Dear Isabeau,
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Welcome back, dear readers and reviewers…and other people. How have you been? Take a seat – how about in that nice and cushy red chair over there, by the toasty fire – and let cometsgirl spin you a tale, of a sixteen year old girl, by the name of Isabeau. Of course, she liked to be called Izzy…
Chapter 4) Winter Memories
"Miss Winters… Are you sleeping?"
Izzy (our red-headed, green-eyed, vine-swinging heroine) sat up in annoyance and rubbed her eyes. She called back, "Yes, I am sleeping, Mr. Wright. That is why I am able to answer your question."
"You're starting to sound more like that cynical Noah more and more every day, Miss Winters."
"Don't remind me. And don't call me 'Miss Winters'. It makes me feel old."
"You are old, Miss Winters. You are approaching the age of seventeen in several months."
Izzy groaned and sat up from her bed. She looked around her tree house; unlike other girls, this is the place she calls home. Sure, there was a rather large house only ten feet away that Mr. Wright, her RCMP guardian, lived in, but this is the place she built by hand with her father. This is the place where her memories really came alive. In the corner were a small wireless television and a mini fridge. There was her bed, a guest bed on the opposite wall, a stand with a lamp, and a bookcase filled with books and DVDs. A small desk with blank paper and pens rested on one wall. There was also other random crap lying around, along with a bunch of clothes. Izzy smiled; this is the place she calls home. She then looked outside and groaned. It was still dark, only 1:30, according to her clock.
"But I'll be sixteen still, by the time that reunion arrives."
"Yes, about that…"
Izzy, sensing that this was semi–important, walked over towards the exit to her tree house and peered down ten feet to see her black haired, black shaded, black suited RCMP guardian standing there.
"Well?" she demanded.
"The boat that will be taking you back to the Isle of Wawanakwa for this reunion will be picking you up again in exactly two weeks."
"How'd you know all this?"
"From this letter," answered Mr. Wright.
"Toss it up."
Mr. Wright rolled his eyes, but sill gently tossed said letter (a lime green in color) up, too gently as a matter of fact; it didn't quite reach Izzy. So Izzy, performing another amazing feat of Izzy-ness, jumped out of the tree house, picked up the falling letter, grabbed a vine, swung around the tree house, leaped off the vine, did a backwards flip, and landed feet first in her tree house.
Mr. Wright (used to these sudden outbursts of impossible tricks) just muttered, "Where'd the vine come from?"
Izzy grinned down at him and read the letter.
Dear IZZY WINTERS,
We at Total Drama Agency are pleased to inform you, IZZY WINTERS, about an upcoming reunion located the Camp Wawanakwa, the site of Total Drama Island. A boat will be leaving in two weeks to take you to Camp Wawanakwa, IZZY WINTERS.
-Total Drama Agency-
Izzy winced at the obvious fill in the blank letter, but was unsurprised. She knew this was coming. She suddenly cackled. No one, except her and hopefully Ezekiel, knew this was coming. She could imagine how everyone else was reacting to this bit of interesting information.
"Okay, then Mr. Wright, but what's with the other letter in your hand?"
"Nothing escapes your notice, does it?"
"You're avoiding the question. And the answer to that question is yes. I notice everything. I noticed that your tie is the dark grey striped tie you wore on last Tuesday. I noticed that your shades have a crack in the corner that you might want to get looked at. I noticed that –"
"Izzy, calm down. This is a letter from… your fellow contestant. Ezekiel–"
"Homeschool!" Izzy exclaimed in excitement. "Give it here!"
"Uh…" Mr. Wright said in amazement, but Izzy had already jumped down and snatched the letter from his hand.
"Izzy…" Mr. Wright began, but Izzy quickly hushed him.
A bunch of random thoughts, brought on because of the letter, echoed around in Izzy's head.
'I know exactly what you mean, Homeschool.'
'You spent hours with friends? Friends? You have friends?'
'Designer shades, just to hide your face…'
'You got the letter too?'
"We what!" Izzy yelled in shock, unaware she said it out loud.
"What's wrong, Miss Winters?" Mr. Wright asked.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" sighed Izzy.
