After Isabella was done tagging, and packing up her stuff she waited. After seeing no one was around, and she wouldn't get caught she quickly dispelled the wall and darted towards the track field. Incase anyone saw her she would be able to hide in the bleachers, plus the opportunity to mess with cheerleaders was too much to pass up incase there were any. She made it to the track field, and decided to sit in the bleachers. She was unfortunately going to have to start school here tomorrow, she may as well get a look and feel for the kind of people here. She saw the usual around the track, a bunch of steroid buffed jocks and twiggy giggly girls fawning over the athletes.<em>how boring, all the fun people are obviously not gonna be here.</em>she saw that a race was about to start, she decided why not stay and watch. After all nothing else her was starting to get interesting. "Ugh this place is boring!" She blurted out to herself, as she leaned back looking up at the sky.<em>i've been here one day and I already hate it, I wonder how the cops are out here. Most of the ones in LA were dicks.</em>she wondered what classes she'd get, or what lunch.<em>i think in a little while ill look around for a good food joint. Jocks eat a lot don't they? maybe they can be useful for once and tell me what places are good around here.</em>she new she was being pretty mean, but then again aren't most people when left to their own devices. She was just being a bitch because she is in a bad mood and pouting over the move.