My name is Iz. It's pronounced the same way "is" is. This story starts with me at age 9. I was in third grade. It sucked. People were mean to me there. The good part is that the idiots that go to my school made me feel like Albert Einstein. Even though I DID have trouble in school. But I'm gonna cut to the chase.
Iz: U CANT MAKE ME MOVE, MOM!
Mom: Yeah i can. u liv with me and ur coming with me to louisiana
Iz: But ITS SO HOT THERE!
Mom: and we cant find good jobs in colorado so we're stuck in Louisiana get use to it
Iz: But wat about Miza?!
Mom: That girl u leik?
Iz: That girl i LOV!
Mom: It's a new girl everyday -_-"
Iz: shes dah one though!
Mom: u always say that. b sides! ull meet some 1 better here!
Iz: i hope so.
I really doubted I'd find anyone. But I was just about to move.
Iz: U CANT MAKE ME MOVE, MOM!
Mom: Yeah i can. u liv with me and ur coming with me to louisiana
Iz: But ITS SO HOT THERE!
Mom: and we cant find good jobs in colorado so we're stuck in Louisiana get use to it
Iz: But wat about Miza?!
Mom: That girl u leik?
Iz: That girl i LOV!
Mom: It's a new girl everyday -_-"
Iz: shes dah one though!
Mom: u always say that. b sides! ull meet some 1 better here!
Iz: i hope so.
I really doubted I'd find anyone. But I was just about to move.