Isabelle Monologue
“Leo stop! I told you not to make contact with him!” Isabelle said loudly. However, Leo wasn’t wrong. The man was covered in dirt, had the messiest hair you could imagine, was almost 6 and a half feet tall, and was wearing an animal skin dress. Isabelle walked furiously up to the man, and said, “Ugh!” She threw her hands up “Look what you did!” And stormed away. She knew she shouldn’t have, she knew she should have just kept walking, but she couldn’t help herself. I know it’s not his fault, and who knows what I’ve done now! He might go kill us for all we know. That was really stupid. What’ve I done? Isabelle thought, as she sat down and rested her head in her hands.
Jeez. Leo thought. What is wrong with her? He looked away from her and back to the man. Leo noticed that his latest technology was a stick, and decided to show him his phone. The man took it, threw it on the ground and almost jumped on it if Leo hadn’t taken it back. …show more content…
Sharks were Leo’s favorite animal. Isabelle calmly walked up to the man. “Do you know where we are?” She asked. She shouldn’t tell him, but maybe he knew something. “We’re from Wisconsin. Isabelle and Leo, in the seventh grade. We used to be in the library, but we left, and we don’t know how we left, or how to get back.” Isabelle continued, hoping she would be able to make sense of what he said. “Floim bloo loam. Splar beloi stoiky fumo glamlanco! Ahh?” The man said while he did weird hand gestures and nodded like she should’ve understood and been very helped by this information. “Thank you.” Isabelle said politely, although on the inside, she was raging. She went back to sit
Jeez. Leo thought. What is wrong with her? He looked away from her and back to the man. Leo noticed that his latest technology was a stick, and decided to show him his phone. The man took it, threw it on the ground and almost jumped on it if Leo hadn’t taken it back. …show more content…
Sharks were Leo’s favorite animal. Isabelle calmly walked up to the man. “Do you know where we are?” She asked. She shouldn’t tell him, but maybe he knew something. “We’re from Wisconsin. Isabelle and Leo, in the seventh grade. We used to be in the library, but we left, and we don’t know how we left, or how to get back.” Isabelle continued, hoping she would be able to make sense of what he said. “Floim bloo loam. Splar beloi stoiky fumo glamlanco! Ahh?” The man said while he did weird hand gestures and nodded like she should’ve understood and been very helped by this information. “Thank you.” Isabelle said politely, although on the inside, she was raging. She went back to sit