividness is extracted from life! Nothing to live for. Nothing exciting.

But, I have to take them. Now I have to. Thanks to that whole bug incident last week.

Hate it, hate it, hate it.

Just like this science class...

I got a B- in this class. Totally sucks.

Oh, wait, did I tell you that the grading period ended last week? No? Well, now you know.

So, as we all know, I'm in science class. Stupid, stupid, stupid science. Well, the subject isn't stupid – I enjoy it a lot – however, the person that sits in front of me makes it annoying. But, today, I don't fidget. I don't have impulses. It's like I have...nothing. Just plainly nothing.

So, I'm doing the bell work in class. I go get the textbook out of my bookbag, then flip to page 233 to begin working. However, I am interrupted.

"How are you feeling, Izzy?" Noah asks me.

I pick up on the satirical undertone.

"Just peachy, Noah." I say, returning the tone. He scoffs.

"No more crazy outbursts." he asks, uninterested.

Why would you ask a question if you really don't want the answer? That's my question.

"No more crazy outburst." I assure him.

Serria giggles.

I know she's my friend, but can she just stay out of this? This is my issue. Not hers. Her and being benevolent...

"Lol," Serria then begins to talk. "yeah, she's finally taking her meds."

I reach out and grab her arm with my nails. She yelps.

"Hey, you have claws you know!" she exclaims.

"Well, never speak of that again." I whisper to her.

She snatches her arm away from me.

"Geeze, Izzy, take a total chill pill!" she tells me.

We stare at each other with an annoyed countenance on our faces.

Seconds later, we laugh at our situation.

Noah, and his friend Cody, roll his eyes at us.

Too bad they'll never understand our friendship.

I don't know if today was worst than yesterday.

Well, it probably was...yep, it was.

What to know why?

Because she came into the classroom today. Why, exactly is that an issue, you might ask. Simple. She is evil. She is a total slut. She is the ire of my troubles with Noah (for the most part...). She is Courtney Millard, and she's trying to my Noah.

And because of that – wait, did just call him "my" Noah?

Dear God, I've slipped up, haven't I?

I'll have to work on that...

But, this is what happened:

We were writing notes from the PowerPoint on chemical reactions, when Courtney knocked on the classroom door.

Someone jumped up to open the door to let her in.

"Hello and good morning, this is your class vice-president, Courtney Millard!" she said in a high, pert, and perky voice.

"Good morning, Courtney!" the class replied. Well, except for me. I just glared at her.

She then preceded to tell us about the S.G. news.

I quickly glanced at Noah, just to see how she was reacting with him.

Much to my dismay – wait, dismay? I don't like like him, do I? I mean, I thought – I thought he was only cute. I shouldn't be getting jealous of Courtney because she captivated Noah's attention!

And plus, she's speaking at the front of the room. Of course Noah should be looking at her, right? Right? I don't even like Noah like that!

My head.

My head hurts. I'm thinking irrational again. Not again. Oh, no, not again. I can't keep on having moments like this.

Everyone in the class should be paying attention to her. But, then again, Noah generally doesn't pay too much attention to the speakers. And even when he does, he's not gawking at them.

But, I'm over exaggerating again.

Let me approach this with logic and incisiveness.

He finds her (or, hopefully, what she has to say) interesting. Way too interesting. But, he is part of student government.

I think I hate that chick now.

Yeah, I hate her.

I can only imagine what's going to happen next.

Oh misery...

Misery, misery, misery.

Almost like Maroon 5.

Right?

Yeah, I know, S-T-U-P-I-D.

Forgive me.

I want a smoothie.

Oh, wowzerz, I can't believe I actually made this.

*Blech*

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