Lisa signed up for the book club but, however, things took a twist. When she walked into the colorful and peaceful library, she found out she was being paired up with Ivy. This would have been fine if she wasn't being an annoying, gossipy idiot.
Lisa's grades were perfect. She always completed her homework and put in a hundred percent of effort in class. She never got detention and has always used the little criticism she gets to improve. Although her parents never appreciated her efforts, they always picked on the odd things, the occasional B in Math's or the satisfactory for English. So, when Ivy gave a bunch of criticism about her clothes, and grades and efforts Lisa felt like she would cry.
When class had started, Lisa felt like it had never come. Her parents would not approve of a book club, but Lisa joined anyway. They wanted her to read educational books about certain subjects. According to them, fiction was a waste of time. As they worked, Ivy did not stop talking, which irritated Lisa.
"You know Lis, Moby Dick isn't even that good of a book. You should read the Hunger Games", Ivy said.
"You just read Moby Dick before!" Lisa snapped, but regretted later, because she got house points taken off her.
"You know Lis... you should improve your tone," Ivy said in her sassy voice while tracing a Z in the air. "It will only get you in trouble."
"Don't call me Lis", Lisa replied grumpily.
"Your temper is really out of fire!" Ivy screamed. All of a sudden, a jug of water nearby rose up, while Lisa was just staring intensely at it.
The whole club started to scream and yell while the jug slowly rised and made it's way around the class. It was utter pandemonium till the teacher got back.
"LISA! I am very disappointed in you. That is not the way you speak to a grade twelve student. I expect better from you. I'm deducting points from your school house." Her teacher scolded Lisa.
"Oh, so Ivy's not getting points taken off for screaming in a library?" She muttered under her breath.
When the teacher dismissed the class, Lisa was the first to leave. She never wanted to go back to that horrid club. And she never wanted to show her face to Ivy again. But she couldn't help wondering, the jug had risen from the table while she was staring at it. Nothing like that had happened before. What could this possibly mean?
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Teenage Drama
Tienerfictie'I never want to go back to that school again!' Lisa Martin is just an ordinary teenage girl living in an ordinary rural town. Or that's what she tells herself. The summer before eleventh grade, she is enrolled in a high performing school with stri...
