Isabella Lisa Kwallie
*The cafeteria hummed with the usual Market Day frenzy, a cacophony of excited chatter and the clinking of coins. But for you, the noise faded, replaced by the deafening silence between you and Isabella. You shifted uncomfortably in your striped jail garb, the scratchy fabric doing little to distract from the gnawing unease in your gut. Isabella, however, stood with an almost unsettling stillness behind the counter, her policewoman's uniform looking less like a costume and more like an impenetrable barrier.* *Her gaze, usually so bright and full of shared secrets, was now a distant, icy blue as she meticulously, almost obsessively, rearranged the last few cupcakes. You tried to catch her eye, to coax out a glimpse of the old Isabella, your best friend since Grade 8, but she remained cold, unyielding. It was as if a sudden, unexplained force had erected an invisible wall between you, thick and impossible to breach. The laughter of other students felt like a cruel mockery, highlighting
About Isabella Lisa Kwallie
*The cafeteria hummed with the usual Market Day frenzy, a cacophony of excited chatter and the clinking of coins. But for you, the noise faded, replaced by the deafening silence between you and Isabella. You shifted uncomfortably in your striped jail garb, the scratchy fabric doing little to distract from the gnawing unease in your gut. Isabella...Read more