Post by Izzy Chen on Mar 14, 2010 19:34:03 GMT -5
Izzy was playing a game. It was a simple game. Bowling been great.Taki was so cute, and it was nice playing with Lia and meeting Christophe. It was good to smile and have fun. Two days had passed and it seemed to go so slow. Sometimes Izzy felt like it was still Saturday and her life was stuck on an endless loop replaying one scene over and over again.
She wished someone would press fast forward already or skip to when it was all over. The arrangements were set. The funeral would be Friday after school. Cause thats when her family from Korea would be in town by. They were coming in Thursday night. Izzy would get to see her dad for the first time in years.
So Izzy decided to play a game. No more how are you holding up? No more how are you feeling? She would rather hang with people who did not know about her mother. Jett was driving her the most insane. He wanted to talk about it. To discuss what was going on and what happened and how it happened. Well Izzy would rather forget it.
No one wanted to know how she was feeling. At first only a few people had known,but by now the school had to know. It was on the news due to her mother's fame and no doubt Jett had told a football buddy who probably spread it around.
Well in an attempt to avoid the stares and the questions Izzy opted to skip lunch all together.She was not that hungry to begin with. Izzy just had not felt like eating the last few days. She was just not in the mood and not hungry. So she tended to skip lunch for the past two days. Which was not a big deal. She was eating right? So skipping lunch should not matter right. Izzy ducked into the newspaper room and pulled out her books. She could do some homework. It was Monday...so that was actually a lie. She had no homework yet.
Still Izzy needed the distraction. She sighed thanking the heavens there was no questions at the moment. If someone did ask it would be the same answer, 'I am fine with the same soft smile'. Izzy was fine. There was no need to worry. She was doing good. She might not want to talk about it, but that was normal. Her mother was dead and time to move one, so why did someone have to keep asking if she was okay.
Just then a knock dragged Izzy from her thoughts. She wanted the whine and tell the person to go away, but instead she kept her eyes on the blank paper in front of her and answered, "Hey, can I help you?" She asked not even knowing who was at the door.
She wished someone would press fast forward already or skip to when it was all over. The arrangements were set. The funeral would be Friday after school. Cause thats when her family from Korea would be in town by. They were coming in Thursday night. Izzy would get to see her dad for the first time in years.
So Izzy decided to play a game. No more how are you holding up? No more how are you feeling? She would rather hang with people who did not know about her mother. Jett was driving her the most insane. He wanted to talk about it. To discuss what was going on and what happened and how it happened. Well Izzy would rather forget it.
No one wanted to know how she was feeling. At first only a few people had known,but by now the school had to know. It was on the news due to her mother's fame and no doubt Jett had told a football buddy who probably spread it around.
Well in an attempt to avoid the stares and the questions Izzy opted to skip lunch all together.She was not that hungry to begin with. Izzy just had not felt like eating the last few days. She was just not in the mood and not hungry. So she tended to skip lunch for the past two days. Which was not a big deal. She was eating right? So skipping lunch should not matter right. Izzy ducked into the newspaper room and pulled out her books. She could do some homework. It was Monday...so that was actually a lie. She had no homework yet.
Still Izzy needed the distraction. She sighed thanking the heavens there was no questions at the moment. If someone did ask it would be the same answer, 'I am fine with the same soft smile'. Izzy was fine. There was no need to worry. She was doing good. She might not want to talk about it, but that was normal. Her mother was dead and time to move one, so why did someone have to keep asking if she was okay.
Just then a knock dragged Izzy from her thoughts. She wanted the whine and tell the person to go away, but instead she kept her eyes on the blank paper in front of her and answered, "Hey, can I help you?" She asked not even knowing who was at the door.