Isabela Levaine, or Izzy, as she preferred to be called, sat with her boyfriend Matt Clifford on his living room couch, cuddled into him, smoking a cigarette. It was a warm, sunny summer day. The sun shone brightly through the windows. The summer was almost over, and Izzy's junior school year at Westbridge High had ended early, due to an issue with one of the other juniors there, Heather Newman. Heather had sent to the school naughty pictures of Izzy, and one of Izzy's cousins, Jaymie Levaine, to the entire school via e-mail. Izzy had flipped out on her, beating the shit out of her on school grounds, and afterwards running away to her boyfriend and living with him. So she has been living with him since then, and it has been a year. This led to her missing about half a year of school, mysteriously dissapearing. And the new school year was starting soon.
"Isabela, you know you shouldn't be doing that." Matt said to her, watching her take a drag from the cigarette. He didn't reallylike the fact that she smoked. But he couldn't blame her, he had done it himself, which is where she had picked up the habit.
"Doing what?" Izzy asked him, knowing full well what he was talking about."And you know I don't like being called by my full name."
"Yes, and you know I don't really like it when you smoke, either." Matt said, taking the cigarette out of her hand.
"Well, you did it too, and anyway, it depends on what I'm smoking." Izzy said, taking it back and placing it in her mouth. She stood up, and looked out the window, squinting her eyes in the sunlight that shone through. "Hey, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"What if I decided to go back to Westbridge this year?"
"I would question your sanity, but I'd be fine with it," Matt said, looking up at her after a breif pause. But he couldn't look away again. She was gorgeous. Her hair was smooth, her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Her body curved nicely. He loved it. "Why would you want to go back?"
"I don't know, to finish highschool? I'm not gonna stay out just because of one thing. If people don't like me, should I care? No. I want to graduate, and be able to live a good life, and I'm not letting little miss prissy stop me." Izzy said, turning from the window to face Matt. She sat on his lap, and brushed his deep brown bangs out of his eyes. They were always covering up his eyes, damn that emo boy hair. "I'm not letting anything stop me. Drama, is not going to stop me."
"We will see," Matt said, smiling at her. She is so stubborn, he thought to himself. "But we still have three days until the first day of school. Enough time for you to mentally prepare yourself."
She looked at him, and smiled as she shook her head. She stood up slowly, and trailed off to the bathroom. It was average sized. The floor was tiled, with brown designs, the shower had clear, sliding doors, the toilet a cream color, with a sink to match, right next to it. Above the sink, was an average sized mirror, with four light bulbs above it, dimly lighting the bathroom. She walked infront of the sink, and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mixture of honey-blonde and brunette. It was medium lengthed, just below her shoulders. Layered, thicker on the top than the bottom. Her bangs were angled to the left, just covering the edge of her left eye. She looked gorgeous. Plus she had grown into her body a little more over the summer. She was now officially, as the adults say, "A woman." Which she hated when they said that. She was a woman, of course, she was 18 years old, her birthday passing that July. And she was finally ready to return to school.
"I'm ready for the new school year. Ready to return after being gone for what, half of the year?" Izzy stated, running a hand through her hair, and then walking out of the bathroom back to the couch Matt was still sitting on. She looked into his bright brown eyes and smiled. "I'm completely ready."
But she wasn't so sure of this.