Everyday's the same. Get up. Go to school. Come home. Nothing really exciting happens to me. I'm invisible. And that's the way I like it. It's simple this way.
My names Isabella. People call me Bella. I live in Phoenix, Arizona with my mom Renee and my step dad Phil. My real dad lives in forks but we don't talk much. His names Charlie. In a way it's weird I don't live with him. Me and him are the same. Don't like a lot of attention. Don't like to show are emotions. Don't like to talk; well don't like to talk a lot. But he lives in Forks. It rains so much there. I like the heat.
Well anyways, when you're invisible you don't have to be fake. You don't have to lie. You don't have to get hurt. You just slip by. Some people know your there. Teachers, Parents, Friends if you have any. But why would I need more?
I'm the type of girl the gets nervous when her hand gets called on in class. Not because I'm too stupid to figure out the answer, but because when you get called on all heads turn your way. I don't like attention. Never have, Never will. I don't get much attention anyways.
Well, not until today anyways.