Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of this movie/chapter thingy. I forgot it the first time so yeah... I got this idea from my 3 step life plan lol. I based Isabelle on myself. WOOHOO! lol ok that is all! Hope you like it!
"Dude, Freddy, Why'd you throw it back? I didn't get to see!" called Zack, running after Freddy at the end of class. He ran into the hussle and bussle of kids in the hallway. "Freddy!" Freddy ran into the boys' bathroom, slammed on the sink, and glared into the mirror. Zack walked in, out of breath. "Whats your deal Freddy??" He walked over to him. Freddy turned around. "Did you SEE what she had written in there??" Yelled Freddy. "Uh.. No dude. You threw it back before I could see it."
Freddy walked hurriedly out of the bathroom and into the classroom to meet the rest of the band for lunch. He walked past her desk, grabbed the journal and threw it at Zack, opened to the page. "Here!" he yelled and went behind his drumset. Zack catched it and read it. "Whoa..." He saw Isabelle coming and threw it back on her desk. "Hey guys... Summer invited me to band practice.. That alright?" Isabelle said slowly, asking Freddy and Zack. "Yeah, fine with me!" said Zack. "Freddy?" asked Isabelle. She walked over there cautiously. He started playing his drum solo in "Long way to the top," ignoring her completely.
Isabelle walked out of the room raging mad. "Freddy!" Summer grabbed Freddy's drumsticks and threw them. "What??" yelled Freddy. "Did you see what you just did to Isabelle? Do you even care?? What did she do to you?? Insult your hair???" Freddy was surprised to hear Summer talk like this. She had become more self confident since the band started. She ran out after Isabelle.
"Isabelle?" She walked around the deserted hallway, until she found her by the drinking fountain, a little ways down the hall. She had black teardrops falling. "Don't cry over Freddy. He's not worth it." Summer said comforting. "Its not that! I just wanted people to like me. Then he saw my journal and his name was written in a heart at the bottom of the page, and he saw where I had written 'School of Terror is more like it' and- I DON'T CARE!" She put her head in her hands. "Well.. Do you want to talk it out? Here comes Freddy." Isabelle looked down the hallway to see Freddy and Zack coming.
"Hey." said Freddy quietly. "Sorry that I ac-" He stopped to see Isabelle rush into the girls' bathroom. "Listen to me!" called Freddy through the door. "Shut up!!!" yelled Isabelle. "I don't care about your forced apology! Zack probably talked you into it! Its not like you actually mean it!" Freddy sighed and sat down at the bottom of the door. "Hey, its ok man. You tried." said Zack. "It wasn't a very good one though." finished Summer. "Let's go guys!" called Dewey. Zack and Freddy went back to the room and when Summer had finally convinced Isabelle to come out of the bathroom, they too went to practice.
"So Isabelle, wana give a try on the drums?" asked Dewey. "Um... I guess so." Stuttered Isabelle. She walked behind the drumset, sat down, and grabbed the sticks. "What do you want me to play?" asked Isabelle. "Anything you want or know." replied Dewey. So Isabelle played 'Smells like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana. "Wow... Freddy's gonna have some competish." said Dewey still in awe. "I doubt it." retorted Freddy. "She doesn't even want to be IN the band. She called us the School of Terror." "Oh get over it Freddy!" snapped Summer. The end of recess bell rang after they had played a couple songs over twice. They quickly put the instruments away and sat down at their desks. Freddy kept looking over at Isabelle, yet he didn't know why. There was something about her.
"Dude, Freddy, Why'd you throw it back? I didn't get to see!" called Zack, running after Freddy at the end of class. He ran into the hussle and bussle of kids in the hallway. "Freddy!" Freddy ran into the boys' bathroom, slammed on the sink, and glared into the mirror. Zack walked in, out of breath. "Whats your deal Freddy??" He walked over to him. Freddy turned around. "Did you SEE what she had written in there??" Yelled Freddy. "Uh.. No dude. You threw it back before I could see it."
Freddy walked hurriedly out of the bathroom and into the classroom to meet the rest of the band for lunch. He walked past her desk, grabbed the journal and threw it at Zack, opened to the page. "Here!" he yelled and went behind his drumset. Zack catched it and read it. "Whoa..." He saw Isabelle coming and threw it back on her desk. "Hey guys... Summer invited me to band practice.. That alright?" Isabelle said slowly, asking Freddy and Zack. "Yeah, fine with me!" said Zack. "Freddy?" asked Isabelle. She walked over there cautiously. He started playing his drum solo in "Long way to the top," ignoring her completely.
Isabelle walked out of the room raging mad. "Freddy!" Summer grabbed Freddy's drumsticks and threw them. "What??" yelled Freddy. "Did you see what you just did to Isabelle? Do you even care?? What did she do to you?? Insult your hair???" Freddy was surprised to hear Summer talk like this. She had become more self confident since the band started. She ran out after Isabelle.
"Isabelle?" She walked around the deserted hallway, until she found her by the drinking fountain, a little ways down the hall. She had black teardrops falling. "Don't cry over Freddy. He's not worth it." Summer said comforting. "Its not that! I just wanted people to like me. Then he saw my journal and his name was written in a heart at the bottom of the page, and he saw where I had written 'School of Terror is more like it' and- I DON'T CARE!" She put her head in her hands. "Well.. Do you want to talk it out? Here comes Freddy." Isabelle looked down the hallway to see Freddy and Zack coming.
"Hey." said Freddy quietly. "Sorry that I ac-" He stopped to see Isabelle rush into the girls' bathroom. "Listen to me!" called Freddy through the door. "Shut up!!!" yelled Isabelle. "I don't care about your forced apology! Zack probably talked you into it! Its not like you actually mean it!" Freddy sighed and sat down at the bottom of the door. "Hey, its ok man. You tried." said Zack. "It wasn't a very good one though." finished Summer. "Let's go guys!" called Dewey. Zack and Freddy went back to the room and when Summer had finally convinced Isabelle to come out of the bathroom, they too went to practice.
"So Isabelle, wana give a try on the drums?" asked Dewey. "Um... I guess so." Stuttered Isabelle. She walked behind the drumset, sat down, and grabbed the sticks. "What do you want me to play?" asked Isabelle. "Anything you want or know." replied Dewey. So Isabelle played 'Smells like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana. "Wow... Freddy's gonna have some competish." said Dewey still in awe. "I doubt it." retorted Freddy. "She doesn't even want to be IN the band. She called us the School of Terror." "Oh get over it Freddy!" snapped Summer. The end of recess bell rang after they had played a couple songs over twice. They quickly put the instruments away and sat down at their desks. Freddy kept looking over at Isabelle, yet he didn't know why. There was something about her.