Chapter 11
*Um, yes. Hello. I'm really really sorry about not updating in, like, a very long time. Apologies. Not that anybody really cares about this crap but I still like to get it out there. Anyway, sorry about that, and I hope you enjoy. 3
You probably couldn't see it now, but Isabel was actually an odd person underneath. An imagination was blooming more and more each day inside her little mind.
But yeah, just wanted to add that tidbit there.
Isabel sat at her pink vanity set, and stared into the mirror.
"Please God, stop letting me be so nervous," she said to herself.
SpongeBob quietly opened the door and treaded across the pink carpet. Isabel turned to look at him.
"I have something for you," he said.
"Really?" Isabel looked up at him.
"Yeah, it was something of your mom's."
SpongeBob handed her a necklace with a blue pendant; in the shape of a teardrop.
"It's so pretty…" said Isabel in awe.
"I think you should wear it for your show tonight."
"Yeah I should!" Excitement radiated from Isabel's face.
Isabel reached over and hugged SpongeBob.
"Thank you," she said.
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The Bikini Bottom Elementary School gym was filled with parents and students in hard metal chairs. The background of the stage was a lovely navy blue, with an array of sparkles that shimmered underneath the lights of the gym.
Mrs. Puff walked out on the stage, microphone in hand.
"Hello parents!" she greeted.
*I decided to make Mrs. Puff a regular teacher because…well…I wanted to.
"Hi Mrs. Puff!" SpongeBob shouted over everyone's heads.
"Oh," Mrs. Puff grimaced, "Hello SpongeBob." She waved weakly. "Well, okay now. Our very talented pre-schoolers have put together a very special show for you tonight."
The parents applauded.
"And I would like to remind that we have donuts and juice for everyone afterwards."
"Oh goody!" Patrick shouted.
"Now, let's begin with Alexandria Castor and Claire Dasten," Mrs. Puff continued, "They are going to do a reenactment of 'Gossip Girl'…God help us all."
Mrs. Puff left the stage, while two girls entered. The little blonde girl spoke first.
"I'm not in the mood Chuck, this is pretty much the worst birthday ever…"
The parents watched painfully as the girls spoke their lines, and when it seemed it would get worse, they were finished. They tiredly clapped.
Mrs. Puff walked back onto the stage, and waved the girls off.
"Uh, thank you ladies, for that lovely performance. Now let's give a round of applause for… SpongeBetty White."
After a light clapping from the audience, Isabel walked onto the stage, shaking from nervousness. After a big gulp, she lightly grasped the microphone stand and spoke: "Um, hi…I wrote this."
Another light applause. Isabel was about to sing, but to her surprise, a piano accompaniment started from backstage for her. A boy from the 2nd grade was playing. At first Isabel was hesitant, but went on to sing anyway.
"Every night at 8,
I get tucked into bed because I can't stay up too late," Isabel sang.
"And I wonder when the morning will come,
Because there's so much to do,
And I just want to have fun!
So much to do,
So much to see,
But it all has to wait 'till morning.
I can't wait for daylight time,
So come out Miss Sunshine.
It's hard to wait when the night goes by so slowly,
So come out Miss Sunshine!"
The piano ended, and everyone clapped loudly for Isabel. She smiled, then swiftly ran off and went backstage.
There she found a boy sitting at the piano, blushing.
"Hi," said Isabel, and smiled.
"Hi," he replied, but looked down to his knees.
"You play the piano really pretty," she said.
"Really?" the boy looked up at her.
"Yeah! You do. How did you know the song I was going to sing?"
"I heard you. I saw you practice. I think you sound beautiful…"
"Oh," Isabel blushed, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the boy turned two shades pinker.
"Uh, I'm Isabel."
"I know," said the boy, "I'm John. It's nice to meet you."
"You too, John."
"Guess what?" John said suddenly.
"What?"
"Someday, I want to be a rock star, but if that doesn't work out, then I'm going to be a world dictator." He said.
"Wow! Really? That is so cool!" exclaimed Isabel.
"Whoa, you are the first cool I ever met that thinks that's cool!" said John, astonished.
They heard more music and applauding coming from the gym.
"Hell yeah it is," Isabel grinned.
"Wow. Do ever want to get ice cream and waffles with me sometime?"
"I'd love to!" Isabel squealed.
"Awesome!" John gave a toothy smile. "Hey, I like your necklace; it matches your eyes…"
By now Isabel's cheeks were an infinite red. "Thank you…"
"So," John continued, "How do you get up on stage like that? Without freaking out?"
"Well," said Isabel, "I have this little voice in the back of my head that always tells me everything is going to be alright."
"Really?"
"Well… first it tells me to kill all humanity."
"Oh," said John, a little surprised. He was only 8, but he had some homicidal thoughts too sometimes. And now he had found his female counterpart. "Isabel?"
"Yeah?" she replied.
"I think I love you," he said in a squeaky voice.
"Well… then I love you too."
Isn't great how you can find friends almost anywhere you go?
*I'm really sorry if this sucked. =)