Placing the egg in a little container I had stuffed in my bag, from an earlier event, I rose, still glaring at Sophie. Then I broke the contact, while I flung my back over my shoulder. Then I made my way outside to meet Mia. I looked over at her, when she asked me what we had next. Sighing, I uttered slowly: "Gym."

I didn't like gym very much mostly because of two reasons. One, you had to wear this really ugly uniforms, which were pretty skimpy. Two, our teacher was a dork finding on new games we could play. Therefore we played soccer most of the time, due to him being an old player. I probably forgot to mention that most of the boys had their attention on the girls instead of the game.

Making my way outside, Mia somewhere beside me, I went towards the frontdoor. Going inside, I opened into the girls changeroom, before holding the door open to Mia. None of the girls in our class had changed yet, making the boys who peeked inside the opened door, sigh.

"Gym, cool I hope its soccer!" I said happily. I loved gym. I was a good runner and loved to keep active. I loved dancing and have been going to dancing classes since I was six. I love to street dance. Though we never do stuff like that. If we did it would be awesome and I would like it even more.

I walked into the changing room and put my bag down very carefully on the wooden bench. I didn't want Greg to get cracked, that would be awful! I pulled out my shorts that were more like granny pants than shorts and my vest. I qickly got changed and then took off my black pumps, put on my socks and then my trainers. I went to the mirror in the corner, all the girls were crowded round there hoping that their hair hadn't gone curly, they were going to shower after so what did it matter? I piled my hair up into a high ponytail and tied it expertly. I gave myself a small smile in the mirror and then went over to Izzy and smiled at her.

"Ready?" I asked happily, doing some stretches.

I closed the door after she had gotten inside. Then I placed my bag on one of the benches a good piece of way from the door. You never know if the boys decided to peek. I pulled out my grey sweatshirts, simply because I didn't want to show my legs, and a black tanktop. Seeing as my hair already were in a ponytail, I didn't do anything to it. Stripping of my large boots, in black leather, I changed to a pair of white socks, which letted the foot 'breathe', and some sneakers. Then I took out my sweatband, white with a silver cirkel, and putted it on my right wrist.

I really adored sweatbands, they made a great accessory to nearly any outfit. And they were comfortable. I actually had quite a hobby collecting them, much to my mothers displease. They filled up in two of my shelves, but they were pretty small. Looking over at Mia, I nodded slightly, before going out into the hall.

I grinned and walked out of the changing rooms and went into the hall. We sat down on the floor as the coach jogged into the hall. He was wearing grey sweatpants, sneakers, a sweater and a shiny silver whistle was bobbing about at his chest. He waited until the last stragglers came and sat down in the hall. He then took role-call. He shouted out last names rather than first. Sadly some people share a last name. Like Scott and Meghan. They are no relation but they both have the last name "Kenendy" so they both scream here at the same time. Quite amusing.

I shouted here when my name was called and then waited for him to finnish up. When he put the register down he then sat and looked at us.

"Today," he said. "We are going to play dodgeball!"

The whole gym cheered. dodgeball was my favourite. It was the lesson he did when he was bored, the end of term or had a hangover. I think he was bored this lesson. I smiled as he went to the store cupboard and took out the bouncy red ball that was all to familliar.

"Spread yourselves out right, and then I'll throw," He called as we all scrambled round the hall. I took centre posistion, in the thick of the action. Waiting patiently for him to throw it.

My face splitted up in excitement. Even though I wasn't that great in sport, I had a pretty good ball eye. Placing myself in the outer side, I would fish the ball, when there were fewer players. Once I had become the last one alive because of that technic.

Watching out for the ball tenderly, my eyes hit the people who surely would be some of the first out. I mostly spend the first rounds in the game running around dodging the ball and hiding. Then when most of the people were out, I would strike.

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As he threw the ball I ducked and weaved expertly around people, catching and throwing, my aim inpeccable! I threw the ball everywhere. A ball throwing machine, trained to seek and destroy. I was in until almost the last throw, but Andrew blind sided me and threw the ball, hard, at my head.

