Your revelation, sweet celebration

What’s up party people?

“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to say,

Supposed to have said it early on, but I kept up with the delay,

Don’t think it’s not on my mind though, everyday

Spinning me like a hurricane, ay bay bay

This is it, today’s the day.”

I must apologise for my pitiful blog entry yesterday. I was sleep deprived, wounded and feeling a tad lazy so what I put out was not worthy of the Isaac Chronicles, even if it is better than most of the crap you read on other blogs (Editor’s note: I’m looking at you Perez Hilton).

Now, after having had almost twelve hours of sleep, I’m back baby!

Though paintball was obviously the main attraction of yesterday, I must say that the car ride to Heartbreak Ridge was arguably just as entertaining. Shout out to Nik, Rachel, Crystal and I suppose Laura as well for keeping me entertained at such an absurd time in the morning. The conversation was that enthralling that I actually put away my Nintendo DS to focus on what was being said. Moments like these, seemingly forgettable, but ultimately memorable (Editor’s note: Wooo, not bad kid, not bad).

Wooot, let's do it again guys!

I’m working on something, I’ll debut it soon.

Just stay in tune.

Anywho, on to the next one:

Cocky ’09

Due to the fact that this blog was born last year, 2009 forms the basis of a majority of my stories. Recurring themes include: girls, me being awesome, girls and me being awesome. Variety is rare, but when it does occur, my loyal readers are pleasantly surprised to see a side of me that I don’t usually put on display. Maybe a little bit of vulnerability, a subtle hint for something coming up, maybe a cryptic allusion to something else.

I like to think that’s why people keep reading, and not just cause they hope I post a sexy photo of myself.

It’s still too early to see whether 2009 was the year that changed everything. It’s still too recent, but eventually we’ll see if it was the year that paved the way for me to take over the world, or whether it was the year that set me up to see the sky fall upon me.

A cocky eighteen year old sat down on his office chair and grinned. A man, and yet, still a child. He remembered everything he had been able to do uptil this point. Sure, he had fallen for the same pitfalls all individuals must fall through, he had failed, he had been torn up. Here he was though, leaning back slightly, contemplating what he was about to write.

He was better than most.

That’s what kept running through his mind.

He could do it.

Eyes closed, he thought about the year he had just gotten through.

It was inevitable.

His fingers began flying across the keyboard.

It was done.

A challenge had been set, and he was sure he’d be able to achieve it.

He had no idea that six months later.

He would fail.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Make it all light up

What’s up party people?

Ok, I am in no shape to produce a typical Isaac Chronicles post due to the fact I’m living off fumes right now. Paint fumes I might add.

Yes, I survived the skirmish at Heartbreak Ridge due to an awesome combination of quickness, agility, speed and an incredible ability to take cover behind huge obstacles almost impossible to shoot over. Those talents didn’t prevent me from being peppered in the head, crotch (Editor’s note: Buying a cup is perhaps one of the best decisions this kid has ever made), arms and legs. I would probably have some more severe injuries if I hadn’t been cheap and bought the most economic package in terms of paintballs, and as a result, run out just prior to the incredible free for all battle.

Though it may sound like I’m complaining, I actually enjoyed it thoroughly and would love to do it again after this round of bruising subsides.

Unfortunately, she wasn't there with us

Is writing verses going to be a thing from now on?

Maybe, here’s my latest:

“Uh uh, I’m running out of time,

I thought by now that you would be mine

That your glow would be part of my shine,

But I guess I’m last in the race, I’m way behind

Collapsed on the track, crushed by the grind

Maybe the medic will find,

That nothing was wrong with me, just tired of trying”

That was off the top of my head by the way, which coincedentally is the same place my latest Paintball bump is as well.

I’m way too spent to give you guys a flashback, I’m dreadfully sorry.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Witness love, I guess I gotta find it first

What’s up party people?

“So what kind of music are you into?

I’m a big fan of Chinese opera

Oh..really?

No.”

Had an incredible shift at the Ritz yesterday. It reinforced how much I really do love the place, I was once again entrusted to train another rookie and mould them in my professional image. Unfortunately, I was a little tireless and wasn’t at my best but hey, I made sure the young rookie was thoroughly entertained. Best moment of the night was easily when a bunch of us were sitting around and heard Aerosmith’s “I don’t want to miss a thing” come over the speakers and all of us started singing it in perfect harmony.

