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ISABELLA MARIA CATARINA LARGORETTI - GONZALES
THE ARTIST
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Isabella looked up from her newest sketch, surprised, to look at the clock after the bell rang. She frowned before looking down at the sketch. Her eyes narrowed and she growled under her breath as she ripped the page off of her sketch pad to glare at it. Ashton McKay. Why had she sketched him? She didn't even like him. He was a rude, pompous boy who was constantly wearing his arse-hat and showing his ignorant belief that high school would last forever, to everyone every day. Sure his life was glamorous and perfect right now, but after he graduated? Or when he went to college? There'd be a new 'King' there and Ashton would be one of the lowly freshman bugs that would be happy to eat scraps of crumbs that the popular allowed to fall and trickle down to them. Sure, he could in theory eventually become the 'king' again, but Izzy kind of doubted it. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the class, not noticing when her sketch of Ashton fell off of her pile of sketch books to land in the middle of the walkway, face up.
She walked to her locker and switched out her school books, before continuing on to her English class. She smiled brightly at the teacher before moving to the back of the class and sitting down, where she promptly began to sketch again, waiting for class to begin.
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m yxxc r e a t i o nxxp o r t r a y sxxt h a txxi ' mxxxBored and Frustrated
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[size=10][color=chartreuse]Isabella looked up from her newest sketch, surprised, to look at the clock after the bell rang. She frowned before looking down at the sketch. Her eyes narrowed and she growled under her breath as she ripped the page off of her sketch pad to glare at it. Ashton McKay. Why had she sketched him? She didn't even like him. He was a rude, pompous boy who was constantly wearing his arse-hat and showing his ignorant belief that high school would last forever, to everyone every day. Sure his life was glamorous and perfect right now, but after he graduated? Or when he went to college? There'd be a new 'King' there and Ashton would be one of the lowly freshman bugs that would be happy to eat scraps of crumbs that the popular allowed to fall and trickle down to them. Sure, he could in theory eventually become the 'king' again, but Izzy kind of doubted it. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the class, not noticing when her sketch of Ashton fell off of her pile of sketch books to land in the middle of the walkway, face up.
She walked to her locker and switched out her school books, before continuing on to her English class. She smiled brightly at the teacher before moving to the back of the class and sitting down, where she promptly began to sketch again, waiting for class to begin.[/color][/size]
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[size=10][color=chartreuse]Isabella looked up from her newest sketch, surprised, to look at the clock after the bell rang. She frowned before looking down at the sketch. Her eyes narrowed and she growled under her breath as she ripped the page off of her sketch pad to glare at it. Ashton McKay. Why had she sketched him? She didn't even like him. He was a rude, pompous boy who was constantly wearing his arse-hat and showing his ignorant belief that high school would last forever, to everyone every day. Sure his life was glamorous and perfect right now, but after he graduated? Or when he went to college? There'd be a new 'King' there and Ashton would be one of the lowly freshman bugs that would be happy to eat scraps of crumbs that the popular allowed to fall and trickle down to them. Sure, he could in theory eventually become the 'king' again, but Izzy kind of doubted it. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the class, not noticing when her sketch of Ashton fell off of her pile of sketch books to land in the middle of the walkway, face up.
She walked to her locker and switched out her school books, before continuing on to her English class. She smiled brightly at the teacher before moving to the back of the class and sitting down, where she promptly began to sketch again, waiting for class to begin.[/color][/size]
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