I threw my flabby arms in the air. "NOOO! I DONT WANNA GO!!" Could you blame me? Who would wanna be stuck in a tight room with a bunch of sticky, no good five year olds? "Sweetie, we really don't have time for this. come on." My mother reached for my seat belt. No way was I letting her her get me that easily. "OUCH! SHE BIT ME! MARK, SHE BIT ME!" What? it wasn't like I was some type of animal with rabies. It was harmless. "oh god, you're bleeding. Magellyn, I'll give you three seconds. Get out this car and go to school!" Jeez. couldn't my father have some heart? I was five. But, I didn't put up a fight. you don't fight with dad. I slouched into the hellhole, ready to be drained of my energy.

As soon as I was about to taste freedom- "Hey. I'm Izzi. Wanna be friends?" who does this blond haired, slobbery, fat five year old think she is? I wrinkled my nose at her, and politely said, "No."

Jeez. the principal's office was surprisingly small. Or maybe it was because Izzi's mother was obese. Either way, she was a real cry baby. I honestly never wanted to see that chunky face again. She got me grounded! "Missy, I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but I'll make sure something like this doesn't happen again. No TV for two weeks!" Oh, darn you and your good parenting skills, mother! I flopped onto what would now be my only comfort for two weeks. how could she do this? my sixth birthday was a month away. Plus, the intelligence at my age should have been enough for them to believe me. I was their daughter, not Izzi! How unfair life was. And all because of that brat. I filled up with anger. I was burning. Dad had told me when I felt like that, I should write down my feelings. So I did. it was surprising how many bad words five year old me knew. I felt better. But it still was there. Now, you may be asking, how come a five year old felt like she wanted to kill an elephant over something as minor as a girl trying to be friends with her? good question. you see, I didn't like people. I still don't. So of course, I didn't have any friends. I was too smart to fall into imaginary friends, and my parents wouldn't let me get a pet. So I stuck to Television. I loved it! Everyday, after school, I would sit down, at least three feet from it, and binge Tom and Jerry. Life was great. I didn't feel lonely. My favorite show was Dora. Probably because she "talked to me". She was my best friend. My 7th birthday was Dora themed. But without TV, I couldn't watch Dora. She took away the one thing I enjoyed. You may say I'm being dramatic, but this was a big deal for five year old me. This meant war. I hated her. I wished that was the first and last time I saw her. And it was.

Or so I thought.

It was my first day of middle school. We had decided to move back Columbia, for family reasons. I expected everything but her.

"okay, sweetie! have an awesome day!"

Phew. finally out of the car with those two maniacs. "Don't for get this!" and "don't forget that!" I knew they were only saying that because they didn't want me messing up my first day,like last year in 5th grade, but did they HAVE to give me tampons? I was only in the sixth grade- which was no where close to were i thought was the right age to start- and my thirteenth birthday wasn't for three months! As I mumbled and grumbled about my screwed parents, I couldn't help but notice a familiar looking girl with chunky shoes and a plain haircut selling candy in the outskirts of school like it was dope. I decided to investigate. I sneaked over to our husky statue and peeked around Hutchin's tail. It was her!! No way was I going to school now. Just as I was about to make a run for it- BAM! head first into a door. it was pull, not push. This was the start of the worst year ever.

About half way through the awful day, I say her again. "oh, Izabelle! how you've grown!" I almost puked at the thought of my mother inviting her to dinner. I couldn't be seen. I quickly scurried to the bathroom. There, was something even worse. Imagine a thirteen year old sized rat with no sense of humor and an awful knack of beating people up. Now, times that by ten. yeah, way worse huh? "Well, well, well. look who we have here. Its flat chested maggot." I hated it most when she mocked my name. And Jessica, her evil and dumb sidekick. How I wish to rip her head off. "Jessica, Grab her!" See? She never does anything. she uses that dumb cock- eyed girl to do all the dirty work. How I hate Railey Everest. Jessica grabbed me by my arms and threw me down, right at the feet of Railey. "kiss it." This memory frustrated me the most. "Kiss my shoe, you disgusting *** wipe!" if I was so disgusting, why would you want me to kiss your "precious Mary janes"? "JESSICA!" Once again, jessica grabbed me by my arms. this time she slapped me. I couldn't bear this. I took the girl by her arm and threw her over my back. Woah! my beautiful brain thought. Those dumb karate lessons paid off! Railey yelled with frustration. "You! You will never get away with this! Im gonna tell the principal you attacked first!" she smirked that evil smile she does when she has a diabolical plan. "NO YOU WON'T! NOT WITH ME AROUND!" A girl had burst though the bathroom door. apparently she was eavesdrop- THE GIRL WAS IZZI! as much as I felt like vomiting, I couldn't have been more greatful.

It was the end of the day, and all I got was a tardy slip and one day of detention(I've faced worse. that was honestly the happiest I've ever been about getting in trouble.)! Before I could get on the bus, she stopped me. "I know you remember me! Come on, lets be friends!" Sigh. Here we go again.

So my awful fantasy was right. My mother did invite her and her mother over, as soon as she saw us. No, I did not walk with her. Yes, she followed me until I agreed to be her friend as long as she shut up. "Alright, children! Dinner is ready!" Finally, I could escape from her lame stories! It was supposed to be a "playdate", which would never happen, even if I had a chance to talk to her. The food was delicious though, I'll give you that. As soon as she left, I took a deep sigh and flopped on the couch. My dad unfortunately followed. "So, I thought you hated her? wanna tell me what that was about?" "I do. I don't." he raised his hands in a surrender type of way. "Alright alright! don't tell me then. But in my opinion, I would say you to are warming up to each other." "Dad, if this is about my social awkwardness and not about watching TV, then please leave." "Jeez! okay!" Yeah, I was kinda bratty. But what could I say? I was twelve and they expected me to socialize like I was seventeen! Chill out, parents, you don't want me having too much fun right?

That evening, I sat on my bed and contemplated; why am I so unlucky? If I didn't know any better, I would be slitting my wrists right now. I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were actually getting close. Ew! No! Just because she helped me, doesn't mean she's gonna cling to me for something, right?

"Magellyn, if you don't repay me for what I risked for you in the bathroom, I'm gonna be coming over your house daily. That's right, I'm gonna wring out something from you! And you bet that something is friendship!" Oh, god, are you even up there? Why haven't you saved me yet? "Alright Izzy, why don't we make a deal? I give you ten dollars, and-" She stomped her foot. "No way in HECK, Magellyn! I'm gonna be friends with you, and that's that!" "But... why are you so infatuated with me?" she paused. I caught her of guard. "... probably because I wanna be your first friend so I can finally have a bestie. See ya at lunch, future bestie!" She skipped along, humming. humming. that went awful, and here she was, humming? No way. this was a total curse.

Thinking. that was the only thing I was doing for the rest of the day. even when I got home. Thinking. How could god possibly exist if Izzi came into my life? No way would I want to have a religion that isn't even true. Thinking. Or.... what if this... was a blessing in a disguise.. my grandmother says that all the time. And I love her. It seems like she is the only woman in the world who gets me sometimes. But, I couldn't be on her side for this one. Izabelle was a complete human built from bad luck, and god put her in my life for a punishment. I would never think otherwise.