My first try on short stories. Enjoy 
"Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding"
The alarm clock sounded vehemently despite putting it on snooze
again.
"Damn! I am late yet again!"
Hurriedly, i took a quick shower and put on the clothes still on
the laundry basket.Breakfast has been set and everyone appeared to
have left the house.I hurriedly rushed to the carpark.
"What! No car again?How am i going to reach school for crying out
loud?"
I took no chances and rushed to the bus stop hoping,praying and
wishing that my bus would come soon.I thought i saw Dad in the car
but i was too nervous to be having doubts.
My bus came and 2 hours later, i found myself sitting at the back
of Accounting class half an hour late.
"Why am i the only late person here? Please let there be another
latecomer"
True enough, someone knocked and the door creaked open. Under the
shower of the sunlight rays, basked in the glow of her radiance,
stood a girl beautiful enough to carry me off to Neverland.
The teacher,stunned yet surprised, introduced to us the new student
she has been talking about the past week.
"Je mÂ’appelle Isabelle", she muttered in fluent French.
"You can take a seat beside Andy here.You don't mind, do you?", the
teacher snided to me with a wry smile.
"I'll be glad too 
", i replied with eagerness.
Her face was flawless with complexion of clay with stardust. Tall,
slender yet maintained her elegant poise. I was too awed to be
concentrating right now.
A million glances and an hour later, the class ended and i learnt
nothing once again but the meaning of beauty.
My friends were busy asking me where to go to lunch but Isabelle
just stood there, obviously clueless what she was supposed to
do.
"Aimeriez-vous aller au déjeuner avec nous?" i asked her.
She was obviously stunned that i spoke in her tongue but she cooly
replied.
"Non remercie. Mon papa me choisit en haut"
"Prendre le Soin et vous Voit" i told her with a wink in my
eye.
As i entered the lift lobby, the sound of a car braking filled me.
It must be her dad.
