[Author's notes: Hello everyone, TS here, sorry it's been so long since last update. :c I really didn't wanna leave this story hanging but I had a serious case of writer's block and school didn't help at all. lol.
Anyway, I'm back to writing and if you guys have any suggestions of what should happen or whatever, just PM me.

Also, to all who asked- Yes! They were watching Spirited Away back in chapter four, and thank you so much for all the support it really means a lot.
I love you all so much, continue being FANTASTIC! C:]

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Let's skip the awkward silence that filled most of my lunch break and to art we go.

My art classroom was like a crazy collection of toys and knick knacks my art teacher (Mr. Westly) must have collected over thirty years of happy meals and kid's lunches at family restaurants. Shelves and cupboards all decorated with cheap plastics and mix matched playthings. Every counter and sink splashed with speckles of paint as the only clean surfaces lay down the centre of the room, our work tables.
I bid my farewells to Gretchen and Milly and dragged myself into the class.

I slumped into my chair in contrast to the carrot-top sitting across from me; he was bouncing in his seat.
Irving. A little oddat times to say the least, but he did keep a good conversation going and he was pleasant. Most of the time.

"Good afternoon, Isabella. Excited?" He squealed in that almost nasally voice, followed by some eager sound he made when all riled up.
I paused being more than just lazy to pull out my books.

"Excited for what?" I replied in an encouraging tone, I assumed it was a new video game or maybe a new Space Adventure movie. (I preferred Stinkleberry Finkbat…)
"Theater auditions!" Irving chimed, holding out his palms in a dramatic manner in front of him.
I assume he was trying out.

"Oh right… The play. Do you know what it is this year?" I rested my chin on my hand and realized the sound of my voice dropped to something more miserable.
He gave me a secondly worried look before shrugging.
"Nope! But I hope to get in this year! Apparently, Phineas is doing the entire set design- wait for it- all by himself!" Every fiber of my being had to be held down from rolling my eyes at him.

Yes, yes Phineas, Phineas, Phineas.

"But what about Ferb?" I had to get better at holding my tongue. Irving gave me a thoughtful look, almost as if to ask if I was stupid.

"I thought you'd be the first to know," Why's that, smarty pants?
"Ferb's auditioning."

There was a deep buzzing feeling in the back of my head that sent my brain to a place where Ferb was donned in princely attire reciting verses from Hamlet.
How melodious his voice would be on stage, a spotlight upon him.

Be still the butterflies in my gut.

I was staring off into nothing and Irving was giving me a distorted look, he frowned when I tilted my head to shake it off, blinking feverishly.
"What wrong with you?"

"Uhh I- uhh.." I managed to choke out pathetically, this was getting ridiculous. Daydreaming again! How old was I? Nine?
I felt my cheeks run hot and Irving quirked an orange eyebrow under his firetruck red glasses, "Isabella. Are you okay?" He emphasized, leaning over the table. I slipped out a chuckle and I slid my purple binder onto the desk, looking down at the scuff marks from being in my backpack all weekend.
"I'm fine, just a little heated from this humid weather-" Suddenly, the room lit up brilliantly like a star was born and died in a second, and following the fantastic display was a bone snapping crash of thunder.
Amongst the joyful cheering irrupting from my class mates, I let myself squeal in terror receiving another look from Irving. I shook my head as soon as my eyes met with his,
"I'm fine."the lightening flashed and I held my binder close to my chest.

I let myself sigh, placing the binder back upon my desk. "Thunder caught me off guard is all." I stated as Irving's attention drifted from the windows to our classmates, a few boys had tipped over a project and our teacher was obviously loosing patience.

Like things couldn't get worse, right?

That's when it all went dark.

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A mix of screams and cheers erupted, tearing through the darkness and flooding into the hallways. Of coursethe power went out.

I could hear Irving make a small worried sound as the emergency lights flickered on in the hall. Kids were out of their seats, gathering up their belongings and chatting over our mentor as he pleaded for them to stay calm and just stay in one spot.
I was settled in my seat, head hung- It was noisy and I was tired and it was hard to see.

"Alright alright, everyone just head for the TTR room, we can continue the lesson there." Mr Westly groaned and the entirety of the class dashed for the door way. I grabbed by binder and back pack and tried to stay in behind most of the others to avoid any ridiculous shenanigans.
The halls were packed, everyone was switching rooms because of the outage-I figured something must have happened to a breaker or a fuse-people were at their lockers, teachers were rounding up the trouble makers, pushing, shoving, just getting in the way.
"Cut it out-!" I heard a girl behind me yell before I felt something hard hit me in the back.
I stumbled forward trying to grab my breath back before I heard a clanging sound-something soft hitting something metal and then I think I fell over.

Everything went white.

"Somebody find the nurse!"