Ah, yes. UniChicago. The place where dreams come true. I never wanted to go to school but I have to become what I want so school it is. Anyway as I was walking to my room I heard a girl apparently sassing at her mom. "Yes, Mom, I didn't forget my sledgehammers. Or my brass knuckles. Or my hammer. Now will you quit bothering me? Uncle Snoop is going to kill me if I don't think of another song perform on his show, so bye!" She looked like this:
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She was perfect. Dark grey eyes. Cute smile. The perfect amount of sass. My thoughts were interrupted by a "Move it, pretty boy", followed by a push. " Rude." I thought aloud. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it." A voice said. I turned around to find the girl sassing her mom. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, hi I'm Jace Norman, and you are?" I said like an idiot." Isabella Graham, don't wear it out. But everyone just calls me Isa." She says as we shake hands. But as we were shaking hands something came over me. No, it was not hatred. I think it was weakness! But no girl has ever made me weak like this. And then her phone started ringing. Really loud. "Sorry, I gotta take this." She said in an angry tone and left. Something's going on with Isa. And I'm going to find out.
