Finding Isabelle

Chapter Two

Tuesday morning. Marlin and I are in the same biology class, along with Johnny and Louise - two of our other friends whom we began talking to one PS lesson where we were put in the same team in hockey... Lets just say it wasn't the A team we were in. "Fucking biology." Johnny moans.
"Biology is for girls, chemistry and physics is for boys. Simple as." Marlin leans back into his chair and yawns. Personally, I don't think thats... exactly correct.
"Nooooooooo," Louise starts, sitting up straight, "i hate biology, Jesus christ man!" It seems my friends aren't typically the most optimistic people in the world, they don't seem to be too keen on science anyway - i think its pretty interesting to learn about. The solar system amazes me. Thinking about us being just a minuscule dot in a huge galaxy just leaves me in awe; and even that galaxy doesn't compare to its surrounding... "I hate science too." I say, trying to fit in.
"Thought you liked it."
"True."
"Hah."

Second period = more english reading, more shakespeare, more peer-watching, more yawning. Miss White had to wake me up twice and I fell asleep again after the second time.

Recess = the same, inactive 20 minutes. marlin and i were updated on Katie and Kevin's relationship (yes, they're still together after a whole 24 hours!) and to be honest, neither of us gave a shit. It turns out they haven't slept together although she thinks he's the one - but that's what she said about the last... and the last... And the last...

Third period = mental arithmetic, its alright, its decent, its sometimes boring... especially today... But not for Marlin. Katie sat across the classroom doodling on her math folder and inspired me to do the same, so i sat for 40 of the remaining minutes and dragged my pencil in swirly patterns around my blue folder... Until Mr. Drinkwater caught me.

Fourth period = After one period of doodling and doing no work whatsoever, i glanced at my time table and came under the dreadful realisation that mental arithmetic today was a double period. I almost fainted. Was it for another hour of pointlessly drawing or was i going to do some work? Well, seeing as i was yelled at for not doing anything productive for the past whole period, i decided to write a couple of equations on a piece of paper and then.... Fall asleep, basically.

Lunchtime = it is now lunchtime.
"You gotta go to book club, loser. It starts in five minutes." Katie says through chewing gum.
"Fine. Yay. So excited," i respond kinda unenthusiastically.
"Have fun, loser."

I stand up after eating one sandwich and glance at the silver watch on my rather skinny wrist. Actually, it starts now, so i sigh and make my way over to ONE book club in the library. I bloody hope they dont begin rambling on about Shakespeare or any other old poetry that sounds the same. At least I would walk out of the library with, hopefully, plenty of ideas of new books to read that will, hopefully, leave me impressed and maybe even in tears from the amount of emotional quote-worthy dialogues. No, i'm kidding. I prefer books to do with some kind of history, or crime novels, or action novels and maybe sometimes a classic book here and there - like Moby Dick for example.

A few people are walking into the library, looking lazy as hell (thats including me). There are about twenty plastic chairs formed in a circle in the centre of the library and five of them are occupied. In one seat sits the kid that gets the most shit from people in our year, Nigel Fairweather. Nigel is Australian, and that is basically the only thing fairly cool about him - his accent. Otherwise, he just doesn't seem to talk to a single human being within the school grounds other than the teachers when he raises his hand to answer a question. In another seat is Casey Lee, a girl from the band who also seems interested in books (well, obviously). She has a blonde, low ponytail and wears a pair of over-sized glasses; she isn't unattractive, she just makes herself slightly un admirable by what she wears etc. In the two other seats are two random kids from another class, I recognise them but I don't think anyone 'popular' would. In the fifth is someone i vaguely know from my art class - Rosie Rogers (great name, i know). She gestures me over to the seat next to her and so i sit there. Rosie never frowned, she was always... Rosy. She was very ginger with her hair in a bob and freckles across her cute little nose.