Isa' is your average geek who has great grades, is pretty, and has traveled all over the country, but she has a problem. A sleeping problem. Since she found out she was moving to Fort Myer, Florida, she has not slept for one second. But, when she actually starts sleeping, what will happen? Who will she become?

A/N: Okay, this is OBVIOUSLY my own story :) It is based off the poem bellow, which belongs to me respectively. Hope y'all enjoy it.


Ice Princess

by

Green Eyed Tabby

"Ice Princess"

She sits on a throne of ice.

A sly smile plastered on her face.

She gazes over the land.. Her land

Covered in snow, glistening in the rising sun.

Her hands so cold… feel nothing…

Yet she smiles.

The ice comforts her…

With its sharp coldness.

Ice princess.. covered in cold darkness…

Yet still, she burns bright.

So happy in the cold.

So happy alone..

In her castle of glass and ice.

She sits, smiling..

Watching the snow and ice…

Do not melt and die…

The sun does not warm her skin…

Nor melt her throne.

So she sits there.. all alone..

On her island of ice,

Just she, the cold, and some books…

Flying in the sky.

Ice Princess…

In coldness she bathes

In darkness she thrives..

In light, she laughs,

Her insides so warm,

Yet her flesh…

So cold.

On her island filed of ice,

She is happy…

But then…

Then she wakes up.

Wakes up on the ground,

Her flesh warm…

Her insides cold,

Longing for night.

Chapter One

The 'Princess'

She looked up from her book, her violet orbs flashing as the light that barely came through her window shined brightly in her face. Damn, it's morning already, she thought, as she put her book mark in place, and carefully set her book on her night stand.

She had not had one minute of sleep since before she could remember. She practically ran off of the food she ate, which was quite a bit more than most girls her age, and her books. Her father was ALWAYS getting onto her about staying up, so she has learned to " go to sleep " and then curl up under her blankets with her book light as soon as his low snoring could be heard. 'I've got five minutes till father comes to get me, I'd better act like I've been sleeping,' she thought, pulling the covers back farther, then ruffling up her hair, and climbing in.

"EEEESA!" her father shouted, making the I in her name extend as he opened up her door. Her full name was actually Isabella, but she preferred Isa', so she made sure that no one, not even her own father called her by her name. She had many reasons, but that was another story altogether.

"Wake up bonzo, we gotta get going, don't wanna be late on your first day of school!"

"Yes Daddy, I'm getting up, I'm getting up." She said with fake grogginess as she put up her usual 'teen who can't wake up' act. Her head fell back on the pillow, mimicking how she used to act in the morning before her sleep problems started.

"Come on Isa', not this morning, I got to get in the shower, so get your ass up and get dressed!" her father said, his temper climbing. 'Time to throw out the act,' she thought, swinging her legs reluctantly out of her bed and standing up.

"Yes Daddy," she whispered, as his tall form moved down the hall of their new home. They had just moved even FARTHER south, and were finally living in their own home, in a little town in northern Florida, Fort Myers, to be exact. She had wanted for the past five years to move back up out West, but to no avail, her father's jobs seemed to take him everywhere but there. This was her senior year and it was almost over, that is, for her. She has just turned sixteen over the summer, and on that day, her father told her that they were moving. She did her best and acted happy, but secretly, she broke down into tears every night before they left, and since her birthday, maybe even before then, she had not slept a wink.

So, she pulled open her drawer labeled Tomorrow and placed her clothes neatly on her bed (her father had given her a label maker as a present for her birthday and she had gone BEYOND nuts with it.) and walked into her bathroom .

She was dressed and ready to go, wearing her trade mark blue jeans and for once a nice tee-shirt, paired with her new running shoes. Her satchel, as she liked to call it, was over her shoulder, and neatly filled with books and folders she had pre-labeled a week before after receiving her school schedule. She wasn't all too excited about her new school and moving into the area, but she couldn't lie, she did like change every once in a while.

"Daddy, I'm going to start the car!" She shouted, moving towards the door, and outside into the sun. 'Gosh, it sure is warm out, maybe I should have worn shorts?' she thought, as she walked towards the Eclipse. Ah cars, she loved them, and this one, she loved more than any other. Her father had bought himself a new Eclipse GT V6 just that summer and had given her his old one, but although she had the older car, her father was INSISTING that he should drop her off her first day. She loved her father dearly, but he was taking this all a bit too far.

She and her father, whom she fondly referred to as 'Daddy,' had a close relationship, but since this last move, she had slowly moved away from him and secluded herself. This really had him freaked, for over ten years they had been together as a team, ever since her mother messed everything up when she was barely five. THAT, was why she didn't like Isabella as a name, it was what her mother had called and named her. Every time someone called her that, she mentally cringed inside. Her mother was a sore subject and one that as a child she heard about quite too frequently. Not to say she didn't love her mother, she just did not like her and made a point after her mother let them down back in Virginia, to not call or talk to her. The two had not spoken in about a year. She looked up from the seat, her mental reverie falling as she saw her father making his way towards the car. She quickly vacated his seat in favor of the passenger. "So Isa', how does it feel to be classified as a senior?" her father said, smiling at her.

"Good I guess, I just hope its not like middle school when everyone said I was lying about both my age and grade." She replied, staring in front of the car.

"I'm sure it will be fine, besides, if they don't believe you, they can read that new ID tag of yours." he said, pulling out of their drive way quickly with ease.

"Yeah Daddy, I'm sure it will," she said, sighing inside. 'I'm crossing my fingers,' she thought as they made their way into town.


A/N: okay, thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my story :) Hope you enjoyed it and please leave me a comment telling me if you think i should continue this and your general opinion. IF you want to, No pressure. :D