It hurt! I rubbed y head furiously but stepped down and sat on the bench with the other losers to watch the end of the game before hitting the showers.

(( No problem at all ^^ I'm doing it myself sometimes xD ))

Seeing Mia being shot out, I decided to go into action. With a fast swipe, I stole the ball from Andrew, before he could reach it, and shot on his feet. I've never been one to take chances. Not in something with 'winners' and 'losers' in it. I also am kind of a bad loser, but not in puplic.

Deciding to play safe, I grabbed the ball again and smashed the ball into the legs of another one. Looking over at Sophie, who, surprisingly, still was alive, I rushed to the ball again, grabbed it and swung it at her, hitting her straight in the chest.

She made a 'ouch' sound and the ball dropped to the floor, making me smirk coldly at her. Looking up, my eyes met with the last on the floor, a football player, and we both rushed to get the ball. Colliding with a sliding football player, I fell and landed on the floor, my legs laying over his body.

With a smirk, he grabbed the ball and throwed it at me, hitting me. Then he propped himself up on one arm. "So, Lakefield, never thought you would go down on me so badly." He said cockily. I just rolled my eyes and rose, with a small 'In your dreams'.

I cheered as Izzy threw the ball, hitting them expertly. I was ready to cheer again when she was to floor that football player but then he hit her too and made a comment, I groaned.

"Urgh. Maybe next time Izzy. Good hit on Sophie by the way, she broke a nail!" I said cackling, the ball to the chest threw her and she flomped down on the bench she broke her nail.

I smirked and went into the changing rooms. I took my towel out of my bag and then god undressed and wrapped up in my towel and went off to the showers, taking my shower gel out of my bag as I went. I went to the nearest shower cubical, hung my towel up and then showered.

I came out ten minutes later after a scrub and hair wash. I went back to my clothes and toweled myself dry and got dreesed. I brushed my hair and piled it into a bobble until it dried. I put my bag on my back and twirled with a flourish towards the mirror where I re-applied my make-up and then went over to Izzy for break.

"I love the feeling you get after a good work out!" I said cheerily to her.

Coming over to Mia, I glanced at Sophie, to find her muttering about her nail. I snorted and rolled my eyes again. Then I smirked at Mia's comment. It had been worth it. Coming into the changing rooms, I only took about 5 minutes in the shower cabin.

Drying myself up, I took on my clothes. The black tanktop with some jeans. They're were my favorite set. Exchanging the sweat band with a new one, I sat down near my bag and waited at Mia. Brushing my hair, which were slightly wet, I decided to let it hang loose.

Seeing Mia coming out from the bath, I began to pack my bag. Slipping my gym clothes into it, I flung it over my shoulder, when Mia came over to me. I just shrugged at her comment. I would prefer to be free. Still, I wouldn't want to be fat.

Going out of the door, I stopped up and looked around, trying to find a place to sit down.

My light blue tank top was clinging to my damp skin as I walked. I loved blue, it was my favourite colour. I had on my favourite jeans too, a dark blue denim with a fancy bootcut and light blue thread running up the seams. My trainers, which were white even had blue lightening bolts up the side. My mum said I was mad to wear blue 24/7, she said green suited me much better, "To match your lovely little eyes". I hate green.

It was a little chilly so I pulled my blue sweater out of my bag. I stopped for a moment and put it on, zipping it half way up so it sat elegantly just under my breast-bone. I put my bag back on and then went back over to Izzy.

"So where do you wanna sit? I am starving," I said rumaging in my bag for a small bag of crackers that my mum had packed for me, I loved them. They were little and shaped like animals and one side was covered in yummy milk chocolate and the other side was plain. The perfect way to end a dodgeball session.

I shrugged. I was pleased with anything really, as long as it was shadowy and not too hot. Then I tugged at her hand slightly, before letting go and going over to a bench, in the shadows of some trees. Coming over to the bench, I sat down, pulling my back out and found an pear.

