2 years later....
Isabelle’s POV
“Get up were going to be late!!!!” I mentally groaned because I know she would kill me if I did it one more time out loud. Sarah’s always hated me.
I dragged myself out of bed and to my dresser as I heard the door slam. Oh well, I dont want to see her anyway.
Every since I came to this boarding school everyone has hated me. It may be because I always dress with clothes that only I like and are apparently “not in style”. Or maybe its because they just have a weird-ar or so they think they do. But they don’t know the real me, not even close.
As I dragged myself to the bathroom I see Molly standing in the mirror looking like a clown with all the crap on her face that people call make-up. I hate the fact of changing who you are.
He gave me her usually stink face and looked back to the mirror. It was almost like she lived next to a sewage treatment plant she is so good at it.
She continued to look into the mirror as she spat out, “What brings you to the bathroom, Isabelle? Not like you wanna look at yourself in the mirror.”
“Yeah, your right. Wouldn’t want to turn into a selfish bitch like you, now would i?”
I could see her face tighten and want to fight back, and I was prepared to hear those empty, lifeless words.
“At least I’m not a f****** loaner like you with no one to love!” and she stormed out. Wow, short and sweet, just how I like it.
I usually expect her to call me something that anyone would be offended by but me, but she used my only weakness for once; my family.
The day I was on the plane on my way to this boarding school a year ago, ready to make a new start, My mom and dad died. I never got the whole story, and I never really wanted to, but a man came walking on the street with his dog and found them both dead on the side of the road. He said that it looked like their skin had been shaved off in some places with many scratches. When he left to call the police, they came back and they were both gone.
On the other hand, she actually used her brain for once to do some damage, but I quickly shook it off and went off to class.
As I walked along through the campus to class, of coarse no one is outside because I am about 20 minutes late, as always…
I slammed the door behind me making heads turn my way, including Mr. Bender’s. He was probably the most chill, amazing and most understanding teacher you will ever meet… except to me. He absolutely hated me and how I acted.
“Ms. Gale, would you like to explain yet again why you do not wish to care to come to my class on time?”
I would have answered, but everytime he talks and tries to be all fancy I just cant help but crack up inside my head.
“Well, lets just say my alarm clock hates me.” Yeah, that was a pretty good excuse this time… I guess.
“You don’t even have an alarm clock you dweeb!” Sarah blurted out. Great, what a roommate you are.
Mr. Bender just sighed and said, “Just take your seat. I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” Fine by me….
“Ok, today we are going to talk about the end of the world.” Wow, maybe we can actually talk about something that’s interesting in Bible today.
As he blabbed on, I realized this wasn’t as interesting as I thought it would be. It was just about ways that Jesus could do it and blah. I really was a religious Christian girl until recently when my life turned to s***.
“ISABELLE!” I heard Mr. Bender scream as I snapped out of my daydream.
“Yeah?” I asked, trying to make him annoyed.
“Tell me how you think he would do it?”
I know he was talking about the world ending. As all the heads turned around to face me, I knew exactly what I was going to say.
“Zombie Apocalypse… duh.”
I knew this was coming. The laughs, the stares, the 'Wow, didn’t think you were that stupid!' But there was something I heard that I didn’t hear coming.
“Why? Can you continue?” the words can out of Mr. Bender’s mouth like he was anticipating my answer. I suddenly felt like I could finally let it out.
“Well, I don’t think that god would do anything like flood the earth again, or just kill us all in a blink of an eye. I think he would want us to have our final hours, days months or years to be up to us.” Now instead of snickers, I saw wide eyes staring at me like I was One Direction. But I continued.
“He would want us to have a chance to survive and make the best of what was happening. Learn from our mistakes that we have made in our lives and realize that we had a lot before something bad happens. He wants to know that we can learn from our mistakes and what we have done.”
The roon was silent for a minute, nothing but Mr. Benders akward koo koo clock ticking.
“Well, that might have been the answer I have heard all day, Ms. Gale.”
Right then the bell rang making me want to say more and now hear other people’s answer to hear how stupid they are compared to mine, but I needed to get out of this hell hole.
“Hold on Ms. Gale.” I wanted to just keep walking and avoid another detention, but the tone in his voice almost sounded like he liked me.
I turned around to see him right in front of me pulling me to the side, “I need to talk to you.”
