Izzie has been next door neighbors with Johnny Lawrence forever. That's why when he has the sudden urge to help train new kid, Miguel Diaz in karate, Izzie has no choice but to help. That's what starts it. How karate slowly takes over her life. Her...
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"Here's a toast to my real friend, they don't care about the he said, she said." -This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
TW Mentions of: Gang Violence, murder, foul language, bullying
Izzie was in her room when she heard the front door open and then shut. She put down her book and ran into the main room.
"Hey, mom." She said in a cheerful voice. Her mom hadn't been home since the night before. She had to work late at the hospital and then go in early, so she just stayed all night.
Her mom smiled, "Hey, Iz. Did you eat yet?" Izzie shook her head. "Alright, well, I'm really tired, so should we just order a pizza?"
"Yeah. I've got a $20 in my room. I took an extra shift the other day." Izzie told her mom as she made her way back to her room.
When she opened her door, she saw her phone screen light up. Izzie sat down on her bed, picking up her phone. She clicked it on and looked at the new notification.
She was frozen. An Instagram follow request from Robby. Izzie pressed on it, making sure the account was real. It looked real.
Then, she shut off her phone neither accepting or denying the request. "Glad to know your phones still working, asshole." She muttered to herself.
Why would Robby want to follow her after all this time? Was he trying to reach out to her? To taunt her? To reconnect? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.
That was a lie. Izzie thought about Robby all the time. Always wondering why it didn't work out. Why—how he could just leave like that? She wondered if he was sorry. If he ever even cared about her. Maybe he was just using her. Plenty of other guys did.
Izzie plugged her phone back into the wall and grabbed the money that was sitting in the drawer. She then walked back into the living room to find her mom cooking.
"What are you doing? I thought we were getting pizza."
Her mom sighed, "Yeah, but I don't want to have to use your money. Plus, we have some meat that's gonna go bad. Dinner will be ready soon."
Izzie knew the real reason why her mom suddenly decided to cook. They were poor. Why spend money on pizza when you can make something at home. Save that money for the bills.
Izzie stuffed the money into her jeans pocket and sat down at the table. "So, the Halloween dance is this Friday." Izzie told her, calmly.
"Oh, right. Did you need money for a costume? Or...I guess I could try to make one, but I don't have a lot of time, or—"
