<strong>isabella, third period Algebra II</strong><br/><br/>"Hi Greg, I'm Isabella, Isabella Heartnet." She decided might as well make friends with the awkward kid she was going to have to sit by for god knows how long. "Too bad, this class really sucks." The lectures began and she was at a loss, she clearly wasn't understanding it at all. "Greg." She whispered to him, "are you getting any of this, I'm not really understanding the lesson." Isabella wasn't dumb, and she could do math but it wasn't her strong area. She for once actually looked over to the cheerleader next to her.<em>should I try talking to her, she seems kind of stuck up. I hope she isn't, I don't want to be stuck next to a bitch all year. Ill just wait till she says anything, maybe neither of us will ever have to speak. That makes things really simple here.</em>Isabella looked back at Greg, hoping he could help her. She didn't want to have to come after school to get tutoring from this skeevey looking teacher. Today was gonna be a long day.