Isabella sat down by Tom and looked over at him.
"You look so sad. How come?" Isabella asked with a concerned look on her face.
"You ask too many questions." Tom sighed and hopped off of his bed.
"Where are you going Tom?"
"To get supper." Tom replied, heading out the door.
She followed Tom down a few flights of stairs into a larger room where kids were sitting in various areas smiling and talking loudly. Tom sat down at a table away from everybody else, followed by Isabella who got wide-eyed looks from everybody in the orphanage. Everything was silent, and Tom seemed not to notice. Some heels clacked and echoed through the hall, stopping behind them.
Isabella smiled and looked back over to a spot in the ceiling.
"It looks like Isabella already made a friend." Mrs. Cole said from behind them with a pleasant smile as she put her hand on Isabella's shoulder. Tom didn't look up but Isabella smiled. Mrs. Cole turned around and everybody began eating again, but with hushed whispers about how crazy this the new girl must be to associate with someone as mental as Tom Riddle.
Isabella's temper flared. She turned around to a pair of girls behind them and gave them the evil eye. She realized that they were in that group of girls yesterday
"Well you've sure got all your information haven't you? But you know I don't really think I even have the slightest desire to even associate with you three, the only reason I'm doing so right now is to tell you that Tom's been more of a friend to me than you have."
"I thought I told you earlier. I rule here Isabella." The girl spat at her.
"I thought I told you that I didn't care." Isabella smiled. She was unaware that Tom who was pretending not to care about their conversation was actually absorbed with Isabella's daring talk with Amy; the girl who thought she owned the orphanage.
"And if you are the queen of this place, why in the world would you want to be? The orphanage queen…wow that really…pops." Isabella smiled smugly and turned back to eating. Tom was secretly smirking to himself, hoping that Isabella wouldn't notice it.
On Isabella's first day she accomplished much and lost much. She'd become friends with the feared Tom Riddle, which was a great thing on it's own. Although she'd made her mark as an oddball among the children at the orphanage, she didn't care. She knew that her rivalry with Amy would be fun, since she just loved to toy with people's mind. Maybe staying in this horrid hell of an orphanage wouldn't be so bad as long as she could have some fun along the way. It was better than the house she called home but it was missing one important detail that would make this place a lot better; Cygnus. Isabella always adored her brother. He was always so kind to her despite the neglect and abuse she suffered from her parents and her grandparents.
The next day was Sunday. Isabella was woken up by a sharp rap on the wooden door. She bolted up from her uncomfortable bed, underneath her blue wool blanket. It was the itchiest thing she'd ever felt and had made it difficult to sleep. Isabella hoped that she would get used to the constant discomfort Wool's Orphanage had to offer.
"You're still asleep?" Tom asked when she opened the door, sleepily.
"Yes." Isabella yawned and used her fingers to brush her dark brown hair out of her eyes. "I've still got to get dressed, I will be out in a few minutes." She shut the door and changed into one of the few sets of clothing she had: a flowery dress that hung loosely from her frame. It still looked lovely on her, though. The color of the vines lacing about the flowers brought out her eyes.
"Okay Tom. You can come in." Isabella called. The door creaked open and Tom peeked his head around the door.
"I'm going to go down and get some breakfast. Are you coming?" Tom asked as Isabella's smile lit up.
"Sure."
They walked down the few flights of stairs, Isabella wondering how Tom had come to be in the orphanage. He still didn't trust her enough to tell her anything. That was a given. But Isabella had hoped that one day they could have the sort of friendship where they knew everything about each other.
'Maybe he'll tell me when he's ready.' Isabella thought as she sat down at the same table they'd sat down at yesterday. She looked out the window and up at the cloudy sky and let out a sigh through her nose.
People stared again. Not that it bothered Isabella very much. Tom just didn't like to attract attention. But something seemed to be different about Isabella. He had never before wanted to have any friends. Although at first he hadn't at all been interested in befriending her he found himself wanting to talk to her. It was the oddest thing.
"We have school tomorrow don't we?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah." Tom's hand clenched around his spoon and he gritted his teeth. He sounded mad.
"You don't like school? I mean nobody does…but…" she trailed off.
"No." Tom glared into his porridge.
"It'll be okay tomorrow. I'm right behind you Tom." Isabella ate a spoonful of porridge and smiled at him.
"That's good to hear." He grumbled.
"what's so bad about school?"
"Nothing, just forget about it." Tom sighed.
"not likely." Isabella said.
Chapter Twooooo! I'm on a roll! I can't wait until I get to write some new stuff instead of just editing.