Isabella's P.O.V:
Phineas and I head towards the cafeteria line together leaving a very shocked girl behind. The cafeteria lady serves us our lunch and we walk back to our table. We sit down and the boys, minus Ferb, start talking.
"Do you perhaps have something planned for tonight Phineas?"
"Sorry Baljeet, I'm pretty busy building something right now, so I don't think I'll have time to build something for tonight and probably the whole week."
"Oh, it's fine," the Indian assures. "I am busy myself this week and I just wanted to make sure I was not going to miss anything."
"Now wait a second, Dinner Bell's building something without Bean pole Mcgee? I thought those two couldn't even breathe without having the other beside 'em!"
"Well, it's just a personal project," Phineas shrugs.
"But doesn't 'personal' always include Ferb?" Baljeet inquires after taking a bite for his salad.
"Usually. This is just a project that I want to do on my own," the redhead teen summarises.
"I won't believe it 'till I see it," the bully states.
"Do not tell me this is going to be like last time," the math prodigy says in a slight irritating way.
My triangular headed friend looks confused as he asks for a reminder. "What happened last time?"
"You do not remember? The time where Buford refused to believe that spaceships exist even though he has been in one," Baljeet enlightens him, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, I have my reasons, nerd!"
"Yes, and very stupid ones at that," the so-called 'nerd' mutters.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!"
As the bully interrogates the Indian further, my attention drifts to my obviously distracted best friend. He seems to be concentrating on something else. We both have finished our food, as well as Ferb and the two frenemies, so there's pretty much nothing to keep his focus on the questionings. The only thing that could probably snap him out of it is the-
RING!
And there it is. I can tell that I was right with my assumption about what would distract Phineas from his thoughts by the way he blinked rapidly when the loud sound was heard in the huge room. We all get up and start heading for the exit. Phineas waves towards me.
"See you later, Isabella!"
I wave back and walk the opposite way my friend is going.
Finally, school is over. I thought it would never end, especially with all the exams during the day. I'm probably going to fail them all, even though I studied my butt off yesterday after I finished my homework, considering my horrible mental capacities. A little jingle, signifying a new text, interferes with my thoughts. I take my cell phone out of my pocket to read the new text from my mother.
"Hola chica, I am waiting for you in front of the house, I have a surprise!"
A surprise? Really? Yay! I contain my excitement and quickly type an answer.
"Hi mom! Okay, I'll be home soon!"
I close my phone and stuff it back into my pocket. I start jogging rapidly so I can arrive to my house soon.
After two more minutes of jogging, I arrive at my destination. I enter my house just to put my bag down and then run out of my house and into my mother's car, where she was waiting. She starts driving and starts a one-sided conversation.
"Hola chica! Did you have a nice day?"
I shrug, meaning it's just been an ordinary day.
"That's good," she says, doing her best to contain her excitement.
She starts other conversations that I can partake in with a gesture of my own. After a while, we park in what seems to be… a pet store? We get out of the car and look at my mother confusingly while motioning the store called 'Jungle' with 'Danville's best pet store' written in smaller letters underneath the 'Jungle' written in larger ones.
"Well, what are you waiting for, chica? Let's go!" my mother exclaims as she starts pacing for the store.
I follow, still confused about the reason of the trip here. Why are we here? Mom probably just wants a goldfish or something.
We open the glass doors and enter the store. I continue to follow my mom around the store until we reach the dog side of it. My mom stops walking, as if waiting for something.
She signals the dog cages in front of us, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pick one!"
She wants me to pick a… dog? Oh my gosh, I always wanted a dog! Without standing there another second, I begin looking at each canine there, as if my mother could change her mind in any second. I pass all the dogs that I've examined until I reach the one I want. A little pink Chihuahua who's sitting in front of the cage door quietly, tail wagging. Unlike all the other ones, who are all either barking loudly or sleeping; he's just sitting there, with what seems to be a friendly smile, well at least to me it is.
I turn to my mother and point to the small Chihuahua. She smiles and calls for an employee.
Hey guys, updating again! I think you guys think otherwise about the whole 'writing getting worse' shtick. Thanks, you guys really helped me convince myself wrong about it! :) You know what's awesome? When your awesome/favorite uncle, who's a writer, reads your story and says it's great. Best. Feeling, Ever! X3 Anyways, feel free to review!