I do not own Twilight or Percy Jackson and The Olympians. Stephanie Meyer and Rick Riordan do. I simply take their characters and play with them. - FindYourWayO
My name is Isabella Jackson(I know, a bit wordy), but it's the name I was born with. I'm 16, and according to a therapist I have "family issues". You see, My mom and dad
split up when I was younger, when I was 3 to be exact. I have an older brother, his name is Percy, and he is 2 years older than me. When our parents split up, we moved
with our mom to New York City, where she is from. When Percy was 12, and I 10, I moved in with an old family friend. I don't know why, mom wouldn't tell me, she said it
was better for my safety. When I was 14, I got a little strange, they sent me away soon after. Then I went to another place, and two years later they had enough, and
sent me to live in Alaska and go to school there with new guardians. I have to live with a family I've never met (again), and I don't like the sound of it. Most likely, they're
going to want to be all open and family like, and I don't believe in the thought of it where you can trust people.
It's complicated.
Anyways I'm at the airport now trying to figure out which family is supposed to be taking me home. I look for the dented sign saying that my name,
knowing my last "guardians" probably haven't picked out the best people in the world capable of taking care of me. I finally see my name neatly scrawled in the best of
cursive on a laminated board. I follow the perfect curves holding the board finding the curves to be perfectly manicured chalk-like hands. I step back and see the full
image. A nice heart-shaped faced woman with silky brown hair and a loving smile. She walks towards me and guides me to the car. I realize my mouth is open and regain
my composure. I'm Isabella Jackson and I have never let my guard down and let someone throw me off. It's very concerning that this woman is making my head fuzz and ,
causing me to become weak, and I hope the rest of the family isn't like this. Sometimes I just trust to easily and then everything becomes a mess. In the end. . . . . . . . I
end up alone.
-FindYourWayO