My first try on short stories. Enjoy
"Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding"
The alarm clock sounded vehemently despite putting it on snooze again.
"Damn! I am late yet again!"
Hurriedly, i took a quick shower and put on the clothes still on the laundry basket.Breakfast has been set and everyone appeared to have left the house.I hurriedly rushed to the carpark.
"What! No car again?How am i going to reach school for crying out loud?"
I took no chances and rushed to the bus stop hoping,praying and wishing that my bus would come soon.I thought i saw Dad in the car but i was too nervous to be having doubts.
My bus came and 2 hours later, i found myself sitting at the back of Accounting class half an hour late.
"Why am i the only late person here? Please let there be another latecomer"
True enough, someone knocked and the door creaked open. Under the shower of the sunlight rays, basked in the glow of her radiance, stood a girl beautiful enough to carry me off to Neverland.
The teacher,stunned yet surprised, introduced to us the new student she has been talking about the past week.
"Je mÂ’appelle Isabelle", she muttered in fluent French.
"You can take a seat beside Andy here.You don't mind, do you?", the teacher snided to me with a wry smile.
"I'll be glad too
", i replied with eagerness.
Her face was flawless with complexion of clay with stardust. Tall, slender yet maintained her elegant poise. I was too awed to be concentrating right now.
A million glances and an hour later, the class ended and i learnt nothing once again but the meaning of beauty.
My friends were busy asking me where to go to lunch but Isabelle just stood there, obviously clueless what she was supposed to do.
"Aimeriez-vous aller au déjeuner avec nous?" i asked her.
She was obviously stunned that i spoke in her tongue but she cooly replied.
"Non remercie. Mon papa me choisit en haut"
"Prendre le Soin et vous Voit" i told her with a wink in my eye.
As i entered the lift lobby, the sound of a car braking filled me. It must be her dad.
