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Isabella stared at her long whie blonde hair and bright blue eyes into the mirror thinking that she needed a change, To start a new life. She just moved from Jacksonville, Florida, and now lives in Palm Beach Gardens Florida.
Her Mom just got re-married to Bill, Your typical fat bald rich guy. Isabella always knew that her mom only married him for his money, her mom was so easy to read. They just moved into this big white house on the corner of Piff road, It was huge and had two floors, It had a giant living room with a big white couch and glass table, the kitchen was all grey marble and had two dish washers, Seriously, who needs two dish washers?.
Then if you went up stairs it was her parents bed room. It was giant and the colors were mostly brown. She slowly walked to her room. It wasnt what she expected.. It was big and white, All white, White walls, white carpets, white bed, white dresser, and a gift from Bill, A white make-up vanity table with another giant mirror and again she felt the need for a change. As she was about to leave the room when she spotted a large white envelope sitting on the bed out of the corner of her eye, She slowly walked over and teared it open. Inside the envelope held five-one-hundred dollar bills, her mouth dropped open, She was not filling with joy, but with anger. Bill was only kissing up. Isabella's 17th birthday just passed, and she now had a car that Bill and her mother had boughten for her (It was a white convertable) and five hundred dollars to spend she decided to go to the mall and change her look a little. She walked into a salon called peggy's cuts and asked if they cut fit her in for a hair cut. They had plenty of time, Isabella was very pleased with her new hot pink streaks coming from underneath the front of her hair. She looked completly different.
After that she went and did some more shopping when she suddenly got a phone call, It was Bill. He called to tell her.. news, Her mom just passed away 6 Minutes ago from a fire, she was at the train tracks and thought she could make it before the train crossed, she had hit the brakes so hard that the car stalled right there on the tracks and the train hit her car and exploded and she burned to death in a fire.
Isabella would never be the same.