Anywho, prior to the commencement of my shift, I decided to rewatch one of my favourite movies of 2K9: 500 Days of Summer.

Even though I’ve seen it a few times now, I still laugh at all the funny scenes, I still feel slightly shattered whenever that Katy Perry Lookalike sticks a figurative knife into the heart of the protagonist, and my heart still flutters slightly whenever I hear “I’m Autumn.”

However, something changed when I watched it yesterday. I started to block out all my memories of being owned by females and tried to watch it objectively, and suddenyl things changed. I understood EXACTLY how I would argue on behalf of Katy Perry Zooey Deschanel’s character. And funnily enough, it was something I had been on record as saying that would ultimately help her win an argument:

“You can’t be lead on unless you bite the bait.”

BTW, my next ex & I are totally going on an Ikea date

Another verse from me:

“I don’t know how to let you in, that’s what keeps us apart

How the hell am I supposed to give you the keys to my heart?

I’m new at this, someone’s gotta show me

Expect me to know? Have you BEEN around my family?

Love’s like a foreign concept I don’t understand,

I need someone to guide me, so please take my hand.”

Yeah I know, I really should write something that will help me lift my WAM back up, bite me.

Anywho, on to the next one:

Capture the Flag ’08

Tomorrow, I’ll be dragging my ass to Camden. Why? To celebrate my main man Kieran’s birthday, the Ritz family is going to shoot each other enthusiastically and cause a large amount of bruising. What other way is there to celebrate a birthday?

I haven’t been in two years, and boy, I won’t forget what happened three years ago.

Sixteen year old Isaac Lai had a massive grin on his face as he filled up his gun with tiny balls of paint. He had managed to forge his admittance slip and could now take part with all the rest of his older cousins and their friends. He longed to shoot his sister to even up the score for all the childhood abuse he had suffered at her hands but unfortunately for him, they were assigned to be on the same team. He contemplated shooting her in the back but his brotherly love prevented that from happening.

The first game was underway and the objective was to shoot the opposing team’s “King” only then would the game be over. The psuedo war waged on for a while as people were to scared to advance and put themselves in the open. Even young Isaac had set up camp behind a particularly large tree and just snipe. Eventually Isaac’s team lost as their king wandered away from his protectors out of sheer stupidity.

The second game was about to commence. This time, it would require the taking of the opposing team’s flag. Isaac’s team was huddled up and discussing strategy. Isaac looked around at his teammates. All he saw was:

- Out of shape

- Sweating

- Can’t aim

- Not wearing the right shoes

- Huge ass beer belly

Sighing, he spoke up:

Isaac: I’m probably faster than all of you, I’ll get the flag

The team nodded, all of them admiring the tenacity and bravery of the seventeen year old Chinese kid with blonde hair.

The game was underway, and Isaac sprinted from his fort like his life depended on it.

As soon as he began running, a few thoughts suddenly hit him.

- His teammates were out of shape

- Sweating, which meant they were already tired

- They couldn’t aim, so they wouldn’t be able to provide cover fire

- They weren’t wearing the right shoes, so they wouldn’t be able to keep up and shield him

- They had huge ass beer bellies, so they wouldn’t be able to keep up with him anyway

And one more thing.

He was blonde. He was with a bunch of older Asians who had jet black hair, which meant he stood out.

Oh and that he was about to be shot by twenty paintball guns.

Sh*t.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

This time I’m really going off, fireworks

What’s up party people?

“When I hear talkin’, I don’t know what to make of it

Hate is so familiar to me, I’m slowly embracing it”

I am in such an eager sense of anticipation for Drake’s Thank me Later. I almost feel guilty listening to the leaked tracks, but at the same time, listening to the brilliantly crafted tracks is just incredible. June 15th can’t come fast enough. People often ask me why I like Drake’s music so much. Oddly enough, I feel I can actually relate to it a bit. He often raps/sings about a sudden rise to prominence from seemingly nothing. And I feel a little bit like that sometimes, I came from a small high school that barely anyone outside of the area knows about and then suddenly boom.

Here I am.

Awesome candid moment occurred last night as I was wandering around the city. I was with some of my bros and a pair of twins that could manage to convince just about anyone they were twelve, I was nearing Town Hall station when I saw a large group of females dressed as flight stewardesses. My initial and only reaction was:

Isaac: Hello… (Editor’s note: Imagine a sleazy tone, that’s the one).

