A/n; me again. I'd like to thank all of my reviewers including Star of calamity, Shadowleaf264, maxride333, SweeneyLovett, Max4Ever1996, beneath the menoa tree, BookWormForLife, she wants to move, SeeksDreamsAndFindsHope, pinkcatheaven, Kelsey Goode, and Anonomous.
Also, seeing as I like to respond to everyone's reviews with a message, this is my message to whoever wrote a review under anonomous; Wow, thanks! I'm really flattered. *grins*!
-Shadowpast
Ps; I know, I know, haven't updated in frickin forever. I'm sorry! Don't kill me. *cowers* wait, you don't know where I live. Except for a few of you, if your still reading this.
Different POV;
Iggy and Ms. Coulter walked down the hallway, and entered the office.
Ms. C; So, Iggy, how are you today?
Iggy; I'm fine. How are you today?
Ms. C; I'm fine thanks. So, I was wond-
Iggy; How old are you?
Ms. C; *looks taken aback* about 20 why?
Iggy; Just wondering. Do you have a boyfriend?
Ms. C; *looks at Iggy strangely* we are getting off topic. Now, how has your week been?
Iggy; Fine. So, do you?
Ms. C; Do I what?
Iggy; have a boyfriend *rolls eyes*
Ms. C; Well, yes *looks uncomfortable * now, what was one interesting thing that happened to you this week?
Iggy; Umm, listening to Max get angry at the girls when they annoyed her about Fang. Is he hot?
Ms. C; who, Fang?
Iggy; No! God no! I could have told you he was hot with the millions of girls that want him Sheesh. I meant your boyfriend?
Ms. C; Fang is popular? I thought you were on the run?
Iggy; yeah, but he has a blog. So, is he?
Ms. C; How does he have a blog?
Iggy; Because we stole like, some government laptop that has its own satellite, now tell me is he, or is he not?
Ms. C; YOU STOLE A LAPTOP!
Iggy; Yes, now is he hot or not?
Ms. C; IGGY! HOW COULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME? YOU COULD BE THROWN IN JAIL!
Iggy; …
Ms. C; DON'T YOU FEEL GUILTY?
Iggy; … Anyways, is he hot or not?
Ms. C; DON'T YOU DARE GO CHANGING THE SUBJECT!
Iggy; Gosh, no I don't feel guilty, oh, do you know what's for lunch today? They do have cafeteria here right?
Ms. C; Iggy, how could you do such a terrible thing? Didn't your mother raise you better? *sounds very ashamed, and disappointed*
Iggy; *scoffs* yeah, because the School was big on mothering. *says in high pitched voice;* Iggy, darling, don't talk with your mouth full. Iggy, sweet, use a napkin. Iggy, don't pick locks, and hot wire cars. Iggy, love, don't steal top secret government computers. *goes back to normal voice;* yeah, they were real big on manners, and whats right and wrong. *rolls eyes*
Ms. C; Of course your school taught you manners. It's only proper.
Iggy; *mutters* and to think I was almost flirting with her
Ms. C; What was that?
Iggy; nothing
Ms. C; that's nothing Ma'am
Iggy; mmmm maybe if I go into silent mode it will go better
Ms. C; *sigh* Alright Iggy. Now, who is someone you talk to?
Iggy; Uhh, my flock?
Ms. C; * blank stare*
Iggy; My family?
Ms. C; Oh that's wonderful! What do you talk about?
Iggy; Well, to Gazzy, I talk about how to make bombs, and how to blow up erasers, and to Max, well, um, she's kinda been avoiding talking to me lately, seeing as I keep annoying her about a certain someone *smirk*, and then uhh Fang doesn't talk much. Except to Max.
Ms. C; *eyebrows raised* Interesting… Well that's very nice Iggy.
Mysterious Voice; HI IGGY!
Iggy; Gaah!
Mysterious Voice; It's Angel!
Iggy; oh. Why aren't you talking to your therapist?
Angel; He sorta passed out… I guess I scared him a little. Anyways, watcha doin?
Iggy; Oh no.
Ms. C; *Claps in front of Iggy's face* Iggy! Iggy! Wake up! On the count of three, when I touch your head, wake up. One, two, three *touches his head*
Iggy; What the h- *reaches out and grabs the hand before it reaches him*
Ms. C; IGGY! MANNERS!
Iggy; Oh… Woops…
Ms. C; I am going to sign you up for etiquette classes. You could greatly benefit from them.
Loud Voice; THEY WERE ANNOYING ME ABOUT FANG!
Ms. C; What was that!
Iggy; Max
Ms. C; Was that 'mysterious someone' Fang?
Iggy; *nods slowly up and down*
Ms. C; That girl could have so much better. She really must improve her tastes.
Iggy; *laughs comes out slightly high pitched* yeah, tell that to her face.
Ms. C; I most certainly will. Anyways, this class is over. Next week, we shall start your new sessions Iggy. Goodbye.