With a clatter behind her, Isabella jumped a bit in shock. Turning around she saw one of her dearest friends she had made since moving to this school; Arty. A cheeky grin swept her face, she had forgotten that he stayed after school for his artwork. She probably would have done the same, but by the time volleyball practice was over she usually was exhausted and starving. [i]"Arty!"[/i] she exclaimed happily, watching the boy put his shirt on rapidly. She laughed, [i]"No wonder you stay after school, you exhibitionist you."[/i] she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. [i]"We're here because-"[/i] she started, before being interrupted by the boy sitting against the wall with his computer.

[b]"I dunno who Isa is, but we're snowed in. That's all i know."[/b]

[i]"I'm Isa."[/i] She started, pointing at herself with her thumb, [i]"Isabella Roma."[/i] she answered quite annoyed with being interrupted, but that feeling soon fluttered away. [i]"He's right though, the snow is too high to push away, we've all tried. We're stuck!" [/i] she pouted. She felt much more comfortable speaking to Arty than anyone at this school, and you could tell by her at ease sense of speaking with him.