Transitioning

Chapter Two: Learning

Isabelle was 5 minutes late for class that morning, she ran to class and quickly sat down while the lecture was writing stuff on the board. "Late again I see Miss Phillips. Third time this week!" Mrs Henry turned around and watched Isabelle, "Explain to me why you're late once again? Please I am so interested in the excuse this morning." Isabelle sighed.

"Mrs Henry I can explain! If you'd let me. I woke up this morning late and my parents wanted to give me my birthday presents which made me late. This week I haven't been feeling too great."

"You are lying Miss Phillips. I want you to stay on your free period this morning and clean this room."

"Fine whatever." Isabelle huffed and starting doodling in her notepad. The lesson took longer than expected and now she had to stay in and clean the room while Mrs Henry went out to smoke. All the students left all except for Isabelle.

Isabelle sat on the chair staring outside at the window, the sun shone bright and started to make her dizzy. Her eyes were sensitive against the sun so she decided to move away from the window. Mrs Henry walked back in and put her cup of coffee on her desk. "So you didn't clean? I told you to clean this room Miss Phillips!"

"Who do you think I am! I'm not a slave, and I'm not your skivvy! You do it your goddamn self!"

"Isabelle! You was late to my lesson for the third time this week! I have to keep you in!"

"But I'm 17! I'm at college you can't treat me like a five year old!"

"Well you need to stop with the attitude, I can easily destroy your coursework and make you fail this class!" Mrs Henry watched Isabelle.

"Don't you dare!" Isabelle stepped forward and watched her.

"I'll do it! You don't even want to be on this course! Your records for here show you didn't care about school and because you done bad in your exams you were placed on this delinquents course." Mrs Henry picked up one piece of coursework and started to rip it in half.

"STOP IT!" Isabelle screamed at the top of her lungs, she stepped forward and pushed Mrs Henry into the wall "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Isabelle stood just feet away from her lecture teacher. "What was that?" Isabelle looked at her hands, there was nothing on them which made her push her teacher into the wall. Mrs Henry scrambled to get up off the floor as she did, she gave back Isabelle's work.

"I'm sorry. I.. I... I didn't mean it. Please don't hurt me." Mrs Henry was sincere she was sorry. Her hair was wild and her clothes were ripped and she was frantically shaking with fear.

"I have to go." Isabelle snatched the papers off her and ran to the bathroom.

Isabelle didn't know what had happened, she was angry and then she just flipped a switch. What was the switch, she was overwhelmed with power and adrenaline. Isabelle stood up from the toilet seat and walked out to the mirrors. She stood in front staring at her reflection, her heart and mind were racing. Isabelle filled up the sink with water and splashed it on her face to refresh herself, she had just attacked her teacher and she didn't know why. But something was telling her she liked the rush of attacking, killing. As she watched herself in the mirror, her friend Chelsea walked in. "Oh hey Izzy, You okay you don't look too well?"

"I'm fine. Just bit out of sorts today y'know." Isabelle looked at Chelsea's hand "What happened to your hand?"

"Oh in wood shop today I was sawing some wood for my drawers and sawed into my finger, its sore but I may have to have stitches." Chelsea took off the band-aid to show Isabelle a deep wound that was bleeding. Isabelle had that sick feeling in the gut of her stomach she watched the blood drip from her finger to the floor. "Isabelle are you okay?" Chelsea covered her wound and looked at Isabelle's face. It looked distorted and her eyes were going darker by each minute. "Isabelle!" She clicked her fingers and Izzy came back into the room.

"I'm sorry I have to go." Isabelle picked up her bag and run out the bathroom and quickly made her way back home.