She grabbed a chair and sat on it backwards across from him, leaning her elbow on top of it, "Yeah, it was probably my aspect of the drawings" she laughed, "if I hadn't whipped out those stick figures, we coud've gotten an A" Izzy wasn't the best artist in the world. Actually, she sucked. A small drawing of a house with a little stick figure on the side was considered Mona Lisa status. But her and Charlie's grades were very good with their projects. Probably the best in class. Her palm leaned sluggishly on her cheek and sighed.
If she had to read one more note or one more page of Great Expectations she would barf. Like she would do with most of the books she had to read more than once, "I so don't want to do this anymore" she whined. Which was very odd for her, "Can we go out? Take a break or something?"