"You did," confirmed Mr. Wright.
"Homeschool…Ezekiel…and I live only half an hour apart!"
"Can you say coincident?" Mr. Wright asked.
Izzy nodded, appearing calm, but she was squealing with joy on the inside. She was only thirty minutes away from someone she didn't have to pretend to be someone else.
"Yeah…It is… Mr. Wright, what are we doing the fifth, three days from today?"
"Uh…Hmm…Nothing."
"Then you might want to get prepared. We're having a guest over!"
Mr. Wright raised his eyebrows, but asked in a calm voice, "Who is this guest you speak of?"
"Homeschool!" Izzy shouted.
"Who?"
Izzy calmed down and rolled her eyes. "My fellow contestant, Ezekiel Martin, is going to be coming here in three days and spending the night. Do. You. Understand?"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
Mr. Wright just sighed at his bipolar charge. "I'll get prepared."
"Yeah! Slumber party!" Izzy grabbed a random vine hanging down and started climbing it. She jumped into her tree house and pulled out her recently purchased laptop. She sat down and opened Word.
Dear Homeschool,
Guess what? Slumber party! You can come over on the tenth, three days from today, and spend the night!
Izzy stopped. She didn't know how to express her joy, her doubt, her feelings. She didn't know how to continue. She looked back at her clock, 2:07, and yawned. With the thought of putting the letter of until the morning, Izzy crawled back into bed and dreamed. Maybe it was because of her eagerness to see another contestant, or something she ate, but Izzy dreamed a happy memory. It was that night, long after the cameras were put away, after the first challenge, when Gwen, Beth, LeShawna, Lindsay, Heather, and Izzy were all talking and getting to know each other. There, some things were said that wouldn't ever be repeated, and initial friendships were formed that wouldn't ever amount to anything.
"So Ezekiel's gone, huh?"
Izzy peered over the edge of her top bunk bed to see Gwen leaning against her bottom one. Beth and LeShawna were also awake, as were Lindsay and Heather. Izzy grinned; these were the nights she liked, full of revealing secrets and lies and drama. Of course, Izzy wouldn't be telling her secret, no way.
"Yeah, and it makes me wonder, girl: Who's next?" answered LeShawna.
"Ethactly, guyth. We need to thick together," Beth lisped.
"Are you suggesting an alliance?" Heather asked.
"An alliance would be so incredible, kind of like diving off the empire state building with a homemade parachute! I did that once, but my parachute was broken, but fortunately, I had a soft landing. Well, which turned out to be this really big lady and her poodle, so…" Izzy giggled, chattering away.
"Sister, do you always talk that much?" LeShawna shook her head.
"Oh, oh, oh!" gasped Lindsay. "I know this one!"
All heads turned towards the blonde.
"Ummm… Oh yeah, if we form an alliance, can Timmy be with us?"
"Thimy?" Beth asked.
"The guy with the red headband, Tyson," Lindsay said.
"Do you mean Tyler?" asked Gwen.
"No, because I don't trust the guys at keeping a secret like this. Once they find out, we would be picked off, one by one," Heather said at the same time.
"Girl, what's with you?" LeShawna asked.
"You haven't been very nice…" added Beth.
"Well, LeShawna, you did throw me off a cliff," answered Heather.
"I know! It looked so much fun! Next time, LeShawna, can you throw me off a cliff?" Izzy asked.
Just laughing at Izzy, LeShawna countered, "Well, I wasn't going to lose that challenge, and we ended up winning, so why are you complaining?"
Heather seemed to debate something for a bit, before finally admitting, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"So, what do you think of the other campers?" Gwen brought up.
"Skyler is so handsome and talented…" Lindsay sighed, whilst Beth muttered, "Please tell me thee's talking about Tyler not Thadie…"
"I think our team is much better. I mean, who do they have? Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb, that hippie surfer, that bossy CIT, and that man-looking weight-lifting female," Heather snorted.
"So, that'd be Kasey, Samantha, Bailey, Carol, and Emily?" Lindsay asked.
"No, no, no! Silly!" Izzy chanted. "Katie, Sadie, Bridgette, Courtney, and Eva!"
