“may isabelle thompson please proceed to the principal’s office.i repeat,isabelle thompson,to principal’s office” the voice kept shouting through the old gray mic.
Lunch break was nearly over.
Isabelle was a pain in the ass.
Surely not the ordinary girl.
Isabelle only cared and loved three things:
Her heroes,
Her haircut
And her absolute intolerance of others people stupidity.
A very cruel,soulless,charming creature.
Over her childhood,she forced her schoolmates to be afraid of her several times.
When she was 11,her arch enemy at the time,vicky taylor,decided to stick a gum onto isabelle’s pretty red hair.
Some people might assume
She was
A jealous girl,
A soon-to be- bitch
Or a typical barbie of her times.
Isabelle thought different.
Vengeance.
For a whole year,she didn’t do anything.nothing.
Something extremely remarkable for her kind of behavior and manners.
But she only waited for the right time.
You see,isabelle was a very clever girl and had pretty soon realised that,in order to overachieve,you need to be patient,self-disciplined and never forget your target.
So,a monday morning,a year later,she acted.
Through the first months,she gained confidence of poor vicky’s best friends.
This is how she learned when vicky had her period for the first time at the tender age of 12.the very next minute,a weird smile gave away some of her revengful thoughts.
A smile that sam pekinpa would adore
And would make charles bukowski act nicely.
The very next day she brought in class her two new dogs,named albert (stands for albert einstein) and quentin (in sake of quentin tarantino,her favorite director,half-famous at the point).
When the class had gym,she asked for a permission to go see the doctor.
Then,she got out of the school,got her new best friends into the school’s yard and approached her rival closely.
Vicky began to freeze.
Someway,somehow,she knew.
Isabelle moved quickly.
The dogs began to bark non-stop.fear was born.
First,she punched vicky right in the face and then,she threw two steaks she was holding,served with ketchup,just to make them easier to smell and see for the dogs,around her pants.
Oh,it was the time of her life.
The dogs threw themselves viciously into the blood coming out of vicky’s underwear.
They would bite,smell,chew and lick anything you can imagine.
After a few minutes,vicky fainted.
Fortunately and surprisingly for her,because of embarrasment and not because of the pain.
Many years later,stories say that ben patton,the boy she had a crash on at the time,threw up his lunchbox,after watching that scene.
And our little devil was standing over there,crying herself to laughs,one after another.
She was happy.
Isabelle never looked back.
By the age of eighteen,isabelle had grown into a very impressive,pretty lady with a red mohawk and a very stylish look always stubbed in her eyes.
The world was her’s,as she thought at the time.
But failure meets every person.
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