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Prolouge: Isa

Isa was the girl with the grades. The girl with the swim, spelling bee, and geography bee trophies. The girl that cried when she got a 94 in English in 10th grade.

She wasn't particularly lonely, she had few friends here and there, and many more kinda-sorta-friendly-people-I-know. She just didn't really have the time.

In Art, there was George who was dating Aura, who was friends with a girl named Jo, or at least she thought that's what her name was.

George was nice enough. He didn't just use her for grades and sometimes said hi to Isa in the hallway.

In Math there was Alex, who was best friends with Mr.Popular. Alone they were okay, but if they got with with their friends, all hell broke loose.

Which is why, when she had them and their posse in English, she got the grade that broke her.

But P.E, oh how Isa dreaded P.E. It was fine, she was fit enough to not completely suffer, but that didn't mean she liked it. She guessed it wasn't so much 'Public Embarrassment,' (as she had dubbed it) it's self, but rather the dressing room. She knew from the start she wouldn't like it one bit.

And sure, watching Delilah and Harriet making out before class started wasn't exactly pleasant, it wasn't the worst part. The locker room was muggy, gross, and covered in toilet paper.

Whenever Isa entered, she could just feel the itch on her skin to scrub herself down with every type of soap on the planet.

She knew that her small bottles of hand sanitizer she carried around would offer her little comfort.

Thus, Isa had made it her mission to get in and out of the locker room as fast as she could, with as little of human contact as possible.

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One Wednesday, she was being dragged by her brother, Rian, to the toy store. They had just gotten out of school and their parents had promised that the eight year old could get a present if he had not gotten a call home for a week.

Rian was this close to dislocating Isa's wrist when he let go suddenly, causing the teen to stumble backwards as her brother raced into the middle of the street.

Cars screeched as brakes were slammed. Rian had made it to the other side safely and Isa wanted to see what was so important that she almost went into cardiac arrest.

It was a dog.

A damn dog.

A tiny Pomeranian in the hands of an old woman, who clearly hadn't seen the whole fiasco, as she let the boy pet the rat like thing.

Isa was very unimpressed as she waited for the crosswalk to open up, then crossed to the other side.

She yanked the small boy's wrist away from the lady and shot an apologetic glance at her.

After she had had her fair share of scolding, she dragged them into the post office, put her name down on a list and made a mental not to be back at the small business on Friday.

She knew it was unwise to sign up for something with so much mental stress she was under, but she didn't think it would help her.

A/N
The prologues are terribly short, but the chapters will be a little bit longer; but not much.

If you can't tell, each chapter will be written 4 times with different points of views, and progressions, as seen so far.

PS: THERE WILL BE DIALOGUE IN THE ACTUAL CHAPTERS, I just don't feel like it's needed in the prologue :)

Just to be clear: ISA DOES NOT HAVE OCD; THAT IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING. Liking things to be orderly does not mean you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. OCD is usually accompanied by 'ticks,' such as tapping 6 times every 3 seconds, alternating hands every 5th time. But everyone is different.

Just to clear things up.

Comment 'apples' if you read the whole Authors Note.

-Jamie