<strong>isabella- algebra II</strong><br/><br/>"Care to speed it up?" Isabella responded sarcastically. Though the kid who just approached her, wasn't her type friend or date wise she wasn't going to be mean to him. "So what's your name?" She asked half heartedly. She wasn't trying to dismiss him, but she wasn't really up to the whole 'human interaction thing.' She began to do what she normally did in math, which was draw in her notebook instead of taking notes. She was a great artist, but not so great with paying attention to the class itself.  She didn't pay attention when the cheerleader sat down beside her, the redhead was enough interaction for this class.<em>hopefully he's good at math, I doubt the cheerleader is. At least I wasn't placed around the jocks, though they would give me something to daydream about till the class ended.</em>after this Isabella would have lunch, and that means half her day would be over and then She could go back home and work in her studio, she decided she would practice controlling her abilities. She didn't need people thinking she was some kind of monster. Isabella pulled down her hood showing off her fuchsia hair.