[b]"Thanks again for the save."[/b] 

The boy's voice stopped Isabella in her tracks as she turned to look at him. [i]"No prob, yo."[/i] she commented back in slang, nodding her head. She was about to turn back around and keep walking out, when the boy decided to continue their conversation, [b]"So which coach did you piss off to get stuck here?"[/b] he teased, his tone and facial expression portrayed a sense of humor and a tad bit of understanding. [i]"Ughh."[/i] Isabella moaned, her eyes rolling. 

[i]"Chapman."[/i] she stated, peeking over her shoulder in case the coach had decided to come back. The coast was clear so Isabella began expressing herself loudly, [i]"That bitch, I can't stand people kissing her ass constantly just to try to win brownie points. If I don't agree with something, you can bet your ass I'm going to speak up about it!"[/i] She blew air out of her pale red lips in huff, her left hand still up as she explained the situation. Talking with her entire body was something common for the girl, as nothing got across a point more than using your hands. 

[i]"You're Solomon right? I've watched you play a few times. The volleyball team always tries to come support the other teams, even though no one comes to our games."[/i] she stuck out her tongue playfully, whilst taking her backpack off and setting it on the floor. She was relatively close to the gym exit, which meant the door to the outside wasn't too far from it. Taking her jacket off her shoulder she adorned it on her body, zipping it up and placing her backpack back on. [i]"Well Sol, catch ya around."[/i] she cooed, her wrist flicking up in a small wave as she turned to walk out the door and into the hallway. 

The smell of lingering smoke filled the air and Isa's nose wrinkled in a mix between disgust and shock. She didn't mind people who smoked, she just didn't appreciate it clinging to her clothes, hair, and everything else in a ten mile radius. [i]"I wonder if the janitors smoke while they clean up the place."[/i] she pondered, before going to press on the exit door. It was stuck. The snow was piled higher than Isabella had even noticed. A small sense of panic struck her heart as she tried pushing again with all her might. It wouldn't budge.

 [i]"Shit!"[/i] Isa exclaimed turning around and heading back towards the gym and walking back in. [i]"Yo, I hate to inform you of this, but the front door is blocked with about my height in snow, and it's still coming down!"[/i] she called to the boy, hoping he could get her out of this mess with either his strength or smarts.