A nervous Issabelle Bubblestone went to take her seat as the class glared holes through her. Her unsteady hands went to check her schedule. This should be 2-D Art, a glance at the board confirmed it. But why was everyone there from her old school? She had arrived before the bell rang so she tried to make small talk, but nobody would let her in the conversation. Her classmates ignoring her as soon a two, stuttering words made it out her mouth, her voice overpowered. In defeat, she found her worn sketch-book and started etching the beginnings of a human form in graphite. The bell rang with a start and she heard a familiar, harsh tone from over her shoulder and she almost screamed but hushed the reaction as much as she could.
"You shouldn't be using that, put it away or I'll take it." Her 6th grade home room and social studies teacher, Mrs. Gerville started.
"But you're not supposed to be here, Mr. Mazeezee teaches this class, I met him at regist-" Issabelle's attempt to reason was cut off.
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, YOUNG LADY." Mrs. Gerville snatched the sketch-book from her arms, the class stared smugly, chattering away.
"Please don't take that!" Issabelle pleaded as Mrs. Gerville passed her private notebook around to her jeering peers.
"NO! YOU DESERVE THIS BECAUSE YOU WERE TALKING AND YOU DIDN'T WAKE UP! IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! C'MON, WE'RE LATE! ISSABELLE!"
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The Nightblog Girl (2nd Draft)
Fiksi RemajaIssabelle Bubblestone is a girl of disappointment, the word "sorry", stress, missed deadlines, and misplaced words that set off endless lectures. Andradite Wonderlock is a girl with all her skills to offer, fandoms, and the ":3" emoticon. They're bo...
