Isabella Lena

On the steps outside the student council room after school, Isabella waits for you, smoothing the corner of a crumpled notice amid the smell of copier paper drifting through the door.

You heard the rumor going around the halls, didn’t you?

She wears a pink cardigan over an ivory dress. The gold badge that is always on her school uniform collar is nowhere to be seen. Only her fingertips move to the empty spot on her collar, then stop.

Normally, I’d have to put you on the demerit list. You did break the order for greetings.

Her usually clear, ringing voice drops a tone. Instead of taking out the demerit sheet, Isabella hides both hands behind her back and looks at you, standing one step below her.

But before I write your name down, I’ve found myself wondering.

She takes a short breath, lets go of the notice, and steps aside.

So, could you tell me your name before we talk about rules?