With just a look they shook
And heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.
The stars that pierce the sky;
He left them all behind.
We're left to wonder why
He left us all behind.
-Miss Murderby AFI
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but they call me Izzy. I'm eighteen, and I live in Forks, Washington, with my dad, Police Chief Charlie Swan. If you expect me to be a good girl, you're wrong. I'm a punk. I have a best friend, named Sierra Johnson, who has the same look on life as I do. Here's my story.
I walked out into the cool morning air of Forks, Washington, to meet my friend for carpool to school. Sitting in her car (a black Corvette) with her arms crossed and sunglasses on was none other than my best friend, Sierra. I adjusted my Tripp jacket as I moved over to the car. I lept easily over the door and into the seat, causing a smile to pull at the corners of Sierra's mouth. Sierra said, putting on a snooty French accent, "Where to, Mademoiselle Izzy?"
I smirked and played along, "To school, Mademouiselle Sierra."
She shot me a salute and scratched off, driving down the road at nearly a hundred miles per hour. We pulled into an empty spot and climbed out. Sierra beeped the car and we sauntered forward, keeping directly beside each other. People wisely hurried out of our path, even the groups that had once been thought of as thugs or bad-asses. I flicked a bit of hair behind my ear as I lept up the stairs. Sierra and I went to our lockers and then to first period. The girl standing at the locker beside mine cowered slightly and ran off. I snickered. She was right to run. Sierra ran a hand through her spiky blue hair before we headed off to first period. Sierra said, "Hey, you wanna come over tonight? The 'rents are gonna be out, and we'll have the house to ourselves."
I grinned, "Hell yeah!"
That was it for conversation. School flashed by and soon enough, we were off to Sierra's place.
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I pushed my way through the bead barrier that lead to Sierra's room and clicked on the stereo with my elbow as I dumped a bowl of popcorn on the bed. A pale hand snatched a handful and there was crunching as Sierra ate. The first song that came on was a heavy metal song. Sierra said, "Uh, that's Miss Murderby AFI."
I liked the tune, so I put it on repeat and we danced around, acting like crazy people and singing. I sang loudly, "Hey Ms. Murder, can I/make beauty stay if I/take my life?/Whoa-oh-oh!"
Sierra yelled, "That can be our inside joke! You're Miss Murder and I'm Beauty."
I joked, "Wassup, Beauty?"
Sierra grinned, "Nothin' much, Miss Murder!"
We eventually fell asleep, with the lights on and Miss Murder still playing.
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I woke up with a crick in my neck and something kicking me in the kidney. I realized I was crashed across Sierra's bed and she kept kicking me. With an almighty crack, I un-cricked my neck and got up. After rinsing my mouth out with soda, I kicked Sierra awake. She grumbled incoherently and I splashed a cup of water on her face, effectively making her wake up. She screeched loudly and slapped my arm, leaving a red mark. I slapped her back and yelled in her face, "DON'T SLAP ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
Sierra screeched, "DON'T CALL ME A BITCH, YOU SLUT!"
Then, suddenly, we fell over laughing. Sierra sighed, "We're freaks."
I said sarcastically, "Naw. We're normal!"
We fell over laughing again, probably the freakiest duo that ever existed. Ever.
Hey, I know it was short but I need something to take the place of Singing in the Rain, since I finished it. Starlight is nearly done and I've about finished Ninfe dei Cinque Elementi. Okay, so... R&R!
~TWC~
