Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfiction about Cause of Death! Hope you like & enjoy! Please review!
13 years later...
Isabella's point of view
Isabella Natara Fallon is my name. I am 13 years of age. An 8th grade student in William. Gage Middle School. Oh... Who are my parents you ask? Special Agent Natara Fallon is my mother. Yes, yes, yes, I know I was named after my mother. By my fathers petition. He actually wanted my first name to be Natara, but my mom convinced him to name me Isabella. Why? Because she always loved the name Isabella. She also loves calling me Bella. She always loves calling me that. She always does. Anyways, my father, SFPD Police Captian, Mal Fallon. The best dad anybody could ever had! Well, so is my mom. They are the best parents ever. My dad always takes me out to the beach even when my mom doesn't want him to. I consider myself a daddy's girl. My younger sister, Zia, is in the middle. She is 11 years of age. She is a 6th grader. Zia constantly gets jealous of me. Why? Because my dad always agrees with me. So does my mom. But my dad always takes me to places & if I get a low grade & my mom gets furious with me, my dad tells my mom that he knows I can do better. And I always do. That's why I look up to my parents.
Aside from Zia, I have a 5 year old brother named Mal Jr. He's My mom's little prince. But he looks exactly like our dad. Zia has our dad's hair & skin tone. But the rest she got it from mom. Me, I am a mix of my parents. Like Zia, I have my dad's hair & skin tone, but I also have the same eye color as him. But I have my moms shape of eyes, her nose, her mouth, & the shape of her head. Once when I was 6, my parents would tell me how they met. I couldn't believe they ended up married! But of course I'm happy they did. And how this man named Oscar Santos devestated my mother's heart & hen had the nerve to go in between my parent's relationship. But my daddy set him straight. Now, here we are. Well actually, here THEY are. Married, & have three awesome children. But I always wondered, Is that guy, Oscar Santos, over my mom?
"Bella! Supper is ready!" my mother yelled.
"Coming!" I yell as I run down the stairs into the dining room.
"Hey mom, hey dad," I greeted my parents with a hug & sat down on my chair.
"How was school kids?" my dad asked.
"Good, I got a B+ on my Math test & this boy asked me out!" Zia said with excitement.
"Congrats on the math test, & to the boy, tell him I am a cop," my dad told Zia as he picks up his spoon.
"Whatever dad," Zia told our dad.
"How about you Junior?" Our dad asked Mal Jr.
"I learned how to spell a sentence!" Mal Jr. told us.
"That's great Junior!" Our dad told Mal Jr. as he high-fived him.
"And what about you Bella?"
"I got my report card today."
"Hand it over Bella," my mom said. I passed it toward her.
"English: A, World History: A, Algebra: A, Art: A, Science: A, P.E.: A, & Music: A, I am so proud of you!" my mother said as she hugged me.
"Aren't you going to say something to Bella, Mal?" My mom asked my dad sarcastically.
"I knew you could do it, sweetie," my dad came to me and hugged me. As I cherished my moment with my parents, we heard something thrown to the window. BOOM!
"Everybody get down!" my father yelled. Once it was cleared, we got up.
"See Nat, I told you it was a good idea to get bulletproof windows," my dad told my mom as he hold on to me.
"Yeah it was, Mal, should we go outside & investigate?" my mom asked my dad.
"Of course, Zia, Bella, & Junior go to your rooms & close your curtains," my dad ordered.
As Zia & Junior went upstairs, I stayed downstairs. "Mom, Dad, can I go investigate with you guys?" I asked.
"Of course not!" My mom told me.
"Please mom! I really want to be in the crime business like you guys, my parents," I said.
"Fine," my mother said as we walked out. I stayed in the front yard investigating & my parents went to the sidewalks. As I walked towards the window, I stepped on something hard. I knelt down & picked it up. It was a bullet.
"Mom! Dad! Come check this out!"
"What is it?" My dad asked.
"Look, its the bullet they shot to the window," I said.
"Oh my god it is," my mom said.
I investigated the bullet and ran into some ignicials.
"Mom, Dad, look at these ignicials engraved into this bullet," I said as I showed it to them.
"Oh yeah, it says "O.S." my mom said as she started at it with wide eyes realizing something.
"Could it be..." my mom whispered to herself.
"It is Natara Fallon, it's him," my dad says as he hugged my mother.
O.S., who could it be, who could my parents be talking about?