When the other girls looked at Izzy weirdly, she just shrugged and smiled.
"I'm not sure, Heather… I think you're right about Sadie and Eva, although Eva does look like she could be a good competitor. But Katie, Bridgette, and Courtney could prove useful…" Gwen mused.
"Which one's Sadie, again?" LeShawna asked. In answer, Heather puffed out her cheeks and mimicked being slightly overweight. LeShawna shook her head in disapproval, but still laughed.
"You'll be making a lot of enemies if you act like that, Heather," Gwen said.
"No matter what I do, I'll be making enemies, Miss Goth Girl," Heather said in reply, while Lindsay said, "I think we should vote off Elliot next time we lose."
"You mean Eva?" Izzy asked.
"Yeah, Eva, the one with the ugly face, I think?" Lindsay answered.
"I don't know guys, I think she could potentially be useful," Gwen argued.
"Goth Girl – do you mind if I call you Goth girl – right now she's on the other team, so she isn't doing us much good. And if you're going to wait to form an alliance with her when the teams are merged, then you'll be waiting a long time. You could be gone by then," Heather warned.
"Is that a threat?" Gwen asked.
Heather replied, "No, it's a warning that I won't have much control over what the guys do."
"Thpeaking of guyth, what do you think of the maleth on the ithland?" Beth asked.
"Well, let's see… I think Tristan is adorable!" Lindsay repeated again.
"Yes, Linds, you've already said that," Gwen sighed.
"I personally think Ezekiel was cute," confessed Izzy. Heather nodded in agreement.
"He was. Pity he had to go so soon, but that Trent guy obviously likes me. He's pretty cute, too," Heather added.
Gwen just sat there and narrowed her eyes. She finally said, "So, besides, Tyler, Ezekiel, and Trent, who else was here?"
"Oh, I know!" Lindsay shouted, before the other girls hushed her down. "There's Omar, Giles, TJ, Danny, Handy, Nat, James, and Cole!"
"Who?" Izzy asked.
"I think she means Owen, Geoff, DJ, Duncan, Harold, Noah, Justin, and Cody," Heather said.
"You remember that kind of thuff?" Beth asked.
"You got to know your enemies," LeShawna defended Heather.
"Owen is so cute and loveable; Geoff is a party animal, he'd be fun to hang with; DJ seems nice, I guess; Duncan's pretty beast looking, but he's head over heels for that CIT Courtney –" Izzy stated.
"Harold is a string bean kind of person, but he means best –" LeShawna added.
"Noah's that cynical bookworm on our team, right? I doubt he'll be much help –" Gwen wondered.
"Juthtin is tho handthome! But I doubt he even noticeth me –" Beth sighed.
"And Cody is cute, I guess, kind of like a lost puppy with his hormones overflowing." Heather finished.
All six girls started laughing. There was a loud rap on the door, and they heard a boy's distorted voice through the door: "Keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
The girls looked at each other and started laughing again, this time silently.
"Okay, okay, so LeShawna, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Gwen quietly asked.
"Sure thing, hon, but like what?"
"Anything… How about your family?"
"Well, I have a large family, being me, my two younger brothers, my older brother, my older sister, Ma, and Pa. I also have a cousin, my best cousin, LeShaniqua, who's really cool."
"That's nice, LeShawna. I always wondered what it would be like to live in a large family. I'm an only child, but I'm very close to my mother. I think my father thinks very little of me; that kind of makes me sad, but… I try and get over it," Heather signed and admitted.
"I'm an only child too! But I'm very cloth to my pigth. My pa ith a little over protective, but my ma ith very friendly. Oh, how I mith my peth!" Beth quietly cried, while Gwen calmed her down.
"Yeah. I have an amazing mom, and a pretty cool little bro. They've been really supportive of me, and I appreciate that," Gwen said.
"What about your daddy? I love my daddy!" Lindsay said.
There was an awkward moment of silence, until Gwen muttered, "Father's gone."
"Oh, Goth Girl, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Heather asked and rested her hand on Gwen's shoulder.
"Don't be!" Gwen snapped, and then sighed, "I'm sorry. It's a sore subject. Anyway, Izzy, tell us about yourself."