And just behind me I hear my main man Dennis **** say “whoa” in an equally sleazy tone.

Gotta love girls in uniform.

Why the hell did you think I was trying so hard in uni? Stewardesses of course!

Anywho, on to the next one:

This is your Captain speaking ’07

I will never forget the day I got voted as the next school captain of Kingsgrove North High School. The lead up to the actual day, all the drama, the bitching, the doubt that plagued me, the sacrifices I made. It was an incredible experience, and had a profound impact in shaping who I am today. To commemorate that moment, I got my ear pierced after school, not exactly what a role model is supposed to do but hey, he who takes his own path is not a bad guy to follow (Editor’s note: That makes no sense whatsoever fool).

Even though I tried to steer clear of the drama. I couldn’t help but be dragged into it, a lot of teachers and other kids had told me that I was one of the favourites and yet I never felt comfortable. I had never been on the SRC (Editor’s note: not even in primary school), and I wasn’t that well known throughout the school, I was just a sixteen year old Chinese kid with light brown hair wanting to be school captain. I had no idea why I was one of the leading candidates.

Anywho, this is a story about what happened after the vote, and before my piercing.

Sixteen year old Isaac slid off his chair and landed on the floor, his buttocks softening the blow. He had just been informed that he would be the school captain for next year. The next assortment of votes for vice captain, sports captain seemed to be a daze. He had sent a mass text message to all his closest friends who weren’t in the room informing them about what had happened.  He was in a state of shock, this was all he had wanted the entire year. Well, one of the things (Editor’s note: Don’t ask).

All the votes had been tallied and the group of students remained in the room.

Isaac, still in a daze, went to the corner of the room to look out the window.

He had no idea what the following year would entail.

None whatsoever.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Look what I can do with my feet

What’s up party people?

“Look, I think we’ve reached a point where we shouldn’t try

If we were to flap our wings, we wouldn’t fly

In terms of date, we’re past our use by

I know things have been kind of tense

It’d be a bad idea if we were to commence

Even if we got over that fence

We’d fall over, get hurt, and wouldn’t be friends

Our road has had twists, turns and bends

This is where our journey ends

As you can see, I have been happily neglecting my university work and dedicating most of my time to writing cheesy rhymes. I’ve just become so disillusioned with the work dished out to me. I am well aware that I can happily dance around in my underwear for weeks on end and finally buckle down a solid day prior to the due date and I will be A-Ok.

Someone should slap some sense into me.

I guess I'm the shark in this situation.

You know what I miss from last year?

Actually there are a lot of things, but one specific thing has got to be Hot Chick Wednesday. It was an almost forgone conclusion that every Wednesday, I’d see at least one or two incredibly fine physical specimens. Those sightings made my day on a weekly basis. However, that seems to have died out this year, and an incident occurred yesterday just to rub it in my face.

I was walking to class after grabbing my customary bottle of V when a rain drop hit me in the eye causing me to twitch/wink involuntarily. Unfortunately for me, there was a…female who enjoyed food and/or hated exercise who was walking towards me and fell under the false impression that I had winked at her suggestively.

Sigh.

Anywho, on to the next one:

Dancing ’05

Sometimes, I go out of my way to make a situation funny. Whether it’s a timely one liner, or maybe a timely self-depreciating one liner, I do what I do to generate a couple of laughs. I’m the ultimate comic relief character, kind of like Krillin in Dragon Ball Z. As of lately, I have sort of suppressed my more serious side, only busting it out when the situation demands it, and you know, just being the happy go lucky version of myself that everyone seems to enjoy.

This goes back a long way of course. I didn’t always chop and change, consistency was my calling card.

Fourteen year old Isaac sat on the floor of the hall besides a couple of his mates as his physical education teacher prepared the hall for whatever sport they would be engaging in today. Maybe indoor hockey? Or something that would just require a lot of running? Either way, Isaac was pretty sure it’d be fun.

The teacher finished preparing and came over to address the class:

Teacher: Ok, today we will be having dance lessons.

Startled, Isaac glanced at every male in the room. They all had similar expressions, aghast seems like the appropriate way to describe it. Deciding to make light of the situation, Isaac said:

Isaac: Dance? Oh sh*t, I’m not wearing the right shoes.

Friends: Wait…you have dancing shoes?

Totally misinterpreted, but laughs were garnered anyway.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Even though I thought it would get better in time

What’s up party people?

“So do you play the piano?

