Just the intro. I have absolutely no idea where this is going. I don't even have a plot in mind. Most likely, it will seem very rushed I guess. Especially because I've no idea what is going to happen. Well, here goes.
The first day of school and I'm already late for the bus.
I walked slowly back and pounded on the front door. It unlocked and I stepped inside. I looked into my mother's strangely smug face and told her I missed the bus.
"I told you, but you didn't listen. I'm going to wake you up much earlier from now on."
How happy that seemed to make her. I scowled at her and just retorted at her to drive me to school.
I brushed past her to the garage and climbed into the passenger side.
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"Well Isabella," I looked irritably over at her, she knew I hated that name, especially when coming from her mouth, "have a fine day at school.
You remember what I told you, yes?" Unfortunately. Did she have absolutely no confidence in me? I'm not a five year old anymore. I didn't dare
voice my thoughts. Without an answer from me she parked the car and I opened the door and made my way quickly to the main entry way.
I glanced back: she was already gone. Thank freakin'--"Oof!"
I fell forward but allowed my body to relax, catching myself with my hands and feet in a push-up position on the concrete. I stood back up
and adjusted my hair. I turned to see who had bumped into me.
"Hey, my bad, I wasn't really looking where I was going."
The speaker had a soft voice. Timid, I thought. I took the time as he apologized to look him over. He was short, around 5'9'', just four inches
above my self. He had his hair cut, in what looked like a crew cut, dark brown, and it made him look so much more mature for him. He had a
strong build, but not overly. He looked fast, as well as strong. But what hit me most was his face. It was like looking at the younger version of
my dad-- meaning that he was also similar to me. His eyes, the familiar chocolate brown. Strong jaw just like Dad, and the high cheekbones I
saw every time I looked in the mirror. Something was off, I couldn't specifically know what it is, but the emotion in his eyes, the posture of his
body, and just his voice, told me that he was sad, a stressed and exhausted sad. Like me, he's seen something that someone should never
see.