• Welcome to the extremely confusing yet perplexing stories of all time. A little sequence of little events I like to call "The Year 2010" that confuses me maybe more than you but maybe if I write it out, it'll make sense...at least I hope.
    Its a story about change, you know that thing people go through when finding themselves? Not that they were techincally lost in the first place but you know what I mean. In a way, it kind of is like your lost in some forest: theres the lumps and the things you never saw before. Theres those things that bite if you accidently step on them or go the wrong way, warning you not to take that path. Then when you come to the main path, your different. Not physically, like if you tripped on your way to the road and got scratched, but...mentally maybe?
    Ok, enough with the lecture, you want to hear the story right? Well, its kind of like writing your bio on Facebook, you don't know what to write but you do. Confusing? I'm getting to the point...

    Chapter One


    Sometimes the quiet can be intimidating.
    You can hear every movement; every clicking pen, rain drop on the window, exasperated sigh, flip of a notebook page. It's like your spying with your ears.
    You can even hear the class on the second floor, the movement of their feet and sometimes even the teachers voice.
    And so speaking of teachers voices.
    "Isabelle,"
    I glanced up to the front of the room where Mr. Hale sat at his desk, watching me from over the top of the mathematics textbook.
    "Are you doing the problems on the board?"
    "Um...yes" I mumbled, scribbling the problem in my notebook, then when I was sure he was looking back down in his book, I slipped my phone out my pocket and hiding it behind my textbook, texted using the free finger that wasn't propping up the thick textbook.
    I consider that a learned skill.
    Where r u? I wrote quickly and scrolling through my address book, highlighted Dana's name and hit send, just as Mr. Hale made one of those teacherly rounds around the classroom to make sure everyone was doing their work.
    Im sick was the reply.
    Thats wat u said last week I wrote, Dana, tell me wats going on plz???
    Send.
    30 seconds later.
    Yur rite...come to my place after school and bring the others
    Bring the others? That didn't sound like Dana. Something was up; something been up. I glanced over my notebook as Mr. Hale resumed his reading, then letting my eyes wander to the left, focused on the hall pass slips, and the door left ajar.
    ...Should I?