Disclaimer: Not mine. Not ever. How sad...
Isabella Williams was an average 13-year old girl in most people's eyes. Mid-back length brown hair and gorgeous golden brown eyes. Isabella, or Bella as she was called because of her radiant beauty, was normal sized in height and had a slim body, though not too skinny. She lived with her aunt Mary in Miami, Florida since she was 7. She was outgoing, fun, very intelligent, talented in singing and playing the guitar, and was a total guy magnet with a great sense of humor. To most people, the perfect girl.
"Bella! Isabella Karina Williams! Get your butt down here before you miss your bus!" yelled Bella's aunt, Mary, from the foot of the stairs of their huge beach house.
"I'm going!" yelled back Isabella. She had been writing in her journal while staring out at the rolling waves from the beach shore. Their house was located directly on the beach. Their backyard had a back door that led directly into the soft sand and the foamy water. Isabella snapped closed her journal, grabbed her Roxy messenger bag, and quickly ran down the stairs.
"Bye Bella" said Mary, giving her niece a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye auntie."
"See you at 5 ok?"
"Yeah" exclaimed Bella as she bounded out the front door and headed towards the bus.
"Bye kiddies!" yelled Isabella as she made her way out the bus door.
"Bye Bella!" everyone on the bus yelled back in unison, even the driver.
"Kissies!" Everyone laughed at Bella's comment.
"Auntie, I'm home!" hollered Bella as she dropped her bag onto the floor and placed the keys on a table.
"Auntie Mary!" All Bella heard was the sound of her echo in the empty house. She suddenly heard a strange voice coming from the den.
What's that? Hopefully it's not any burglars or anything Isabella thought, making her way towards the den. The hushed voices became louder and louder as Bella came nearer and nearer. Finally, she reached the wall that leads into the den.
"She's old enough to live with her real family now!" said a voice from inside the den. It sounded like a man's voice.
"No she is not! She is only 13, and I will not let her go with the fact that You-Know-Who is in power and getting stronger," a voice she recognized like that of her aunt's said.
"But someone with her spirit and charisma to keep the school distracted momentarily and possible make them feel safer" another voice responded. That sounded like a woman.
"I know and I really want her to go so she could see how her sister has living for the past 5 or 6 years! But we, I as one of her legal guardians, refuse to put her in a unsafe position like that, especially when that lunatic is running around trying to kill that boy and-" Mary argued.
But someone interrupted. "It seems we have an eavesdropper," someone said.
To Isabella, whoever said that seemed very close, but then she snapped out of it and looked up. Uh-oh! Oops.