Izzy mentally winced; she was hoping she wouldn't have to. She finally decided on a semi-truth/lie to tell them.
"Mother, Father, Brother, Uncle, Grandfather, Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandmother," Izzy stated.
"Tell uth about them!" Beth pleaded.
"Mother and Father are away," Izzy said, convincing herself that it was the truth. "My older brother moved out of the house and is an auto-mechanic, and my uncle is…with my parents. My grandfather is still alive and lives down south. My great-grandmother and grandfather died recently, but it's okay. They were old. What about you, Lindsay?"
Izzy smiled at all of that. She gave away a bunch of information, but they still knew nothing about her. Gwen narrowed her eyes in suspicion and curiosity at Izzy, as if she knew what Izzy had purposely done, but didn't mention anything.
"Daddy is simply amazing! He gives me whatever I want! I got a pony for my amazing 'Sweet Sixteen' birthday! Mother is a little worried about me, but I'll be fine! I have an older sister Paula and an even older sister Georgia. Also, I've been to my grand-mommy's house, even though I accidentally burned it down. Twice. But my family is super amazing, and –" Lindsay gushed, before another loud rap came. Another different boy's voice, slightly higher, came: "Keep it down, really! Who knows what McLean has cooked up?"
The six girls sighed, with Beth saying "Oh gosh darn it!" and returned to their bunk beds.
"Well, what will our next move be hon?" LeShawna asked out loud.
"I still think Eva will helpful," Gwen said.
"Maybe," Izzy agreed.
Heather shook her head and said, "Leave Eva to me."
"Good night, Heather, Ithy, Gwen, Lindthay, and Leshawna!" Beth said.
"Yeah, good night, sisters," LeShawna yawned.
"See you in the morning!" Izzy cheered quietly.
"Night, Hannah, Lizzy, Bethany, LeQuita, and Greta!" Lindsay butchered their names again.
"Good night," Heather said.
Izzy quickly fell asleep, although Heather's words still echoed around in her head: "Leave Eva to me."
Izzy woke up to a blinding light, the sun seeping into her tree house through her door she forgot to close, and her memory still on her mind. Izzy had to give Heather credit; she did take care of Eva. Izzy didn't like it though.
"I'm glad she returned, because she was voted off unfairly," Izzy said out loud, before hopping out of bed. Her unfinished letter caught her eye, the ink still slightly wet.
Izzy ignored the letter and instead grabbed some clean clothes, a red tank top and green jeans. After she changed, she walked over towards the tree house door and hopped down.
Looking right, looking left, looking up, and looking down, Izzy couldn't see Mr. Wright. So Izzy snuck of towards the City again.
Everything was so familiar looking but so different. Izzy remembered each building, not only from her previous escape here a couple days ago, but before Total Drama Island. Then, Izzy didn't have to pretend. Now, Izzy hides from everyone. However, this will be one of the last times Izzy comes here before the reunion and whatever else McLean has cooked up. So she was going to have some fun.
First things first, Izzy better go undercover. Unaware that this was exactly what Ezekiel had done not even a couple days ago, Izzy bought a pair of black sunglasses from a convientaetly placed nearby stand. Feeling as if she was a different person, Izzy started walking down the streets, savoring each moment of freedom. But something was missing…
"A victim! I mean, a friend! Someone I can torture! I mean, talk to!" Izzy whispered loudly, attracting more than a few stares from other pedestrians.
But where? Where could Izzy find someone willing to go walking and talking with a total stranger?
Izzy looked left. There was May Bee Dime's, a mall, just filled with teenagers bored out of their mind. Perfect.
But who? Izzy went from having no companions to having a mall filled with future friends. So who does she choose? Well, let's find out!
"Hi."
"Hello."
"Hey there."
"What's up, babe?"
All around, a bunch of random people were greeting Izzy as if she was a long-lost friend. The crowd around a store parted and Izzy caught a glimpse of navy blue hair. Unfortunately, he saw her also. Izzy started backing up, but quickly ran into a store wall.
"Shit," she muttered.
