Chapter 1

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by iiSherberty

by iiSherberty

(A/N): You've been waiting, waiting, and waiting some more, and now Sherby is bored enough to deliver! Welcome, my Mithross fans, to THE SEQUEL! YAY!
Seriously though, enjoy XD
As you know, if you've red the first book, this is off the children's POV. They're now in high school, and if you own one of these characters from the contest before, please message me! Id love to discuss plots with you four! XP
And Max left the offices! ;c
BUT ROSS LEFT WITH HIM! WHAT BETTER SIGN OF MITHROSS OS THERE?!

CAST-
BuisnessPigeon as Izzy
mintygogo24 as Pomy
RockyPond as Cara
TheIdiotInABox as DC
Izzy's POV-
"Pomy! Hurry up! You're talking forever!" I knock loudly on the bathroom door, waiting.
"This stupid hair won't...go...straight!" Pomy yelled back at me.
"Brush your stupid hair in your room! I can't shower in my room!" I argue. "We only have 30 more minutes until our first day of high school and this girl isn't going smelling like Pap's fish casserole!"
"Fine!" The door clicks, and my twin sister Pomy steps out. Her light brown hair is tangly and knotty, and she looks very frustrated. "I have to get Pap's hair, out of the two of them." She pouts.
"I heard that! Our Pap, Ross, calls from downstairs. I giggle and Pomy turns red. I push past her and get in the shower. Finally.
Heh, the first day of high school. Sis is stressing about it way to much, if you ask me. Just like any other day, except you're new. Hm, maybe not so much like the other days, actually...oh well. I've always been too rambunctious for my own good. I take after my Dad.
You might be thinking: How the heck do I have a biological Pap and Dad? Two males? It's really crazy. Pap had some sort of medical condition that allowed him to have kids. He found out accidentally when he had me and Pomy. Suprise! We also have another sibling, ending his last year in elementary. Biological as well. His name is KP, apparently after some old cat Pap used to have. My phone buzzes from the bathroom counter. Yes, I take my phone everywhere. Don't judge me. KP likes to steal my phone and send pictures of chickens to my friends. Don't ask why, I honestly don't know.
I hop out of the shower, get dressed, and brush my hair and teeth before I check the text.
It was my good friend, Cara, in our group chat. It consisted of me, Pomy, Cara, obviously, and our other close friend, DC. Our parents all worked together when we had been younger. Cara's not biologically her parents kid, since they're both males (Red and Barney) and don't have my Pap's weird condition, but she couldn't be closer. I read the message and rolled my eyes.
Cara-Hey guys, ready for HS? What r u gonna wear?
I replied quickly.
Izzy-The usual, obviously.
Cara-WHAT?! IT'S THE 1ST DAY OF HS!!
Pomy-U know Izzy. She's not dressing up for anything. I'm wearing a white tang-top and a red skirt.
Cara-She's crazy.
DC-She takes after Uncle Max, after all.
I laugh and slip my phone in my pocket, running down the stairs to get breakfast.
"G'Morning, Iz! Where's your siblings?" My dad asks as I pour some cereal.
"Pomy is freaking out about her hair, and KP is probably watching YouTube." I inform him.
"I see. ROSS, GO HELP YOUR DAUGHTER, SHE'S TRAUMATIZED!"
I giggled and Pap grunted and headed upstairs to assist Pomy.
"Excited?" Dad asked me as I plopped down with my cereal and put my ginger hair in wet pigtails.
"Meh." I sigh.
"Not to excited, eh?"
"What's so exciting about it? We go to school. We pretend to listen. We go home and look up the answers to our homework on Google. The end."
Dad laughed. "You interact with people. I have good friends that I met in high school."
"Pfft, Dad, I interact with people all the time. It's just online." Dad laughs again. "Well, isn't it about time for you to head out?" I look at my watch and nod. Man time flies fast.
"I'M READY I'M READY...I'M NOT READY!" Pomy sobbed as she ran down the stairs, grabbing a bagel and stuffing it in her face. She was indeed wearing the outfit she said she would, with a red sweater, headband, and flats. I realized I didn't even know what I was wearing. Some black jeans, a yellow shirt that read I LIVE FOR TACOS and some black tennis shoes. Meh. "Yes you are, I don't see why you're soooo worried about this." I mutter, rolling my eyes.
"Izzy! It's our first day of high school. First. Day. Of. High. School. How can you not be nervous!?" She asked me before she stuffs her face with another bite.
"I'm just...not." I shrug and sigh. "Well, if we want to make it to the bus on time, I suggest we get going." I sling my purple backpack over my shoulder. "Ready?"
Pomy nervously fiddled with her brown handbag she chose instead of a backpack. "As ready as I'll ever be."