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pasta was stuck in her hair. “Oh hi honey, how was school?”
    Izzie laughed
as she pulled the pasta from her mother’s hair, “Oh you know, the
usual.”
    “Thanks,” said
her mother and she turned back to the saucepan that was in danger
of boiling over. “Well that’s not what I hear dear, word is that
that famous actor is joining your school.”
    Izzie rolled
her eyes, “Yeah and I’m soooo excited,” she told her mother
sarcastically.
    “I take it from
your lack of enthusiasm you aren’t.” her mother frowned at her.
    Izzie sighed,
“Everyone just seems to be falling all over themselves to impress
him but I just don’t feel the need to.” she shrugged and her mother
gave her a ‘whatever’ kind of smile and turned back to the
pasta.
    Izzie left her
school stuff upstairs and decided to get started on her homework;
dinner wasn’t going to be ready for another half hour at the most.
She extracted her English Literature folder from her bag and
started to plan out her essay on Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’. She really
didn’t get a lot done since her thoughts kept straying to Jake; she
really knew she should stop dwelling on him but she couldn’t – it’s
not like she had a chance but there was something about him … he
just didn’t seem like a dumb rugby player. She chastised herself
for thinking about his curly blonde hair and tanned physique; you
really could tell he played a lot of sports since he was extremely
well-built. Izzie shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts
out of her head in the process, as she heard her mother call that
dinner was ready.
    She sat and
picked at her spaghetti, not really paying attention to what her
parents were talking about until she heard her father say her
name.
    “Izzie, did you
hear me?”
    Izzie had been
sitting with her elbow on the table and her head resting on her
fist, she sat up straight when her father spoke to her.
    “Sorry, I was
thinking about my homework, what did you say?”
    Her father
sighed, “I wanted to know if you could work the 3 to 6 shift
tomorrow? It would really help a lot.”
    Izzie tried not
to look peeved off, “No that’s ok, I’m out of school at 3 but I’ll
be there just after it.” Her father nodded, satisfied with her
answer and she went back to her cold spaghetti. She pushed it
around the plate for another five minutes and then excused herself,
saying she really needed to get stuck into her school work.
    As soon as she
was in her room, she flopped onto her bed, ‘There really has to be
more to life than this’ she thought miserably. Little did she know
what was coming her way.
     
    Izzie woke up
absurdly early the next morning, she groaned as she realised it was
Friday. Normally she would have been very happy that it was the
start of the weekend but today it just meant it was the start of
her final year stuck with a superficial famous actor. She rolled
over and willed herself to get up; she really needed to get ready
if she didn’t want to be late. However, she dozed off again and
only woke when Grandma Frank walked by her room and yelled into
her.
    “Izzie, you do
know you have school in forty-five minutes?”
    Izzie bolted
upright and quickly got out of bed. Fifteen minutes later and Izzie
was dressed but still running a little late; it was clear she
wasn’t going to make it there for 9 o’clock. She didn’t really
mind, Kale would be no doubt causing a fuss she didn’t want to get
caught in the middle of. She took her time eating her cereal and
then got into her car at 8.55am and pulled out of the driveway to
make her way to Hartside. There was quite a bit of traffic on the
road, she rolled down her window - it was still quite mild for
October – and turned up the radio; she was feeling very relaxed now
knowing that she would miss Kale’s grand and – most likely -
dramatic entrance.
    Izzie hummed
along with the song – Snow Patrol’s ‘Open Your Eyes’ – as she
pulled into the last parking space