I liked fruit a great deal, it was healthy and tasted pretty good. With a small sigh, I letted my eyes slide over the landscape. Our school was pretty green, with grass and trees and sometimes small flowerbeds with small white windflowers. It was a pretty good setting, when you were tired of being indoors.

Looking over at Mia, I catched some of the boys sitting on a bench some way away, who acted quite childish. I just rolled my eyes over them.

I went out with Izzy and sat down on the bench, putting my bag on the grass and stretching my feet out in the sunshine. Most of the bench was in the shade of the schools famous oak tree. Its well over a hundred years old, planted to signify life or something stupid like that. Now it has just become a place to carve your name into, a shame really.

I pulled out my chocolate carckers and nibbled at one.Yum. I looked over at everyone else, football players fooling around, girls giggling and gossiping, bookworms reading under the shade of a tree, nerds talking about class or walking with a teacher and the popular kids all laughing at others. The way of the school. I don't like the way of the school, I am not noticed or ignored, I am just sort of there.

"So Izzy what do we have next? Is it English?" I asked her as I was halfway through a tiger. I finnished it and then took out an elephant, playing around like a little kid that it was walking across the vast African plaines towrads the watering hole. I giggled to myself and then ate that too.

Finishing my pear, I tucked it at a dustbin seeing it falling inside. Then I leaned back on the bench, deciding to relax a little. Sighing contently, I looked at Mia when she asked me, then I nodded. Then I watched some of the 'popular' kids make fun of a 'nerd' girl. I rolled my eyes again.

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I smiled to myself. English was one of my favourite subjects, mainly because I was good at it, and we had a lovely teacher. Miss Criddles was amazing, transforming the most dull book ever into an exciting literary delight. I loved her class, so warm and friendly, each lesson doing something new and fun. Poetry was a particular favourite.

I munched the rest of my crackers happily and hopped up when the bell rang, break seemed to go so fast! I walked over the grassy bank and back into the bustling hallway, luckily English is on the ground floor, not to far from the main door. I walked the length of the hall and stood waiting outside Miss Criddles class.

English. Not really a class I had a oppinon about. You needed to go to school to get a good job, other than that I didn't fancy it that much. I didn't like mass' that much and where fine with only one close friend. All that fake 'I'm-together-with-her-because-she-give-me-status' weren't something I wanted to begin at. It made me want to puke.

Standing up, a little more slowly than Mia, I followed her, dodging two boys who came running around, probably playing tag or something. Coming to the classroom I went inside and sat down at my desk, beginning to take my stuff out of my bag. Then I looked up, waiting for Miss Criddle.

I smiled at her as she entred us all into her room with a sweeping gesture with her arm, spraying her lovely flowery scent over us all. I took my seat at the front, near the door and pulled out my pen and jotter, ready to start.

Miss Criddle smiled at us all and then did the register. I smiled and trilled "here" as she called my name in her lovely plummy voice. I grinned at her as she stood up and went to the board. She worte down two words and then turned to the class.

"Short Stories. That time of year again folks. Yep, the schools anual short story competition, we have the reining champ of our year in this very room," She said pointing to Ashley at the back, who, on cue turned a lovely shade of red.

"So today I want you to think of a plot and make your plan up and tomorrow we will start writing, Ok chaps? On you go," She said and cocked her hand like a gun and pretended to fire a starting pistol.

I opened my jotter and for the next hour i was lost in my mind, planning my story. I was really excited and this year wanted to win! I ignored teh chatter and buckled down, coming up with the perfect plot.

A circus clown follows a bunch of kids home and they think he is going to kill them but really he is warning them of the real killer stalking them unknown, but they don't listen and get killed anyway.

Perfect plot!

Sighing softly, I muttered a 'here', when my name got announced. Then I looked up at she began to announce the topic we should do: Short stories. Shooting a short glance at Ashley, when she got pointed at. I sighed again.

I wasn't much of a writer, I did my essays and all, but I never made something 'extra ordinary'. I was just a pupil making my homework. Fetching a pencil, I tapped it at the table. A plot.

Maybe I could make a story about a cool swordsman hiring an assistant? Scrapped. A lonely dragon? Scrapped. I sighed and began to draw doodles while I thought. Slowly an elf-like boy emerged on my paper, giving me an idea.

