ChristinaMWriting
"Round 3. Junior year, here I go." Izzie let out a short, nervous breath.
"No, no more parties." Karima's voice echoed.
"I'm done with you, Izzie. I mean it. Get out." Scott's voice echoed.
"Do I gotta take you to dinner, or can I just ask you to be my girlfriend?" Devon smiled.
Three voices. Three moments. And somehow, they all still lingered in Izzie's head.
"All that matters is that I learned my lesson. Nothing will be repeated."
Izzie shut her journal and tossed it into her dresser.
But junior year has a funny way of bringing old problems back, creating new ones, and testing everything she thought she had learned.
"Or will it?"
She grabbed her book bag and shut her bedroom door.