No I don’t, I do play the violin though,

OMG, really?

Nope, I don’t.

You’re annoying.

I play the cello though,

Really?

Nope.”

I don’t think you need too many guesses as to which one of the respondents I was. Unlike a lot of my Asian friends, my parents did not make me learn a musical instrument as a kid. So unless you count listening to good music a talent, I am actually void of any musical talent whatsoever.

Watched Unbreakable the other night (Editor’s note: He’s developed this habit of having to watch a movie prior to going to sleep) and I was thoroughly surprised. I started the movie under the impression that I would be getting another run of the mill superhero movie and well, I didn’t actually get that. Instead, I got a movie written and direcrted by M. Night Shyamalan before he completely dropped the ball. It was a thrilller with incredible performances by Bruce Willis and Samuel L Jackson. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.

Unfortunately, Bruce Willis doesn't yell out yippee kai yai mother fcuker in this movie

“You’re still always on my mind

If I had the remote from Click, I’d press rewind

Leave all my memories of you behind,

And I’d make sure you’re the one I would never find.”

You’re probably wondering if that’s another verse from Drake. Well, it isn’t, it’s one I wrote.

Anywho, on to the next one:

Under the Sea ’03

I’m not a fan of the water. Even though I used to swim on a daily basis as a kid, at a certain point I just lost the love for frolicking in pools. Maybe it was THIS moment, but even after that happened, you still saw me swim. Hell, I was enrolled in swim school for about three years, I still enjoyed the swimming pool environment.

So when did this relationship end?

Twelve year old Isaac was walking around half naked. Canterbury Aquatic centre was where he was at with a group of his friends as they attempted to avoid the scorching sun by bathing themselves in chlorine and possibly urine infested water. Ignorant of the bacteria having sex around them, the kids enjoyed the coolness of the water.

Isaac walked on the side of the pool, looking at the height of the water plastered on the side of the pool. He had recently grown a little and was under the impression that he was now a whopping 170cm (Editor’s note: HAHAHA, That height was a couple of years away). He looked at the depth of the water, he was pretty sure he’d be able to stand upright in the deep end.

He told his much shorter friends to hurry on over.

The waddled out of the pool and watched as Isaac dived into the shallow end.

Isaac took a breath, then started to wade his way towards the deep end.

Suddenly, he was submerged.

Suddenly, he realised this had been a horrible idea.

Suddenly, he realised he was a poor judge of depth.

Suddenly, he was swallowing water.

He could see the sun shining above him, he also saw a hand reached out ready to save him.

He grabbed a hold of it and pulled himself up for air.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

No message could’ve been any clearer

What’s up party people?

My high school friends will forever remember my rage filled tirades that would occur close to the end of every month because inevitably, that would be when my internet was capped. However, as my time at home has decreased, my internet has remained happily uncapped and fast. Now, that my sister is living with me once again, I am capped for the first time this year. That is not good for someone looking to start his assessments, just saying.

Anywho, I’m a huge How I Met Your Mother fan, and no, not huge as in fat, but huge as in I have almost nothing bad to say about the show whatsoever. Sure, sometimes it strays from the main point of the show to generate a few cheap laughs, but hell, even I’m guilty of doing that occasionally so I can’t fault a bunch of comedy writers from doing that.

Anywho, I constantly rewatch it, from episode one season one, to wherever it’s at now.

As I was doing this the other day, the main theme of one episode stuck out. And I decided to write about it today.

That theme is keeping someone on the hook.

A quick definition for the uninformed. To keep someone on the hook means not committing to the said individual, but instead stringing them along, doing coupley things, speaking on a regular basis but never taking it to the next level. No public acknowledgement, no shoulder to lean on, just the hope that someday she’ll realise how much you really care about her and finally commit to you (Editor’s note: Does anyone else sense the high level of emotion in this post?).

In all honesty; I don’t think I’ve ever kept anyone “on the hook,” if I didn’t have feelings for a girl, I’d usually let them know really quick. As flattering as it is to be liked, I rather spare them the anxiety and prolonged pain and just let them back into the ocean to mingle with other fish.

Please, never let me be one the guys staring through the window

Then there’s the counter-argument, one that I have advocated for in the past.

“You can’t be on the hook, if you don’t bite the bait yourself chump.”

God damn me and my incredible debating ability.