The navy blue haired boy kept slowly walking towards her, as if he could take all the time in the world. Well, he could, as the crowd was pushing against Izzy, allowing no chance of escape.
"So, we meet again, bitch," he cussed at her.
"Hey, Jet, dude, come on. You aren't still mad about last time are you?" Izzy asked.
In response, Jet lashed out at her, trying to punch her in the face. Unfortunately, that is, unfortunately for Jet, Izzy was expecting this. She snagged his arm and threw him against the store wall, cracking the glass in the process.
"Shit," she muttered again, as all eyes turned towards her.
Thinking of an excuse in the split second she had before the fuzz arrived, Izzy screamed, "Rape!" and was gone in a flash.
The chase was heart-pounding; several times Izzy just barely managed to escape the cops' reaching grasp. Up the escalators, down the escalators, up the down escalators, and down the up escalators, Izzy ran; the cops right behind her.
She completely forgot about Jet, though, and that was her downfall. He raced right along with the cops, gaining on Izzy. He then swerved around her and raced on. When Izzy turned the corner, there he was, leaning as cool as can be against a wall, not even red in the face.
"Shit," Izzy muttered for the third time.
Five minutes later, Izzy was sitting on the street curb outside the mall, furious.
"I can't believe I got banned from a freaking mall! Next time I get my hands on that –" Izzy was muttering under her breathe, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Acting on instinct, she grabbed the wrist and threw the person down on the street in front of her. The person looked up at Izzy.
"What was that for?"
"Instinct. Sorry." Izzy stood up and gave the person a hand.
"So, um, if you don't mind me asking… What was all that back there?" she looked nervous.
Izzy just smiled. It looked like she had found her companion for the day. "Walk with me. Don't worry; I'm not going to bite."
"Ummm…" the stranger girl bit her lower lip in hesitation.
Izzy grabbed her hand and pulled her along the sidewalk, headed for the outskirts of town.
"Great, thanks!" Izzy giggled.
Now that there seemed to be no choice in the matter, the girl relaxed about walking with this strange stranger.
"My name is Winter," the girl, Winter, said and brushed back her blonde ponytail.
"Winter… I like that name. Mine's…" Izzy hesitated. Should she give this stranger her real name? She decided to; after all, every good friendship starts with the truth. "My name's Isabeau. But you can call me Izzy."
"Isabeau – sorry, Izzy. I like that name."
"So what was that you wanted to know?" Izzy asked.
"I saw what happened, you know, back that there at the mall, with that guy with the navy blue hair. But, um, why'd he do that?"
"Ha-ha, that's a funny story, now that you asked. Me and him, we go way back… maybe a couple days ago. So I was walking along the street, and he was sitting up in a tree."
"Why?" Winter asked.
"That's a good question."
"Oh. Okay, continue."
"So I asked a rhetorical question, not expecting anyone to answer, but he jumped out of the tree and started talking to me."
"What question did you ask?"
"I asked if tree houses have locks," Izzy answered.
"Why?"
"I was just curious. So, I was talking about ninjas, don't ask me how we got on the subject of ninjas, but then he kissed me," Izzy snorted in disgust.
Winter looked puzzled. "Well, that's not that bad of a thing. I mean, he was pretty cute." She giggled.
"I'm not that kind of girl who will just throw herself at any non-taken boy. I have standards, and I'm not a player!" Izzy snapped, and then sighed. "Sorry for snapping at you. It's just, I've known those kinds of girls before, people like Heather and –" Izzy stopped talking.
"Heather?"
"Nobody. Anyways, he's okay looking, but I've seen much cuter, like Ezekiel or Owen or Noah…" Izzy trailed off; suddenly aware of how much information she just gave away.
"Heather, Ezekiel, Owen, Noah, and you're Izzy… You look familiar."
Izzy was all for running away right then and there, but something in Winter's eyes made her stay.
"Yeah," Izzy sighed, "yeah, I get that a lot."
"Izzy Winters, from Total Drama Island!" Winter yelled.
"Shush! No, do you want the paparazzi swarming?" Izzy whispered.
"Sorry! Omigod! Just, Omigod! Can I have your autograph?" Winter asked.
