Aww, screwy heck!

I've finally gotten to the bottom of why my chapters have been all screwy.

I've forgotten a chapter. Which so totally screwed over my flipping story.

So now you have to, no, need to, go read the new Chapter 12 because it's different now.

That is all.

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Chapter 16

~Noah's Point-Of-View~

Okay, so now that we all know about how fate determined that it was best for me to have more classes with Izzy, I am gradually accepting it. Gradually. But it's been an okay week so far. Naiomi and Izzy didn't bother me any more on the bus, and Izzy kept her distance in most of our classes. Except for in PE. Normally I would just dislike physical education class, but since Izzy is in my class, I despise it now. For example, we're teamed up for a class game of basket-ball. And in addition to the fact that sports aren't my forte, she's on my team. And I end up hit in the face by the basketball. And end up with a slight nosebleed. See why I don't like gym?

So then the coach sends me to the bathroom to get some tissue. I stay in the bathroom for about five extra minutes because I'm waiting for the game to end. After that, it's basically just free-time unless you want to do something else. It stinks in here, but it surely beats running around a court trying to shoot a basket-ball. Eventually I hear Coach blow the whistle that signals the end of the Daily Activity. I throw my bloody tissue in the garbage, and walk out to the court. Some people are organizing another game, some are going outside, and some are sitting on the ground by the goals. I walk to the other end of the court, where Cody and a few of my other friends sit at.

"Sup bro." Cody tells me.

"Hey Cody, Harold." I say.

"Hey Noah." Harold answers. I sit down between the two. Harold is reading a Pokemon Game book. Cody is gazing out in space. Most likely dreaming about Gwen. No, wait, he's over her. He's with Sierra, isn't he? Yeah, he is.

"So how was the rest of the game?" I ask.

"Okay. Nothing really. The other team won. We could have used you." Cody told me.

"Not like I was going to do anything." I said.

"True." Harold said.

"Nonetheless, you would have been one more person." said Cody.

"Nonetheless, I wouldn't have been helpful. I would have taken up space." I told them, but then I was interrupted by none other than Izzy.

"Noah! I'm so super-duper sorry about that!" she runs up to me and apologizes. I roll my eyes at her. Sure she's sorry.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks."

"Like, I didn't mean to do that. It was just that you didn't catch the ball! You're not good at sports, are you?"

"And your first clue was?"

"Harsh tone. I was just asking."

"And so was I."

"Evil." she tells me, glares, then kicks me in my shin.

"You and your immaturity." I respond, and then she skips away to one of her friends.

"Dude, she scares me." Cody said.

"Doesn't she scare everybody?" I ask.

"Well, yeah." both Harold and Cody answered.

"Exactly. She's Izzy. I think it's part of the package."

"That you're going to buy."

"Why would I buy a girl, let alone Izzy?"

"Because you dig her."

"I don't."

"Sure you don't."

"Really, I don't."

"Dude, it's time to leave denialboro." Cody told me.

"It was funnier the first time you said it." I inform him.

"I know." he sighs, and drops his head.

"Go harass your girlfriend."

"Can't. She's at the tennis court with Izzy."

"They let us play tennis?" I ask.

"Apparently." Cody replied. I thought about it. Tennis would surely beat sitting in this cold gym.

"Because sitting in this loud, cold gym is boring," I started to say.

"And since you were on the Male Tennis Team last year," Cody added.

"And since I'm okay with a sport today because it's unseasonably warm for February,"

"Off to the tennis court we go!" the both of us shouted. Cody jumped up, and pulled me up. I dusted off the seat of my pants.

"You wanna come, Harold?" Cody tries to invite him.

"No thanks. I'm trying to figure out how to catch more Pokemon on the new game. I've been stuck for a few weeks." he tells us, then buries his nose back into the glossy paperback.

"Suit yourself." I tell him. Cody shrugs his shoulders.

"Izzy, that makes the seventh ball that you hit over the fence!" I shout to her.

"Heh-heh. I know!" she shouts, then runs towards the fence.

"The reason why the fence is so high is so that the ball won't fly out of the court."

"Izzy knows that. Muwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" she says while running backwards.

I face-palm myself. She's seriously doing this. I'm getting a major migraine from her. I wasn't even this bad when I first started.

I turn towards my friend and ask, "Cody, explain to my why you thought it was a great idea for us to team up against Izzy and Sierra?" he turns towards me and dribbles the tennis ball with the racket. "Because, Mister Tennis, everybody else was already playing doubles. They were the only one's playing singles."

"This is stupid; Izzy can't hit a tennis ball right to save her life."

