Once Upon A Psyco

Once Upon A Psyco


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Shipping- Noah/Izzy

When- After Total Drama World Tour

'''About- Izzy has abonded her psychotic ways, yet she's not happy. When an old friend reunites her with a friend she has missed he trys to bring her back'''

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Chapter 1- A Small Opening
I walked down the street of my town avoiding eye-contact. People didn’t know my past, perfect. I entered the salon and rapped my fingernails on the secretary’s desk as she hung up her phone.

“Yes.” She said in an irritated tone I heard so much of.

“I have an appointment.” I shot back rolling my eyes.

“You Izzy?” She asked.

“It’s Isabel.” I snapped, “And yes, I do.” She pointed to a young blonde girl talking on her phone, who reminded me of Lindsay and that thought made me smile. I walked over to her and said, “I’m Isabel.” She hung up and looked at me.

“My 1:00? Oh perfect! What do you need darling?” She was bubbly and sweet. Ugh.

“I want my hair straightened and died black, no exceptions.” She was taken back still smiling, but less brightly.

“But you’re orange curls are so lovely!”

“Change it!” I barked. In my purse I found a magazine and opened it. It was “Celebrity Manhunt” my smile turned into shock when I read the next words, “Total Drama Edition.” I checked the table-of-contents to see my name. Nothing. They had nothing on me, good. I breathed a sigh of relief and flipped to the next page. A sigh of content flowed from my mouth and I heard it crack. I remembered my last words before I left Owen, Chris, that hell-hole, and my psychotic was,

''Logic. We are incompatible, ergo the relationship must end. Adu''. A tear ran down my check, I didn’t even properly leave the show. To them I was still a nutcase; I was still- I was snapped into attention by the blonde woman. Saying,

“Ma’am you’re hair is finished.” I examined the long black locks with content. I simply nodded and handed the woman her money. “I was thinking about this the entire time. I know where I’ve seen you from! You’re Izzy from Total Drama Island.”



It felt like 1,000,000 eyes on me and the only thing I could do was bolt through the door. But with that option there will be suspicion, and with suspicion comes noisy neighbors who can’t mind their business. Yet option B felt like the right choice, just flat out deny it. “You must be mistaking, my name is Isabel Tellerman I have recently moved here from-“I paused. Ontario would seem to close to Izzy so I said, “Yukon. My uncle took care of me there, but I hated the cold. He was a researcher and I was his assistant.” I hoped the story seemed believable or believable enough so I could make my way back to my condo. I turned around, not being able to face her. “Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” I felt her eyes boring in on me, but I walked out the door and walked home, though the jitters wouldn’t stop.



I got home and rushed into the bedroom and lied down and in a sudden burst of energy and confidence I dialed the number of an old friend, someone I knew, who I could trust. I dialed Bridgette’s number.

I was freaking out when I realized what I had done. “Hello?” said a young voice. Bridgette asked,

“Do I know you?”

“It’s me! Isabel!”

“I don’t know an Isabel. Sorry.”

“Wait, are you Bridgette Muldoon?”

“How do you know my maiden name?” Bridgette was ''married? ''“My name is Bridgette Fiesta.” To Geoff? Wait, that’s not surprising.

“How ‘bout Bell? Do you know a Bell?”

“No sorry.” I could say a name, a simple name and everything would be okay. I could say E-Scope, Exspolevio, or Esquire. Those didn’t fit me anymore than my old name. One name, that’s all I had to say, and she would know who I was, but she would still think I was crazy. I could open and close a world of hurt with that name. I took a deep sigh and said,

“It’s Izzy.”