A nature spirit where bounded to a cursed forest, but then a little girl came across the spirit and ended up setting him free.

It sounded good in my mind, so I wrote it down, around the elf boy. He filled nearly the whole paper. I was a better drawer than writer.

My hand flew over the paper, words appearing like magic, my plan coming together just as the bell rang. I threw my jotter in my bag and put away my pen as Miss Criddle said "Right my lovelies, see you tomorrow, rememeber to bring your evaluative essay."

I walked up to Izzy and grinned.

"Short stories, awesome eh? What do we have next, I have forgotten," I said as we left the room.

Setting the last period, I looked quite proudly at the paper, which where totally filled out - both of the elf and my scribbly text. Reading it over again, my pencil tapped slightly on the table, annoying some of them sitting beside me. It was a habit.

Hearing the bell ring, I stuffed my stuff into my bag and rose. Then I went to the front of the classroom, stepping aside so nobody would step into me. Then I waited for Mia. Seeing her come up to me, I nodded slightly.

"Algebra," I muttered slowly. It wasn't one of my favorite classes, due to the teacher being quite unhappy with my 'attitude' as he put it. He was one of the most boring and 'hated' teachers on the school - Mr Brown. There wasn't any brown about him though.

He always wore those dusty, grey suits and probably had seen several centurys. Not that it made him anymore exciting. He could have studied history or been a article on a library. He was dusty and boring enough to be an old book.

I walked the corridors and stood outside Mr Browns class. The smell of old and dust and mold and moths and grossness invaded my nose like an unwelcome visitor. I nearly gagged. He was always so disgusting it was unbelievable. He was so boring too! Not a bit of fun about him either.

I walked into the classroom and sat at my usual seat at the back next to Izzy. I pulled out my jotter and my pen and waited for a period of boredom and confusion as I don't get maths and hate it!

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Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I made it inside the classroom and sat down in my usual seat. Then I picked up my stuff, trying not to breathe through my nose. The smell was nearly as bad as when George farted! And that was really, really wicked. And I usually don't complain about such stuff.

Looking up when Mr Dusty made his way into the classroom, I took a pencil. Then he began to yell the names up with his dusty, grey 'I-really-don't-want-to-be-here' voice. Not that he actually had anywhere to go. I heard he was divorced at young age and never got a new wife. Even a girlfriend for that matter.

I winced slightly, when he pronounced my name. He could make Isabella sound really bad. Not that it didn't in the first place. Izzy where more my style.

(( Tehe xD I get 'em all the time -.-' ))

I tapped my pen on the table and and sighed. Boredom was allready setting in and this was going to be a long lesson. I hope he would lecture us about something so maybe I could catch a little nap. I was up late last night listening to music doing some dancing, mad random dancing with my next door neighbour Lisa. She was staying at my house last night as her mum was away on business in Tokyo, she is going to bring us back a present, as she always does. I love Lisa, she is 10 and loads of fun, we are practiacally like sisters, we always stay at each others houses and things, most people my age would hate being lumbered with someone nearly seven years younger than them, but I don't mind.

I muttered yes when he called my name in his dreary voice, I hated how he said it. Its pronounced M-eye-a though he has to make a big song and dance out of it and says it Meeya. Its really annoying.

He walked to the blackboard and chalked a problem up and for the rest of the period nattered on about double negatives and a negative and a negative equals a positive and all that stuff. I plugged in my Ipod and happily melted into the words of Eminem.

Sighing tiredly, I grabbed a pencil and tried to listen. I succeded pretty good. Beginning to scribble down notes, I layed my head in my hand, which caught Mr Brown's interesse. He leaned forward, breathing the students in front of the class into the noses, making them flinch away. It was quite funny to watch.

"Soeh, Isabella," he drawled, "my class isn't good enough to you? Seeing as you are being comfortable enough to sit like that, you should know the answer." Then he straigthened up and looked at me over his glasses. I just said the answer, making him glare.

(( Brain freeze ))