Aye, a new chapter.

Be thankful.

It's because I got out of school early today.

Chapter 11

~Izzy's Point-Of-View~

Snip, snip, snip. More snip's. Some sort of multi-atom/element paper-cut-out 'project'.

Uncap the glue, then glue little flaps together, is what we're supposed to be doing. However, my glue bottle hates me and wants me to fear and suffer from it's wrath. I shake it, pound it, and even stick it with my ink-pen. No avail. Until I point it in front of me, then squeeze with all my might.

When I hear the purp sound of it finally working, I sigh a sigh of victory and relief. However, I hear someone grunt. I look up. So does the person. Oops, it's Noah. I grin a I'm-Oh-So-Very-Sorry-About-That-How-Can-I-Make-It-Up-To-You? kind of grin.

"Sorry." I tell him. "I'll get that." and I proceed to lean over our desks to wipe the Elmer's School Glue off of his face. He stops me by way of my wrist. I feel a slight twinge of electricity on contact. However, I blame it as the kind of the static variety. I don't even think that Noah noticed.

"No, Izzy, I got it." he tells me, then he starts to wipe it off my face.

"Suit yourself." I tell him. I then grin, but he sneers at me.

"So what'cha been dooin', Know-It-All?"

"I'm not responding."

"Why not?"

"Because you're Izzy."

"What would that possibly have to do with anything?"

"It just does."

He then mutters something under his breath among the lines of, "God, now I'm going to have a stupid allergic reaction to this."

"Aww, poor Noah."

He glares at me.

"Izzy, just shut up."

I raise an eyebrow.

"I don't have to do what you say."

"Izzy, please, just shut up." Jennifer tells me.

"She's not trying to be mean, it's just that we need to work." Rich comes to her aid.

Noah raises an eyebrow, smirks, then sticks out his tongue at me. That is exactly what makes me think he's bipolar. And, plus, I was going to stick out my tongue at him. Cheater.

I slowly shuffle my way towards the cafeteria. I increase in speed as I feel the warmth radiate from it. It's only stupid building 'D' that remains a frigid, polar iceberg.

Gir...I have another class in there today.

I walk into the fourth, and last, line and stand in front of the food. Long awaited warmth. Sierra skittles towards me once she sees me, at the same time a group of populars cuts me by about three people.

"Hey Iz."

"Yellows." I respond with a delicate flourish of my left hand.

"Cold, huh?"

"Yepperz."

"Where's Alexander and Naiomi?"

"IDK, but they'll be here soon."

The line inched forward. I'm finally warm, and my goosebumps disappear.

I pick the peperoni pizza, salad, and peaches. Sierra chooses just that, but with the addition of some Cool Ranch Doritos. We both walk to our table. Sure enough, Naiomi and Alexander are awaiting our arrival.

"Suppers!" I tell them as I slide into my seat in front of Alex.

"Dinners!" Naiomi responds.

"Lunches!" Sierra shouts.

"Breakfasts and Brunches!" the three of us shout together.

"Shut up!" Alexander yelled at us. Naiomi, Sierra and I giggled before eating.

"Dance. There's a dance. Friday. Friday, Friday, Friday." Naiomi tells us.

"Who's going?"

"I'm going with my Codykins." Sierra told us.

The rest of us tried not to start puking. Thankfully, we all smiled for her.

"I don't even think I'm going." Naiomi said.

"Thank you. Izzy – I mean by I – don't feel like even going through all of that...that stupidity. That's what prom is about. No use for two stupid school events." I started ranting.

"Izzy, we all know you're just saying that because you don't get to go with Noah." Alex told me.

I froze in mid-drink of strawberry milk, and started laughing. My friends moved their trays into the air; away from my stream of strawberry flavored spittle.

"Eww, Izzy, that was just gross." I was informed.

"Eah, you all shall overcome it. I'll get some napkins to clean up my mess."

And then I proceeded to jump up from my table to the plasticware cart.

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me." I said to several individuals who were in my way. I then proceeded to wait in the cutlery line. I tapped, tapped, tapped my foot.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tappity-tap-tap.

Yeah, I'm awesome, I know that. So, anyways, I skip back to my table with plenty of napkins in hand.

"Finally." Alex tells me as I wipe up my mess.

"Eah, quit your complaining. Nobody wants to hear it." I tell him, sing-song.

He glares. Sierra and Naiomi giggle.

"Thank you, thank you." I then bow for my 'audience'.

The fourth lunch ending bell rings. We all pick up our emptied trays to throw in the trash. We walk out of the cafeteria, into the cold outdoors because, well, it's just easier to get to class that way.

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