Ok hi! Im back again with another ACNL fanfic, this is my second one, i have seen similar things to this but I shall put some of my own originality into it and I shall be fine xD So! This story is about Isabelle, the Mayor's loyal secretary in ACNL, I have getting into writing back stories for ACNL characters' it's quite fun! So, this fanfic will be about Isabelle's feelings about bieng alone while you are not in town hall or just not playing at all! I also write about her feelings before becoming secretary and while Tortimer was in charge! So, enjoy!
When i was younger i was considered a good child, a "bright" child. I would make stories and silly characters in my head and I would be praised for it, everywhere I went my mother would tell anyone who'd listen my love for books and input. She was shocked to find out i had grown out of it, she said i "wasn't being me", I don't understand this. From the second we are born, choices get made for us. Our name, the clothes we wear, the colours of our bedroom wall's, what we eat and for a while it is ok, as we start of in life we are just learning how to walk and talk and breathe but when we get older and when we set off in adventures inside our minds of self discovery that remotely step out the category we have been given without choice "we aren't bieng ourselves" i often got hit with "this isn't you" how do you know who i am? I don't even know who i am!
Highschool was a dark time for me, everything is so stereotypical in Highschool's and it drives me insane. You are trying to find yourself in this deep ocean and you are struggling, when you swim to the surface for air, a crashing wave sends you back to the bottom. When you finally set yourself free, it can be scary but it is more scary living a lie, pretending to be something you're not. I'm Isabelle by the way. When i was a child- as i said before, I would make silly characters up in my head, i was known as "the smart one" or "the nerd, Bookworm or Teachers pet" I didn't care though, once i reached highschool, when I would do this I would be "slacking off" or "not paying attention" for me, things changed as to where i stood on the "academic ability" chart, if that is a thing. I would try so hard on tests, projects and assignments to get my hopes up and receive an F. I believe you are built to make it in life or you aren't, you can always try but if your best isn't good enough, there is nowhere for you. My mother was glad to know i had managed to make it into college, i was back to being that bright child "she always knew i was" must of been a real shock when i came home telling her that I have recently been forced to take time off school because of my stress levels, the doctor- who barely knows me either- said i was to return home from college immediately, she was disappointed- you could see it in her eyes, nevertheless she let me stay. While i lived there I tried my best to cook or clean, I tried to impress myself mainly, make myself feel useful more than anything else, and that's when my Dad called me downstairs, he was disappointed with me the most, I haven't talked to him since i had moved back home "Blossom" he called, very unenthusiasticly aswell, that was his nickname for me, Blossom but this blossom his blossom didn't bloom, it broke, "yes, Dad?" I said as i came waddling downstairs, still in my pyjamas "now" he coughed, clearing his throat "you must get a job, you clearly cant deal with college so we must do with the qualifications you have" I stared at the floor and nodded "yeh" he coughed again hem hem "chin up! You will get nowhere with an attitude like that" i stared at him seriously? "I have signed you up for the job of Mayor's secretary for a town at the other end of the country its called Bluebell, Its where your brother works, what a boy!" i stared at him "i cant leave!" He raised an eyebrow "I'm afraid you can, i have plenty of other problems without you as another burden, Digby will be there to take care of you!" My mom poked in " what he is trying to say was-" then my Dad butt back in "I said what I meant, maybe if we were harder on her in high school she wouldn't be here!" My Father wasn't trying to hurt me- he was just like that, and Digby, he was always the star. 4 minutes older. He was born, ready to shine, silent and adorable. I was born. Red faced and screaming, he was always smarter even when I was a close second in the beginning, not anymore though "but I- I clean!" He raised his other eyebrow to now "are you a maid?" I looked at the floor "I'll go pack" maybe bieng a secretary wouldn't be that bad. I could answer calls, clean an office. It wouldn't be that hard. And if I messed up "I'm just the secretary" it could be funny!
I packed some pyjamas and then looked through some of my mothers formal shirts. I would probably need a tie aswell. I put things in my case and looked online to see were bluebell was, it was very far from here, maybe leaving here would be best.
Wutcha think? Alright? Bad? Please review! I'm also participating in a FIC swap! If you are interested review honestly and then just say that you would like to fic swap with me and then I will review a fanfic of your's, ovecourse you have to be an author to do this. So yeh! Bye!!