After a 20 minute subway ride, which Izzy felt longer than usual, she was finally home. She couldn't calm down in the whole time she was on the train and Logan was still spitting in her head. What was he allowing himself, such an ass. Somebody should teach him a lesson.
She unlocked the front door, took off her shoes and put her bag down by the wardrobe. Suddenly the door of the wardrobe, in which actually only the jackets were hanging, opened and Izzy's little sister Beth jumped out. Man, what was that supposed to mean? They were all targeting Izzy today. First the embarrassing incident with Ben, then the thing in the auditorium, then came this idiot Logan and now Beth too. What was Izzy doing wrong. Today just wasn't her day. "And did I scare you?" "No, Beth, why should I be scared of you? Well, although sometimes when you look into your face it's really scary!" Giggling Izzy went towards the stairs to go to her room, there she heard Beth call: "Mom, Izzy is so mean to me!"No, she couldn't be that childish, because of something like that she ran to her mom, crying." Oh Izzy, you're already there. Come on into the kitchen, the meal will be ready soon. "That was her mother." No ma, I'm not hungry. "Izzy grabbed her bag and disappeared into her room.

She put her bag next to the desk that was right under a window. From here Izzy had a wonderful view. First a few houses that became less and less and then the sea. So nice blue. It was always quite a bit to drive until she was there, but it was always worth it. It's good that the train went directly there.
Izzy sat down on her nice, large bed. Her 2 favorite place, right after the window sill on which she so often made herself comfortable. Her walls were painted a warm, delicate apricot. She liked that color. There were many photos of her and her friends on one wall. Most of all with her and Laura.Izzy was glad she had Laura. Knocking tore her from her thoughts. The door opened and Izzy's mother stood in it. Oh dear, that mother-daughter talk came back.
"Hello, may I sit down with you?"
"Sure, come here," Izzy said, a little annoyed, but she didn't really let it show.

"What's the matter with you? As soon as the first day of school is over, you're already unbearable again."
"Oh ma, today is just not my day."
"Well, if that's the case then every day is not your day. As soon as school starts you are like that. Every year. Again and again. During the holidays you are always completely different."
"Yes, I know, but I can't change it either. I'm sorry."
"Hmm, let's talk about it again! Are you coming down to dinner with me now?"
"No, I already said that I'm not hungry. It's always like this at lunchtime. You should know that by now." Izzy smiled a little.
“All right.” Her mother got up and walked out of the room. Izzy slumped back on her bed, picked up the remote from her stereo, and turned on the CD.Norah Jones began to sing in her puffed, dreamy voice. Izzy closed her eyes and surrendered to the music that slowly lulled her to sleep.