Present 11: IZZY

The brown package. Ordinary save for the simple tree symbols covering it. Each carefully etched in green ink. And to the postman's dismay much too large for the mailbox. Looking at the name written neatly on the box, he once again cursed the random toss up. Wincing, he reluctantly left the truck.

"Pleasedon'tbehomepleasedon'tbehomePleasedon'tbehome." The young man continued his mantra as the house grew closer and closer with every footstep. With every tree and bush he passed, he grew more and more anxious.

Finally though he reached the front door and relaxed visibly as he rang the doorbell. The postal worker's relief abruptly ended as the door opened and a blur of green and orange flung itself towards his horrified form resulting in an impromptu burial of white.

In dog-like fashion Izzy shook the snow of her body smiling brightly as she took the package from the dazed form. "Yeah! Dagwood eat your heart out!" Looking down at the brown box, the red haired girl grinned. "Izzy got a package!" Letting out a triumphant battle cry, the girl ran back into the house holding her prize above her head.

The sound of a chainsaw, loud thuds and mad cackling that had shortly followed from the domicile made the postal worker frozen with fear. The unpredictability of the red head was legend in the post office. Any package or letter going to the insane teen's house had a special label attached to it.

Highly unstable

Keep away from vehicles and fire

Proceed with extreme caution

The bright orange label warned in big black letters. To make it exceedingly clear at the bottom was a picture of a red headed teen with an enormous grin. The warning though was never taken seriously. Not at first anyway.

The man shuddered. Slowly he pushed himself to his knees and wobbly stood up. It was then that he realized his clipboard was missing. Before the dread could sink in, one of the windows opened and said red head stuck her head out.

"Hey don't forget your clipboard thing!" Izzy commented cheerfully from behind a very large crossbow. The wooden board had somehow been attached to the arrow. Completely oblivious to the very scared postman, the wild teen launched the weapon.

Letting out a high pitched squeal of fright, the postal worker dove out of the way in the process taking another snow dive. "Merry Christmas!" The girl grinned before closing the window.

Now that the clipboard had been returned, Izzy returned to what she had been doing grinning largely at the revealed cookie cutter on the living room table.

With a sigh Ezekiel had prepared himself for the inevitable ride home. Over and over memories off the day ran through his mind. Without a doubt the extremely high cliff into shark infested water had ranked as one of the most thrilling and stupidest thing he had ever done. Especially after he hit part of the cliff rock.

The cheering from the other campers on the shore had been worth it though. Ignoring the stinging in his chest, Ezekiel grinned broadly his hand giving his teammates thumbs up. Or rather his now former teammates.

As the boat stopped the homeschooled teen sighed and grabbed the dark green bag. Without looking he stepped off the old tug boat onto the wooden dock and listened to it chug away into the night. He sighed again. "It's noot fair eh. I jumped."

"Yeah but you also upset all the girls by saying that! It's like the first lesson that you learn in school! Offend the girl and you get seriously beaten up! Or maimed."

Ezekiel as expected had not been expecting a response to his question. Jumping back in shock, his shoe catches the very edge of the dock. Pin wheeling his arms wildly he felt a soft hand grab his before his momentum causes himself and the stowaway to fall into the water.

Sputtering, the prairie raised boy froze when he noticed the bright eyes of green and the wide smile of Camp Wawanakwa's resident psycho. Ignoring the fact that both teens were swimming in the shark ridden water, Izzy continued. "Oh right! Your homeschooled! So what you said before doesn't really count since you really didn't know you were being sexist unless of course you did. You didn't mean that…did you?"

The look in the girl's eye made Ezekiel nervous. "No! I mean…I meant…I'm sorry eh!" Izzy only stared at him before without warning she lunged. Trying to keep afloat was one thing…but trying to do so with a crazed girl hugging you was quite another.

More then once the pair had sank under the water before Izzy let go allowing them to swim back up to the surface and head to shore. Grinning broadly the red head continued.

"See that wasn't so hard! Now all you got to do is make 10 other apologies and you're all set! Hey! Is this were your staying?! This is soo totally wicked, Izzy almost wishes she was staying here now, but not really cause Izzy would miss all the fun!"

Ezekiel could only nod at the other teen's enthusiasm. "So your name is Izzy eh?" As the grin on his companion widened, a smile appeared on his own. "I'm Ezekiel."

Somewhere in the middle of grabbing snacks from the well stocked kitchen and chatting about the difference between homeschooling and regular schooling they had realized that it would be dawn in a couple of hours.

Bribing the sharks with several raw steaks had been Ezekiel's solution. Izzy laughed madly as she enjoyed the wild ride to the island from an extremely deadly fish. She had arrived just in time for the early morning wakeup call.

Izzy grinned brightly from the memory as she played with the cookie cutter of a gingerbread girl with long hair riding a shark. "Nah nah nah nah naaaa! Izzy Shark!"

When the next postal worker visited later he would be taken aback by a snow sculpture of the unstable girl riding a shark. To have the unstable girl suddenly burst out from the statue yelling out "Izzy shark" would continue to give him nightmares…..3 years later.

Two plates. One foor the person I met on the island and the other to share with friends and family eh.

And thanks again for the visit eh!

Happy Holidays, Izzy

Ezekiel

Hi! My name is JoeMerl and my favorite TDI characters are Gwen, Izzy, Harold,
Cody, Noah and Leshawna. Hope everybody has a happy holiday season, and
lookout for stories I might post in the new year. ;-)

Imagi's Ramblings: Okay that's 11!!!! :D Finally! :) And points to those who guess who Dagwood is from! ;) Thanks for the reviews! :)

Now for the super important stuff. I leave on vacation TOMMORROW. I will not be back until after the 30th so Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! :)

I am NOT abandoning the story. It will just be on Hiatus until I get back. Sorry! The late night shifts and crazy customers did me in! I was still cleaning an hour after closing time!

To those wishes I haven't done yet I will get to them. TRENT though still needs a wish! I'm bringing my notebook to write down any TDI ideas I get in the meantime. Hopefully I shall be rested and ready to finish writing/typing the next story when I get back.

So hope you liked Izzy and see you all after Christmas! ;)

Imagi