That day sucked.
There was really no other way to describe it. It sucked and it was only getting worse. Isabelle had been forced to dodge the guidance counsellor three times, endure her English teacher praising her for her poetry in front of the whole class, and then endure Maia’s probing questions. Now she was late to her first ‘team building’ session with Kimberley and as she crossed the staff car park to the library, she had the distinct feeling someone was watching her.
“You’re late, Barbie.”
Isabelle shrugged off her paranoia and scowled at Kimberley.
“You haven’t gone inside either,” she pointed out.
Kimberley gestured to the cigarette in her hand and then blew the smoke out… right into Isabelle’s face.
Coughing through the second hand smoke, Isabelle gathered herself enough an
