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Izzy's POV

I rolled over and almosthit my face on the end table. I sat up with a stretch. I

hopped out of bed. I trailed over to my closet. What to wear on

a Monday morning. I searched and found this.I turned out my closet light and

trailed over to my dresser. I ripped off my clothes throwing them in the dirty pile. I

messed around with my hair and just put it in a messy bun.I'm trying something new today. I added some light eyeliner and chap stick. I pulled my dress up and found my black sandals. I

grabbed my book bag and trailed down the steps making my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a apple and kissed my mother

goodbye. I walked out the garage door, shutting the door behind me.

I quickly walked to my locker, I was late and couldn't get a detention. I quickly unlocked my locker and threw my stuff in.

I grabbed my books for periods 1,2,3 and 4. I slammed it shut and quickly walked tomy classroom. I made it threw the door as the bell just rung. I took a seat in the back. I pulled out my Ipod and stuffed them in my ears turning on One Direction.

Then class began.

I walked to my locker throwing my stuff in. I headed to lunch wondering where Max was. I walked threw the line and grabbed a Pizza and a solo drink. I walked to my lunch table and sat down. I looked through the lunch line waiting for john, but he never showed.

I pulled out my phone as I finished my pizza. I went threw my contacts till I found john. I texted him,

John -"Hey, Where are you? I'm waiting at the lunch table for you" I hit send, I drank some of my solo and my phone vibrated. I looked down and saw it was from JOhn

John-"Sorry, Stayed home with my mom to help the baby. I'll talk to you later." I felt like he was hiding something from me. I didn't text back. I finished up my lunch. I got up and threw my stuff away, trailing back to my lunch table. I sat there on my phone

when someone walked up. "Can I sit here?" I heard a deep voice say, I looked up. "Oh, um sure" I said putting my phone back in my pocket. He took a seat, "I'm Drew." He said setting his stuff down, taking a seat. "I'm Elizabeth." I smiled. I looked him up and down as he took a bite of his Pizza.

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