Creative Writing: Empire Island

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Blake bored his eyes to the clock and counted the seconds before lunch while impatiently tapping his pencil on his vandalized desk.

C'mon, a little bit more and ..., Blake thought.

The lunch bell rung and he hurriedly dashed towards the exit, in desperation of wanting to escape that prison filled with young adults containing smelly armpits. It's sad what puberty does to people, such as himself. Tsk.

Blake was just walking down the cafeteria with his tray filled with food when a particular hand shook his shoulder violently.

"Hey, man," Cole's voice sounded hoarse and his voice almost came out as a croak. Probably because of his constant screaming earlier during their gym period. "We're going to go and play full

Cole shrugged with a playful smile in return. "And sure, whatever," Blake added.

"Great. Catch ya later, then."

Blake nodded and walked away, shaking his head when all of a sudden, his body slammed against someone. He muttered something under his breath and was about to yell his head off when he came across a pair of familiar, glaring brown eyes.

Well, well, would you look at that, he thought with a smirk.

Isabelle just sat there on the ground, anger building up inside her. It was quite obvious especially with that bulging vein on her neck.

She finally stood up, removing the food stuck on her clothes. "Thanks so much for the help," she said sarcastically. "You just made my day much, much better." She began walking away, not waiting for his response.

Blake chuckled. "You've already got 4 eyes and you still managed to bump into someone? How sad." Laugher erupted from all over the cafeteria.

Isabelle froze. Slowly, she turned around and shot an eyebrow up. "Excuse me? You were the one who wasn't looking where you were going." Douche.

"Baby's gotta calm her nerves down." Yeah okay, he was the one who wasn't looking. As if he'd ever admit

"Seriously though, you were the one who wasn't looking so really, I think you're mistaken here. I strongly suggest you get yourself a pair of glasses not only to see where you're going, but also to see how big your ego is." She smiled pleasantly at him. "Having another pair of eyes wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Dead silence followed after that. Then a snicker, followed by more. It was like a fire spreading across the room until it fully devoured the entire thing. That's what she felt right then: being devoured by humiliation.

"So the freak does talk," someone had said.

It only lasted for a bit until everyone went back to their own businesses. Isabelle grabbed all her stuff, feeling sick all of a sudden. Perhaps, she could come out with a good excuse to skip the last half of school.

Blake just looked at her, with a blank emotion on his face. It wasn't as if she was surprised or anything. If ever, she was used to it since he was often like that. Isabelle never did have the time to study what he actually feels, or even if she did, why would she? She despised him.

In every single thing, he always ended up as the obstacle. He'd always get what he wants, whenever he wants. He was a spoiled brat. In every competition they'd ever had, she would always lose whether it was a test, or say, a battle with words like what happened