"The show will be commencing shortly. Enjoy your night and remember to think of your fondest dream and it just might come true."
Seated on a lawn chair next to Harriet, Isabelle still wasn't sure why she agreed to come. She hated loud noises and crowds and this was a distressing combination of both. But Harriet was her friend, her only friend, so compromises had to be made, maybe.
She sighed, she had expected the college transition to be rough, but by semester three everything would be less awkward. But no one could really blame her. She'd been homeschooled since kindergarten. At first that had been because she'd been diagnosed with brain cancer, then she was recovering, then, then, then. Her mom always found a reason it had to be next year until she turned 18 at least.
So yeah stunted social skills are to be expected, but why that seemed to attract the weirdos she'll never know. Of course she wasn't really sure what attracted anyone. She had no interest in sex or romance, so it was hard to know what even motivated people to pursue her. If only she could permanently make people uninterested in her.
A loud explosion signaled the start of the show, Isabelle looked up and remembered the earlier announcement. Not having to worry about people being attracted to her would probably be up there in fond dreams. Honestly she probably would find it easier if she...