Fan Fiction ❯ Best of Friends ❯ Second Grader(Izzy) ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Pyro_Kitty 
Izzy enters second grade
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 609 | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
Izzy enters second grade
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 609 | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2- Second Grade
The first day of school was always rough for kids, and Isaac Allerdyce was no exception either. The eight-year-old boy never let it bother him though. He was always going to be the new kid wherever he moved to. It stopped bothering him long ago. His father, St. John was sure that his son would give him a problem. The man walked down the hallway to the room and found the boy up and half dressed.
Isaac, or as most people called him Izzy, stood in front of the mirror flexing his muscles. His shirt was off and he had this grin on his face. He was talking to himself, and it took everything for John not to laugh. “Boy what in the bloody hell are ya doin?” He asked speaking up a few minutes later.
“PA’!” Izzy said and turned around with his eyes wide. “I wasn’t doing nothin’!” the boy exclaimed and grabbed his shirt then ran into the bathroom. When he came out, 15 minute later he was completely ready. He had his hair spiked up with gel, more than he actually needed. He wore his baggy jeans and nice shirt, and a belt was hidden underneath. “Ya takin me to school?” He asked immediately.
“Aye lets go boy, ” he says rolling his eyes. The ride to the school was anything but silent. Izzy had found a radio station and sang every song he knew, and the songs he didn’t know. “Ya gonna be ok?” John asked as they pulled up to the school.
“Aye Pa’” Izzy says getting out “see ya after school, love ya” he says and the door shuts.
Izzy walked into the classroom he had been told would be his homeroom and sat down in the back of the room. The students filed in and all took their seats. As the teacher walked in she immediately wrote her name on the board. “My name is Miss Reynolds” She told them. She turned to the class to find none of them listening to her. “I will be your second grade English teacher this year.” she trailed off and then looked to the back of the room and saw Izzy gazing out of the window, with his feet propped up on his desk. “CLASS!” she exclaimed getting everyone’s attention except for the Aussie boy. “Young man, please take your feet off your desk” she asked him. Izzy turned to her and looked around and shrugged and went back to what he was doing. “What’s your name?”
“Izzy, who ya?” he asks looking back at her.
“If you had been paying attention you would know.”
“Fine sheila, Izzy don’t want to know” The class laughed, a smirk formed on his face.
“Let me call roll” The teacher said not up for putting up with the boy at that very moment. “Amanda...”
“Here” a young red head girl said raising her hand.
“Isaac Allerdyce”
“Izzy...” he stated raising his hand.
“Isaac I would like to see you after class”
“Call me Izzy” he stated and was ignored. The teacher went on with the role and then proceeded to the class rules. Izzy rose his hand to say something.
“Yes Isaac”
“Aye...we readin anythin ‘bout fire?”
“No I don’t think so.”
“Is this class gonna be this borin everyday”
“I sure hope not”
“Why aren’t ya teachin Sheila...the class is waitin’.”
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The first day of school was always rough for kids, and Isaac Allerdyce was no exception either. The eight-year-old boy never let it bother him though. He was always going to be the new kid wherever he moved to. It stopped bothering him long ago. His father, St. John was sure that his son would give him a problem. The man walked down the hallway to the room and found the boy up and half dressed.
Isaac, or as most people called him Izzy, stood in front of the mirror flexing his muscles. His shirt was off and he had this grin on his face. He was talking to himself, and it took everything for John not to laugh. “Boy what in the bloody hell are ya doin?” He asked speaking up a few minutes later.
“PA’!” Izzy said and turned around with his eyes wide. “I wasn’t doing nothin’!” the boy exclaimed and grabbed his shirt then ran into the bathroom. When he came out, 15 minute later he was completely ready. He had his hair spiked up with gel, more than he actually needed. He wore his baggy jeans and nice shirt, and a belt was hidden underneath. “Ya takin me to school?” He asked immediately.
“Aye lets go boy, ” he says rolling his eyes. The ride to the school was anything but silent. Izzy had found a radio station and sang every song he knew, and the songs he didn’t know. “Ya gonna be ok?” John asked as they pulled up to the school.
“Aye Pa’” Izzy says getting out “see ya after school, love ya” he says and the door shuts.
Izzy walked into the classroom he had been told would be his homeroom and sat down in the back of the room. The students filed in and all took their seats. As the teacher walked in she immediately wrote her name on the board. “My name is Miss Reynolds” She told them. She turned to the class to find none of them listening to her. “I will be your second grade English teacher this year.” she trailed off and then looked to the back of the room and saw Izzy gazing out of the window, with his feet propped up on his desk. “CLASS!” she exclaimed getting everyone’s attention except for the Aussie boy. “Young man, please take your feet off your desk” she asked him. Izzy turned to her and looked around and shrugged and went back to what he was doing. “What’s your name?”
“Izzy, who ya?” he asks looking back at her.
“If you had been paying attention you would know.”
“Fine sheila, Izzy don’t want to know” The class laughed, a smirk formed on his face.
“Let me call roll” The teacher said not up for putting up with the boy at that very moment. “Amanda...”
“Here” a young red head girl said raising her hand.
“Isaac Allerdyce”
“Izzy...” he stated raising his hand.
“Isaac I would like to see you after class”
“Call me Izzy” he stated and was ignored. The teacher went on with the role and then proceeded to the class rules. Izzy rose his hand to say something.
“Yes Isaac”
“Aye...we readin anythin ‘bout fire?”
“No I don’t think so.”
“Is this class gonna be this borin everyday”
“I sure hope not”
“Why aren’t ya teachin Sheila...the class is waitin’.”
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