Anywho, on to the next one:

Eager ’02

I brag a lot. Even about stupid things like how far along I am in Pokemon and how I pull off incredible athletic feats such as catching falling objects before anyone has even realised their falling. I do this on an almost daily basis, and a lot of my bragging forms several posts on the blog you’re currently reading.

Why do I do it? I guess everyone likes to feel as if they’re good at something, whether it’s to do with talent, skill and/or intellect. And I happen to believe I’m capable of feats that not every layman is capable of (Editor’s note: Eventually he’ll realise he’s very average, until then….).

Just recently, I was telling my main 24 how I was reading at a high school level in year one. Funnily enough, he thought that was impressive, I wasn’t even trying to brag, I have no idea how the conversation got to that point but I told him and he was impressed. The point I’m trying to establish is that I was a kid with a very high ceiling and a lot of potential.

Guess I didn’t pan out huh?

Eleven year old Isaac had his eyes closed. A serene grace was emanating from the kid, he had only recently learnt what meditation was and it had become something of a hobby for the kid. Trying to calm his mind and body, getting mentally and physically prepared for the trial ahead.

A spelling test.

He was eager to continue his recent run of flawless spelling tests. Suddenly, his teacher told him that he was required to do a reading test that had been undertaken by his classmates on a day in which he was absent. So he rushed over to his teacher’s desk and started reading so fast that a rap by Eminem would’ve seemed lethargically slow.

He read so fast that by the time he had finished reading, the spelling test had yet to even start.

So he headed back to his little blue chair, and closed his eyes once again, letters running through his mind.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

I’m ready for the unthinkable

What’s up party people?

“Life is what we make it, a chance is like a picture, it’d be nice if you could just take it”

Every now and then, I just need one of those days where I do pretty much absolutely nothing. Productivity takes a backseat to my sometimes laissez faire attitude towards life as I kick back rewatch classic movies like Coming to America and spend hours playing Pokemon.

Days like these, though often forgotten, are absolutely essential to my lifestyle.

BTW, I finally got around to watching The Incredible Hulk starring my main man Edward Norton. I was thoroughly impressed and had my jaw drop a fair few times throughout the course of the movie.

The action was intense, Liv Tyler looked smoking, and Edward Norton actually managed to play the Hulk. Think about that for a second. How many actors in Hollywood can actually manaage to pull off such an incredible feat and portray an almost mythical antihero?

You won't like Isaac when he's angry either

Anywho, on to the next one:

I Wanna Know ’07

Do you know what I miss most about sport? Other than the adrenaline rush, the thrill of competition and the chance that I might meet an incredibly hot girl from another school? It’s the camaraderie that only sport can provide. The link that ties a group on individuals that transforms them into a team, all with a singular goal, the same intention:

To win.

I miss that so much. The only sport I get these days is that of running around at uni and or work. Instead of chasing cricket, tennis or basketballs, I’m chasing after girls who don’t like me, totally not the same you know? Anywho, the following is the aftermath of THIS story.

That smug look having yet to leave his face, sixteen year old Isaac Lai walked alongside his victorious teammates back to the bus. They were all sweaty and physically exhausted, but after achieving a rare victory, the adrenaline and excitement kept them going. The team headed straight for the back of the bus, Isaac slumped onto his seat, the lack of movement finally letting the weariness of his limbs settle in.

As the bus began moving, the younger members of the team once again began yelling out explicit lyrics:

“I wanna know,

Is there anyone on the floor

Who can suck me like a whore

Who can make me scream for more

On and on”

Not a song Isaac would normally listen to, let alone sing. However, the euphric jucies, the taste of success and the feeling of victory was still flowing through him.

So he began yelling out the lyrics as well.

Smug look making way for a goofy grin.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Looking forward to the memories of right now

What’s up party people?

“We’re all crazy, some of us just hide it better than others”

Ahh it’s a Sunday, and today happens to coincide with my favourite day of every month the Twenty third.

So happy 23rd to all of you and I sincerely hope it’s a special one with nothing but UBER FUN! As opposed to me, who will be spending my Sunday trying to fight off the horde of assessments that has crept up on me whilst my back was turned and my front was directed at my Pokemon.

Ash & I both get distracted easily

As I was hard at work yesterday, I happened to hear one of the dumbest lines ever uttered in the history of existence (Editor’s note: Hyperbole much?)

Girl: You know what would be cool? A grey baby.

I did not make that up. I have witnesses.

And on the flip side, one of the coolest lines ever uttered:

*Speaking to a Dragons fan*

Isaac: Hey, is it tough swallowing? Since you choke so often?