"Yes she can!" she yells. I didn't even notice that she was back on the court. She does a cartwheel to the net and throws the ball. And I end up hit in the forehead. Thank you, yet again, Izzy for managing to injure me twice in one class period. I didn't even see her serve it. I thought she was playing.

"Gah!" I exclaimed before dropping my tennis racket to cradle my injury.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Izzy yells as she rolls underneath the tennis net towards me. "Izzy didn't mean to hurt Noah again. I mean, like, it's just like you're a ball magnet today! Balls are just flying to your face today. Good thing one didn't hit you in the mouth. That would be really bad. Could you imagine walking around for the rest of school – well, never mind, this is the last period of the day – no, going home with balls in your mouth..."

"Augh, Izzy, just shut up!" I shout.

She looks at me like she's hurt. I see Cody laughing, along with Sierra. I don't know if they're laughing because of this, or some inside joke of theirs. You can never tell with them.

"I was just saying sorry." she pouts.

"Yeah, and then you launched into a great, big story about balls in my mouth." by now I'm rubbing my aching temples.

"Yeah, but I was saying sorry in the story."

"You annoy me." I sigh.

She shouted, "You annoy me!", and then ran off again.

Someone please explain to me why it seems like every time I talk to her, she runs off somewhere. Is it me or her? Isn't her family crazy or something? She's always talking about something stupid and crazy that she or mom or brother or uncle did. It's annoying.

"Awww, you and your girlfriend got in another argument?" Cody came over and asked. I hit him with the tennis racket.

"Ouch!" he shouted.

"Let's go back in. It's not that entertaining out here anymore."

I climb onto bus number 89 and sit down in my normal seat. It's a nice temperature on the bus. It warm enough to not use the heater and cool enough to not need to open any windows. If only every day in February was like this. But anyways, I'm bored because normally I do my homework when I'm on the bus. My bus ride is long enough to accomplish a science worksheet and if I have Business homework, then it's normally easy to finish that. It's as loud as it normally is on the bus today. Especially since it's Wednesday and nobody has any practices or clubs to go to.

"Noah! What was the lab homework today?" Izzy asks me. Why does she always insist on bothering me?

"It's page 54 and 56 evens of the workbook." I respond.

"Are we supposed to use our notes?"

"I guess."

"Bye, thanks!" she tells me, then runs back to her seat. The bus driver stops at a light and I try my best to not fly out of my seat. I notice Naiomi seat-hopping towards me. Oh, God, I think, That only means that Izzy's coming back over here.

"Hey Noah." Naiomi waves at me. I wave back, then look back at my homework, hoping that she'll go back to talking with Izzy.

"I see that you were talking with Izzy."

"About homework."

"Well, you were talking to her, right?"

"Yeah. I was. Over homework."

Then Izzy ran to us. The bus driver suddenly stopped, which made Izzy crash into Naiomi. They were both giggling as the bus driver yelled at them to sit down.

"What Izzy?"

"Look, Naiomi, look at the person in my lab book!" she shouts, then thrusts the book in her friend's face. They both look in the book (Forgive the rhyme.), giggle, and whisper to each other.

"Jesus! That does look like him." Naiomi exclaims.

"I know!" Izzy agreed.

"Like who?" I ask, then reach out for the book. Izzy snatches it away from me.

"Nobody." she tells me. I roll my eyes. Izzy Immaturity.

"Yes, it's somebody. You might laugh over something completely stupid, but Naiomi won't."

Naiomi took the book (Again, forgive me for the rhyme.) from Izzy, and made me look at the book. (Seriously, I'm not trying to rhyme. It's just happening that way.)

"I stand corrected." I state. What they're looking at is a picture of a guy that looks a whole lot like me. "And what makes a picture of a me-lookalike so funny?" I ask.

"It's just that we thought you were one of a kind." Naimoi tells me. They both get another laugh in.

"That's all Izzy wanted to show you people." Izzy said, then ran back to her seat. The bus driver stopped the bus again, and shouted. Naiomi ran back up to Izzy, and several individuals in the back of the bus shouted profanities at the two to stop acting a fool. Eventually the bus driver starts driving again. I'm just ready to get home.

Yippie, this isn't as short as I had thought it was..

Unfortunately, I've lost my touch of Noah. I'm becoming a sweet, adorable little girl who's smart, cynical mouth is slowly disappearing.

But anyways, RANT TIME!

Girr, I got my mp3 player taken away for about the fifth time in a month. It's been hard for me. I was addicted to my music.

My parents say that I might have to come up with a Plan B for extracurricular. They are deciding if they should take away Band.

But, anyways, I was extremelyhappy the other day. Why? Because Walmart was stocking the Seasonal Aisle with School Supplies. Boo. Yah. I love it when it's Back-To-School time. It means that I get a bunch of new shirts, pants, shoes, and school supplies.