Hey, it's me again. I hoped you liked my first chapter. The birth of my story was difficult, but luckily, I have all you Fan Fiction Fanatics. Enjoy the story, and I know, it's not exactly Morganville, but it has sections of the main story.

Isobel's POV.

I don't know what to do. I stare at the crowding student body, they all snap pictures of my crotch. Crap. What do I do? What do I do?

I do the only thing I can do. I run. I snatch up my things as my face burns hot under the camera flashes. Oh, God. This is embarrassing: please ground, eat me up. I hide my face with my algebraic textbook, hiding the furious blushing I'm currently going through.

Mr. Baker calls "Once you've contained yourself, Isobel. I expect to see your workings of questions 3 and 4."

I wave him off, pulling open the door, feeling the presence of the annoyingly humoured students of my Math class. I swing the door shut, shaking in utter shame. I don't know how, but this is Mandy's fault, whenever something bad happens, Mandy is always behind it. I lower the textbook, rushing towards the nearest fire exit. I hate this school, I hate the students and most of all, I hate Mandy Morrell. I frantically wipe the saliva from my crotch with the sleeve of my baggy Panda sweater. The saliva is a really nasty consistency.

"Shit," I complain as my sleeve wipes at the wet spot. I do look as if I've peed myself. Damn Jimmy Drooler!

My walk home is a lot less embarrassing. The Texas sun dries out the dampness of my crotch, but my eye throbs like a huge bruise. I haven't seen the extent of the punch yet, and not really wanting to see it either. It's bad enough that I'm the pale kid in school, but now I have a nasty cut eyebrow and swollen eye. Ugh, I hate Morganville. It sucks.

Arriving at home

I unlock the door, kicking it open. "Hello?" I yell, my echo is the only reply. Working late. Great.

I close the door behind me; another crappy day turns to another crappy night. Just what I wanted. Shit, I'll have to ask Jessica whatsherface for the History notes. Damn, what's her last name? Marcel? Marisol? Marigold? Marmalade? I tried to think around the throbbing headache as I dragged my sorry-ass up the stairs. Jessica Marker! That's her surname; I just knew it was something beginning with an 'M'

I sigh, feeling no relief as to remembering Jessica's last name. I boot open my bedroom door, launching my dirty school bag towards my desk and kicking off my Converse. "All alone, again." I quip.

I fall onto my four post bed, feeling the springs bounce beneath me. I bounced a couple more times, out of boredom, before the bed threw me off. I grunted as I hit the floor, my tailbone hitting the wood at a painful angle. "Ow, the furniture hates me too." I groaned as I rubbed the sore spot at the bottom of my back.

I see the sunset through my window, that's why I love the house; I have the room with the view. The sun burst into beautiful oranges and pinks, a gentle, yet pretty sunset. That's the pinnacle of my experience in this town. How pathetic. A sunset is the only perk to living in this town.

I shake my head, pitifully, as I undress; I might as well shower, get Jimmy's drool off my skin and check the damage to my face. I walk out of my room, completely naked, towards the bathroom. I have nothing to be ashamed of; no-one's around to see me in my birthday suit. I close the bathroom door, and approach the mirror with a skeptical expression. Please God, if you're listening, don't let my eye look noticeable. I really don't want my mother asking questions. I open my eye - I try to open the right, but it's closed up - and see the damage. Holy Lord. I blink in horror and lean closer: my right eye is swollen tenderly, the surrounding skin is purplish and blue, and a red angry line weeps above the swollen eye. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill that bitch, and then I'll jump on her corpse and have the last laugh.

"Ow," I wince as my fingers prod the swollen skin. I see the redness that stretches across my right knuckles. I stare at the redness and smirk. I got Mandy. I got her good. Then, the colour drains from my face. Jimmy drooled over me; people have evidence of my previous embarrassment. An endless circle of embarrassment and pain. I step into the shower, turning on the nozzle and howling in horror as the cold water rained down on me.

After the shower

I lied on my bed, with a bag of peas resting on my right eye. I wondered why, out of every frozen bags of food in the freezer, I chose peas. I guess because people do it in movies, it's always peas. My right side of my face felt tingly and painfully cold. "Ow, too much." I muttered as I pulled the peas from my face. I felt my numb right eye; I could feel some pressure on the skin, nothing severe.

I sighed, standing up in the huge white towel. I need to change. But I can't be bothered. I drop the towel, conscious of the drawn curtains as I dressed in my warm pyjamas. I sat down at my dresser, staring at the reflection in the mirror. Wow, she really did a number on me. I can open and close my right eye, the swelling decreased some. I picked up the brush and pulled it through my curls; I picked up the hair dryer and blew through my thick hair. I felt a moment's peace. Some calming time to just not think. I closed my eyes as I brushed and blew through my hair in rhythmic movements. I stopped as my head began to sweat. I opened my eyes and gasped in horror. I had blown-dried my hair. It was fluffy and poofy, I looked like a Poodle. I smoothed down my hair, plaiting it and tying it off with a strong hair tie.

"Isobel!" My mum's voice echoed throughout the house, it sounds a little unfocused, but it's soothing and comforting to hear her voice. Thank God. Food! My stomach growled as I ran down the stairs, being careful where I stepped, this house is quiet old.

"Mum, there was an accident in school today. Can you believe that people actually play dodge ball?" I improvised a story, trying to think of a story, trying to conjure up some sort of feasible story that explains the black eye, cut eyebrow and the swell as I approached the kitchen door. It swung close behind me.

"Hello, Isobel. It's nice to meet you." I stared into his glowing crimson eyes, and flickered to my mum's oozing neck.

"Holy sh-"