Chapter 1: How are we friends?

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The bell rings thrice and my watch shows a minute to seven in the morning. "It is another day that I would not prefer to have", I mumbled alone to myself while heading to the front door.

Anyway, I am Isabella Isaac. But my family members adress me as Ella. I am one of those girls who usually walk to school alone because obviously, I do not even have a deskmate in my class and this leads to the fact why I am kind of friendless. Ha Ha. - as in a sarcastic way.

Lets' get back to the point, I heard one of my classmate was injured during his basketball match. Everybody had gone to visit him while he was in the ward for the past few days but it does not include me. I do not really know my classmates well and I also did not know their names nor I have talked to them.

"Noah, why are you sitting in the back? I do not think you want me to move to and fro to meet the doctors for you -his parents are doctors. Come and have a sit infront until you are in the pink of health again." Alright, wait. I am shocked. Did Mrs. Reann asked him to sit infront just now? I am not fine. "What are you looking for, Ella? Are you that lack of common sense to help your sick friend? Go and bring his chair and desk infront." I wish I am able to rebel and refuse our homeroom teacher's command though but I really do not want any trouble to posibbly happen.

It is almost recess and Mrs. Reann left a bit early.

"Is this a gift from God so that I would have a friend at least.. Hmph." I know that I have been sighing for the past hours and only the verbal inside of my mind has spoken. I feel so scared to even try to talk to him, but as he is now my deskmate why not, I thought to myself.

"Is that Spongebob and his Pineapple's house?"  Oh my God, Oh my Lord. I have spoken the first phrase as in a move to make a friend. Oh dear, please answer me. Please do not leave me hanging with a one word answer, please. Because if not it will be so damn awkward, right.

When I nervously waiting for his answer, "Yes."  

Sigh. I wonder if my heart is like the glass because I heard it breaks. 

"Hey, I said 'Yes' though, and are you not going to ask either 'this' is Patrick's house or not?" He is pointing to his 'Spongebob's Town' drawing on his white A4 paper.

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