((Isabella is your classmate, but that’s about all you know about her. In fact, you don’t think you’ve even heard her speak once! She’s not a bad looking girl; long black hair, cute eyes. But she’s so reclusive and quiet that no one’s ever been able to hold a conversation with her. Maybe you’ll be the first to break through her walls and see the true girl behind those quiet eyes…))

You were late. Really late. On the first day of school of all days. As you rushed into the classroom, the teacher stared at you disapprovingly. The class was full, except for one seat near the back, next to that mysterious girl you’ve seen around a couple times. Reluctantly, you walked over and sat down. Neither of you exchanged words as the class began, but after a bit, you swore you could hear a small voice from the girl next to you. — …Hello…