What is this?! Holy plot-twists, Bat-Man, could it be?! It is!

That's right. I'mma writing a Phinabella! XD

Well, at least I'm thinking about it. I had this really, really, really good idea while writing another chapter for LFLS. See, I notice that I'm really good at writing funny, humorous stories, but I'm extremely good at dark stuff. I guess it's because I'm more interested in that kind reading; I like the kind of books that make my spine tingle. But, I also like a really good slice of life kind of fic.

This, at least to some extent, gives me BOTH! XD

However, I want to do something new. I won't say too much, though. You're gonna have to read and see.

So, I beg of all of you that when you post your reviews (if at all) you have to tell me if I should continue the story. It might add on to the list of stories I'm working on, but I really wanna do this nonetheless. So, please, give me your opinion. Should I continue it? Read and find out.

Enjoy~!

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I am a book worm.

That may seem pretty mundane to you, but, I do have a point behind those seemingly meaningless five words. Being someone who reads books upon books and so forth, I cannot tell just how many tragic stories, whether it be from Shakespeare, or Edgar Allen Poe, or someone else all together, involve death of one or several characters. It's not the main characters all the time, but usually it is.

What people tend to forget is that a tragedy is not simply when one dies another's death. It's actually a bit more complicated. Really, it's a dramatic composition, often in verse, dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person destined through a flaw of character or conflict with some overpowering force, as fate or society, to downfall or destruction. So, what happened to me...or, my friend, at least...can definitely fit as a tragedy.

My friend didn't die, nor have any of my closest friends or family members. But what happened effected her greatly, as well as the people around her. Including me, and especially my brother: Phineas.

Neither of us are related by blood, but it never really mattered. No one ever had to ask if we were brothers, since it was pretty obvious from the get-go. We have a sort of bond that's like no other. Or was. Things are a little different nowadays; and it's not really just because we're teenagers now. We still stick together, though with Candace out of the house we now have separate rooms (I'm still not sure if it's degrading or not that I ended up moving to Candace's room. I was never lucky when it came to coin tosses).

Fact was, everyone had seemed to...change in one way or another. Some were for the better, some for the worst, though I'm pretty sure it was mostly the latter. There was logic behind that kind of reasoning, given what the circumstances.

Isabella Garcia-Sharpio was always so...strong. Sassy as some may call her, she was one of the boldest people I knew. She was a born-leader, and pretty much every underdogs' superhero when it came to bullying. She even had the strength to take on Danville's biggest bully, Buford. Given that Buford was actually a friend of ours, you can see plainly that not much of this kind of thing happened in Danville.

Moving on, Isabella wasn't without flaws. Sometimes, she could be a little too strong for her own good. Lately, she began thinking that she could handle herself all on her own. And she was still pretty sassy, no matter what she'd tell you. In fact, whatever she'd probably say would probably prove everyone's point, given with the way she acted when she tried to prove her own.

But the one thing that she lacked in the most was probably her misguidance. Let me explain: in more ways than one, Isabella can be quite unaware. Not as much as Phineas, but nonetheless, she was a pretty innocent girl. She never realized the reality of situations. Sure, she understood the little things like "don't talk to strangers", "don't stay out late", "don't drink under-aged", etc. But, she could be very...distracted by certain things.

When I say "certain things", I mean, of course, one thing. One person, actually. My little brother Phineas himself.

It was to no one's surprise that Isabella continued to pursue his interest. The clarity still failed to hit the bulls-eye that was my brother's brain. Funny, though Phineas is smart when it comes to machines, he's stupid when it comes to love. And he actually SUCCEEDED in matchmaking once. I kid you not. Baljeet and Mishti have been having a long distance relationship for two years now thanks to him.

You could imagine how pissed off Isabella was to know that Phineas was quite capable of creating a relationship, but was too ignorant to to suffice in a relationship of his own.

It was actually a bit entertaining, as strange as it sounds. I may be sounding a tad bit mean, but over the years I've come to realize that Phineas would one day come to realize his feelings for Isabella. So there was no actual harm in a little fun. While Isabella had tried to win Phineas's love for her, Baljeet, Buford, and I were coming up with nicknames for them. Oblivious Phineas, Sassabella, Hard-Headed Flynn, Desperella...ah, the list goes on.

A lot of people have argued that Isabella's feelings for Phineas was no more than a crush. That it was only temporary and wouldn't last for much longer. Well let me say this: Isabella has been "crushing" on Phineas since she was about six years old. She's seventeen right now, and is still having feelings for him. With dedication like that, there is no doubt in my mind that she is experiencing love.

The obsessive and compulsive kind, yes; but love, nonetheless.

However, as I said before, she was still misguided, in more ways than one. Actually, we all kind of were. For even I believed at a time that good things only happen to good people, and that the same thing applied to bad things and bad people. Since it was that way since we were younger and even prior to the incident, we assumed it to be factual. The thing was, that the very thought of that not always being the case had never once crossed our minds.

And then it happened, all so quickly. Like a nightmare that we shan't ever wake up from. The statue quo that we all held so dearly crumbled to the pits below, never to return. The whole happiness junk that we had experienced, the things we thought of the world, were nothing but mere imagination. Nothing more.

It was then that reality had hit us all like a ton of bricks. Danville was no utopia where everything was perfect. It turned out to be like any other town out there. It wasn't the most dangerous place, but it wasn't as safe as we all thought it was. Even our parents were pretty shocked at what had happened.

To be blunt, things at our normally quiet town changed that day, and so did we. But none more than Isabella. The former Fireside Girl we all knew and loved seemed...seemed...transformed, in a sense. Not completely, but...still...she wasn't herself anymore. It was unsettling for all of us, truth be told.

Phineas took it the worst. He learned something that day: how to hate someone. He hated the person who did this. He hated the people there who didn't stop it from happening. But most of all, he hated himself for being one of those people who simply stood there and did nothing about it. He of all people...the one who could do anything, supposedly, let his best friend get hurt.

He used to be so optimistic and forgiving to everyone he met, friend or foe. Now, he wanted nothing more than to make whose ever fault this was pay for his sins in the most gruesome way possible. I didn't blame him for wanting this. I long for the day that everything settles down and gets back to as it once were.

Unfortunately, we can't always get what we want.

I knew that my hopes were meaningless, but it only made me want to achieve that end all the more. Perhaps it was knowing that there was no possible way of having that come true that fueled this longing. Youthful rebellion, you know? So it wasn't right for me to judge my brother for wanting revenge, because...because...ugh, I can't even...

It's not fair. It's just not fair. Isabella never did anything to hurt anyone. She hurt Buford's pride, but she never broke the law.

She never gossiped.

She never stole.

She never tried to step off the path of righteousness until that one night.

Why must life punish her for that one mistake?! WHY?!

It wasn't fair...but, nothing really is, huh? It's how life works. But it can never change the hurt we all feel even now.

Even as I sit here, I feel...sick? Remorseful? I don't know. But I can tell you that I don't like it one bit. I have never felt such negative emotions in my entire life, even before the trial has even begun.

As I begin praying for things to turn out alright somehow, deep down I know that it wouldn't be alright. It would never be alright again. It was as if everyone's innocence was...gone.

I only hope now that today ends quicker than others.

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