What's up, my readers and friends?
I'm sorry if I haven't update TCLF for a while. Having a hectic sched makes me sooo tired then I have my exams next week! It's getting in my nerves! *sighs* I hate my life.
Enough with the rambling about my personal life. Time to get serious a little bit.
I'm here to give you another story though I planned that I'll publish this in Feb. But a song changed my mind so if you want, thank that sonmg and the singers (It is the same song I will use as a soundtrack of this story. You will know it when you read Chapter 1.) I am about to give another Phinabella story that will make you happy, sad, and cry. In a good way, I hope. So, if you're excited to see it then... Let's get started!
(Disclaimer: I'm tired saying this but I have no choice. Oh well. I do own nothing, guys.)
"Prologue"
Stop right here and listen very carefully.
If you're reading this story, then I'm advising you to stop reading and try to read something else. Or do something that will make you distracted from reading this story. I'm sure that you're thinking I'm just messing up with you.
But you're wrong.
I just don't want to share this story. I don't want to give you the reason to be sad. Why? Because this story contains tragic moments but don't worry, there is also some happy moments in my life.
Nevertheless, I still don't want to share it.
And if you're smart enough, don't continue reading.
Don't. Read. More.
I SAID, DON'T READ!
Good. Now I know I can trust you.
You're curious. You're brave. And you're not afraid to hide a secret or to experience sadness. But let's get something straight: if, despite my warning, you insist on reading this story, you can't hold me responsible for the consequences. No, it won't blow up in your face. Or bite your head off. Or tear you limb from limb. It probably won't injure you at all.
So... let me introduce myself.
I'm Isabella. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro.
And this is my story.
You can read it now.
But remember... I warned you.
So, let's get started with Chapter 1!