Sighing, but smiling, Izzy reached for the pen and signed the sheet of paper Winter pulled out from who knows where.
"So, can you tell me about the contestants?" Winter asked, quietly. "My friends will never believe I met you here! I'll never get a better chance to learn about them! This is so cool! Omigod!"
"Sure, sure, just calm down. Weird, normally it feels like people are telling me to calm down," Izzy laughed.
"Tell me about… Harold. He's so talented and I'm a big fan of his." Winter said.
"Well, Harold is classified as the Nerd with Mad Skills, and he's pretty cool. He's picked on a lot by Duncan, but got his revenge by voting off Courtney, Duncan's girlfriend. He's currently dating LeShawna."
"Who?" asked Winter, crestfallen.
"LeShawna is pretty cool. She has dark skin, brown eyes, and black hair, and she was on the Screaming Gophers team, same as me. Remember her?" Izzy answered.
"Oh yeah. He wrote all those love notes to her," Winter sighed, but then perked back up. "What about Cody? He's single!"
"Cody, the Techno-Geek, is adorable. He's like a little puppy, but he's totally crushing on Gwen."
"Gwen?" sighed Winter.
"She's the resident Goth Girl. She also was the runner up –"
"I knew that. I did watch the show."
"Yeah, she was close to winning, but she lost to Owen. She also is dating Trent, the Guitar Player."
"Wow! There are so many different contestants. Twenty-two to be exact."
"Yep! There's Owen, Bridgette, Geoff, DJ, Duncan, Courtney, Heather, LeShawna, Harold, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Noah, Tyler, Eva, Katie, Sadie, Justin, Beth, Cody, Gwen, and Trent, along with me!" Izzy chattered quietly.
"You memorized them?" Winter laughed.
"Yes," Izzy defended herself, "but how is that bad?"
Winter just smiled and shook her head. "Still, I just can't believe it! I'm meeting a celebrity! This is amazing!"
"I know!"
"What are you talking about? I'm not a celebrity."
"I was talking about the 'This is amazing!' part, actually," Izzy admitted.
"Why? I mean, surely you, a famous camper from the even more famous Total Drama Island, would have plenty of people to hang out with."
"The thing is do they want to 'hang out with' me because they like me or because I'm famous?" Izzy asked in a serious tone.
"Oh…yeah."
"That's what I like about you! You wanted to be my friend before you knew who I was!" Izzy ruffled Winter's hair.
"Well, more like you dragged me off, but I'm glad you did," Winter countered.
"Yes, I'm glad I did too."
"But, what about the other twenty-one campers. Weren't you friends with any of them?" Winter asked.
"I was; I still am, or at least I hope so. However, almost all of them live so far away." Izzy looked depressed for a second, but then cheered back up. "But I'll be seeing them soon!"
"What do you mean?"
"There's a reunion in two weeks!" Izzy cheered and started jumping up and down.
"Hmmm… Wait, you said, and I quote, 'However, almost all of them live so far away.' Almost all of them?" Winter asked.
"You memorized what I said?"
"Well, I am talking with a celebrity."
"True, true." Izzy said.
"So, you never answered my question."
"Okay, well, do you remember this one camper? His name is Ezekiel?" Izzy asked.
"Ezekiel? Oh, I do. He was voted off first, which was a shame; he was cute!" Winter sighed, far off in dreamland.
"Yeah, yeah, he is cute. Back to reality, Winter. Anyways, he lives about thirty minutes away from me."
"Omigod! Omigod! Holy crap, he does?" Winter shouted.
"God, Winter, be quiet! Paparazzi, remember!" Izzy whispered forcefully, but still smiling.
"Sorry, I forgot. I just found out that two famous Total Drama Island campers live near me!"
"I know! Isn't it amazing?" Izzy sighed.
"So are you and Ezekiel friends?" Winter wanted to know.
"Of a sort," Izzy answered and blushed.
Winter stood there (they had long since stopped walking and were leaning up against the wall of an abandoned building) thinking, and then she giggled, finally getting what Izzy meant.
"But what about Owen?" Winter asked.
"What about him?" Izzy innocently answered.
