Izzy slid her bag over her shoulder and down to the floor, watching as her backpack hit the laminated planks. She groaned and took out her hair tie, letting her lucious, wavy brown hair cascade down her back. She slumped onto her bed and shut her eyes, embracing the warm feel of the soft, polyester quilt.
' IZABELLA! DID YOU DO THE LAUNDRY LIKE I TOLD YOU?! '
Izzy sighed and sat up, clenching her fists onto the blanket. She was filled with soft anger, and the quilt suddenly faded into an uncomfortable scratchy rag.
' Give me a second, Mom. '
She waited for her mother's response, like a cartoon, and held her hand to her ear.
' THANK YOU, HONEY! '
God, it's brutal out here.
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