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Isabella Clang swaggered confidently, if a little bit bored, into her boring music class.
She then proceeded to stare pointedly at a little girl with glasses and, as she rudely sneered at the poor girl, a very large nose.
She sat down, and loudly started snoring as soon as the music teacher walked into his classroom.
Her long, blond hair swayed in the wind coming in from the open windows. The long, straight locks swept over her tiny button nose.
Her eyelids were closed over her perfect green eyes. Everything about her, including her stylish high-necked royal top (with the latest style of fake sequinned buttons) screamed that she was the kind of girl you did not want to mess with. She was clearly not an open book.
"When can we do something, like, interesting?" Izzy yawned, as sassily as she could manage.
Meanwhile, the long-suffering saxophone enthusiast could only manage a flabbergasted "What did you just say young lady?".
"Ooohh, young lady! That is like so scary. Anyway, can you teach us about make-up?" She did not have time for being subtle.
All she wanted was a fashion lesson; she wasn't even bothered to hide the fact that she had such a lingering, desperate need for fashion that she would do anything to fill her need.
And why did she feel a lingering necessity to live in a cave?
"What do fashion tips have to do with music?" The dull teacher was getting tired of the difficult girl's shenanigans.
"Uh, duh? Isn't it obvious? Musicians are nerds who have no fashion taste. So are you." Izzy yawned loudly.
That was the last straw. "THAT IS IT YOUNG LADY. YOU HAVE DETENTION." The music teacher condemned her to clean his closets, which nobody had done for 6 years.
Izzy groaned, and grudgingly made her way over to the cupboards.
"Not now!" Mr. Tolem pointed an angry finger at her. So that is how it came to be that Izzy sacrificed her after-school shopping session to clean and organise a boring set of cupboards.
Or, at least, she thought they were boring...
After school, the mean girl set to work. She began organising by hiding mess behind tidy stacks of books and flutes.
Exhausted, she went to open the last cupboard.
That is when she discovered everything...