WHAT UP!

Anywho, on to the next one:

Psychology ’09

Out of all the subjects I studied in last year, nothing even comes close to rivalling how much I enjoyed Psychology 1A in semester one. It was just an incredibly broad and diverse subject that I found incredibly interesting, I have never considered myself a science buff but yes, I have nothing but love for the study of Psychology.

Other than the lectures concerning Social psychology, there are a few standout moments during my tenure as a psychology student. This is one of them.

Eighteen year old Isaac pushed the door open forcefully and started walking up the stairs. It seemed like an endless loop, with no reprieve in sight. Fortunately for him, he was only ascending a couple of levels. He was on his way to his first Psychology tutorial, he had sat through three tutorials for his other subjects already, but this was the one he was looking forward to most.

He reached the room and there was one girl already outside, he nodded at her, and leaned against the wall.

Both of them were incredibly early.

Time passed and the two remained absolutely still and alone. There was no sign of life in this corridor of the Matthews building.

One more female joined them, all three once again, nodding at each other.

Time continued passing, it was now five minutes after the scheduled starting time for class and still, there was no one else. No signs of anyone approaching.

No footsteps.

No panting.

No shadows moving.

Nothing whatsoever.

The last to arrive of the trio suddenly spoke up:

Girl: Hey..now that I think about it, aren’t Psychology tutorials supposed to start ’til next week?

Isaac & girl number one: OH YEAH!

Until next time folks! Stay classy!

Heartbreak is an addiction

What’s up party people?

“Now why couldn’t all boys be lovely and wonderful like you?”

And no, I did not just make that line up. I really was on the receiving end of that rhetorical question, gotta love the unconditional love mothers have for their kids.

I am out of V in the house. Yes, that does scare me a little bit considering how much work I have to get done over the next few weeks, and yes I’m also scared that I might not be at my ninja-esque best when I don the white uniform all Ritz ninjas must wear. It’s a scary proposition when Isaac is deprived of V, the world just seems less funny, there’s just less creativity in the air, the collective wit of the global population goes down dramatically.

Isaac. Needs. His. Mother. FCUKING. V.

Yeah, I was never going to be a Jedi

“Life is what we make it, a chance is like a picture it’d be nice if we could take it.”

Probably one of the best lines I’ve heard in a while that wasn’t uttered by myself.

So yes, I will wait ’til my chance arrives, when the signs are truly in place, and then I’ll whip out my figurative Nikon D5000 and take the shot.

You follow?

Anywho, on to the next one:

Loss ’00

I think the feeling of loss is something that everyone at one point or another has to cope with. People cope with this emotion in a myriad of ways, every individual is programmed or programs themselves to counter this feeling, either to distract themselves from the emotion, or painfully attempting to move on from it.

Me?

I just bump Jay-Z’s “On to the next one,” and continue being awesome (Editor’s note: Might have to do this soon, stay tuned). However, prior to the release of the song, I didn’t really have a constant routine for whenever this emotion decided to pop up. This is just one of those stories.

Nine year old Isaac unwrapped the gum carefully. He didn’t want to rip the precious contents, he had absolutely no desire to eat gum, he wanted the Pokemon sticker wrapped carefully within the tiny package. Extracting the sticker and putting it in his pencil case, he popped the piece of flavourless gum into his mouth and began chewing obnoxiously as all nine year olds would do.

As he arrived home and entered his bedroom, he tipped the contents of his pencil case onto his bed. There were over fifty Pokemon stickers now in a small pile on top of his bed, sifting through them, he saw some of his favourite Pokemon just looking back at him. After admiring his collection for a prolonged period, he put them back in his pencil case.

After school the next day, Isaac once again headed to the lolly store located near his school. He purchased another handful of the flavourless gum and reached in his bag for the pencil case. His hand grazed the bottom of his bag and he could not feel the pencil case.

Panicking slightly, he ran back to school to try and get into his classroom.

It was locked. He would have to wait til the next day.

The next day, Isaac barely acknowledged his friends, he barely even looked at HER as he rushed into the classroom and to his relief.

His pencil case was sitting just where he had left it.

He opened it.

There were his fabercastel textas, a few pencils, and a rubber.

He opened up the compartment where his stickers were kept.

They were all gone.

Every single one of them were gone.

A violent red began to form on both of Isaac’s cheeks.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!