"Where is Isabella?" Jilliane asked as she walked into changeroom #1.
"I saw her grandma outside," Jilliane continued. "I'm not sure where she is; she's probably with the rest of her class in another changeroom," replied Mariella, one of Jilliane's many friends.
"Ah, alright," Jilliane responded as they both continued putting on their skates. Once they finished, Jilliane waited for Mariella, who was helping one of her classmates, Heyabel, tighten the laces on a borrowed pair of skates.
After Mariella assisted Heyabel, they stepped out of changeroom #1 to look for their friend, but unfortunately, didn't see her. A few minutes later, they noticed someone from Isabella's class. "Hey!" Mariella called out to get Jilliane's attention. "She's probably in there," she said, pointing to a door. "I saw someone from her class come out of changeroom #1."
Jilliane confirmed that Isabella was probably inside when she saw Isabella's grandma walking out. "Yeah, she's in there. I just saw her grandma leave." Just then, Isabella walked out, wearing her normal uniform with a jacket on top, but she also had her skates on.
While waiting for something to happen, Jilliane, feeling bored, stood on metal with her skates, fully aware that it could damage them. "Hey! Don't do that!" Isabella exclaimed, pointing her finger in disapproval. They both giggled a bit at the situation. Suddenly, Marco, a mischievous boy who plays basketball and wears braces, gave Jilliane a light smack on the head, enough to grab her attention. "Haha!" he laughed.
Mariella, wanting to be a little annoying, also hit Jilliane on the head. Jilliane turns around to confront Mariella, who immediately regrets her action and tries to back away from Jilliane, and towards Isabella to hide behind. "Do it again, I dare you!" Jilliane says playfully but with a hint of seriousness. "I'm sorry," Mariella replies, though she didn't truly mean it. Jilliane lifts her hand, and Mariella notices, quickly ducking her head and raising her arm above her head for protection.
SMACKK!.
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Jilliane struck Mariella on the top of her head, causing her to stumble back. Feeling dizzy, Mariella placed her hand on her head, and Jilliane hit her again.
"Ouwwww.." Jilliane and Isabella somewhat giggled, but it seems that Isabella's were more shocked giggles. "I even had my helmet on.. what the hell.?" Mariella thinks to herself. Jilliane, on the other hand, had other thoughts, "I wanna slap her again..."
After hitting her, apologizes. "Why does every time she hits me it always makes a loud sound that surprisingly no one else can hear?!" Mariella thinks to herself.
After some apologies, Mr. Proffiti approached the group of mixed seventh and eighth graders. "Seventh and eighth graders!" he called out, repeating himself much louder this time: "Seventh and eighth graders!"
"First of all, get out of the puddle; your skates are going to rust," he said, and the group reluctantly stepped out of the water. "Secondly, you're all too old for the cones, and you're too tall..."
The seventh and eighth graders sighed in disbelief, exchanging shocked glances. "Hey," Mariella whispered to her friends, "I think I can probably get away with that." This made them all laugh.Finally, they made contact on the ice, with the three of them holding on to the edge of the rink. "Let's go, guys!"
They skated... skated... and skated some more. It wasn't very interesting, especially with all the times they almost got hit by reckless skaters. Toward the end of the skating period, most of the kids started racing. The eighth graders won most of the time since they were taller and generally better skaters.
Isabella returned to her class's changing room while Jilliane and Mariella headed back to theirs. On their way, Mariella noticed someone sitting on the benches with ripped pants and a bloody right thigh.
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt... What a waste of pants," she thought to herself, not expecting that to be the whole topic of conversation among the others in the changing room.
"Hey, did you hear that Dominic got hurt?" people said. Jilliane and Mariella, however, both thought somewhat similarly: the ripped pants seemed more important to them than the boy's well-being. They ended up going back and forth with the rest of the class about why the pants were a bigger concern than Dominic's injury, though inside they somewhat cared about the boy.The day had been fun, at least for Jilliane... Mariella would have found it better if it had been a Friday.
Revising? What's that? :3