"I mean, if you and Ezekiel are going to be a thing…"
"Who said we were?" Izzy asked.
Winter just raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Izzy sighed and smiled. "Yeah, it's going to be tough, but I'm going to have to break up with him."
Winter winced. "Oh, that'll be fun."
Izzy looked at Winter strangely and said, "You sound just like Noah, but a lot more hyper."
Winter giggled at this.
"And Izzy doesn't think Noah giggles," Izzy added.
"Winter wonders why Izzy is talking in third person."
"Izzy thinks talking in third person is fun!"
"Winter thinks Izzy's weird."
"Izzy agrees with Winter."
Winter looked at her wrist, where a watch was strapped, and muttered under her breath, "Shit." She looked up at Izzy and grimaced. "Sorry, Iz – can I call you Iz? – but I got to go now. It was incredible meeting you and talking with you and hanging out with you!"
"Aw, you got to leave now? I'll miss you!" Izzy grinned as if a sudden idea had just struck her. "Tell you what. I'll bring Homeschool – that's Ezekiel to you – here in three days when he visits me."
Winter, who was walking away, turned around and gasped. "He's visiting you?"
"May-be," Izzy answered. "Later Winter! Hope to see you in three days!"
Winter was going to question her more, but before Winter could even open her mouth, Izzy was gone, already running down the street, cackling, her red hair flowing behind her. Winter laughed; it looked like Izzy's head was on fire.
Izzy slowed down to a brisk walk when she passed by the mall, taking the time to glare evilly at the mall security people standing outside the door, making them (and anyone else who happened to see the daggers being mentally thrown at the security) wince. Izzy then started whistling and skipping back to her house.
Once she arrived, Izzy started climbing her tree house vine. She had a letter to write and a slumber party invitation to send.
Dear Homeschool,
You're really funny, did you know that? Well you are. And in case, you couldn't tell, this is a reply letter from, yours truly, IZZY!
If you don't mind me asking, why did your father teach you to act like that? Could you tell me when you see me on the 10th? Yes, that's right, when you see me! Because, guess what? SLUMBER PARTY!
I got my invitation too, Homeschool, and it did not make me happy. It was obviously one of those fill in the blanks, and they just printed out twenty-two of them and wrote our names in the blanks. But it will be nice, seeing all my friends and you!
Homeschool, I can't wait until you come over! I've always wanted a slumber party, but I couldn't have one because Mr. Wright, my RCMP Guardian, didn't think I was mature enough. How dumb is that?
Don't bother writing back, Homeschool. I'll see you before then!
Yours Truly, Izzy, eh!
P.S. See you soon, Homeschool!
And there you have it, darlings. The fourth chapter of the love story between Isabeau, who you may call Izzy, and Ezekiel, who you may call Homeschool. Soon, it will be time for the most dramatic chapter yet, when our hero and heroine meet…
MEANWHILE: Winter and Harold will be singing a song about May Bee Dime's, the hottest, the coolest mall evah!
Winter: You need the latest threads!
Harold: Gosh, I hate rhymes!
Winter: So where do you head?
Harold: May Bee Dime's.
Winter: Where they got the best darn stuff.
Harold: Whether you're sweet or tough.
Winter: It won't be a crime!
Harold: So come to May Bee Dime's! (Gosh!)
So, there you have it darlings. This was the May Bee Dime's Theme Song, brought to you by Winter and Harold.
This recommendation is brought to you by Athulis, my official (as of now) favorite fan! Thanks, Athulis! Oh yeah, and the recommendation is… 23 Presents by Imagi, a great author and strong anti-Courtney author on this site. I've actually read this story, and it's sweet. It centers around Ezekiel, and…here…
He was homeschooled, crude and sexist. He didn't fit in and he certainly didn't belong. So why on earth would he send them a Christmas present? Holiday story featuring the TDI cast. Be prepared you are in for one heck of a wild ride. :D Enjoy! :D
That'd be the 23 Presents summary. You can thank me later.
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It's later.
Okay, people, that's all I have to say for now, and I'll see you back here later! Read & Review (hint, hint!)
L8rs,
cometsgirl