Isabellas POV
Another year, another school… Why can't mom and I just stay at some place for once? Her job moves her around the country all the time. The longest I've stayed on the same place is like, 1 year. I always have to leave my friends behind, so I try not to make too strong relationships with people.
Now, we've moved to a place called Danville in the Tri-state-area. The house is pretty nice, it has a swimming pool. Don't get too attached to it, thought. But this time, mom's boss actually told us that we won't be moving around anymore, this will be our house permanently! I don't know if they're telling the truth or not, but I'll try to make some friends.
My name is Isabella Garcia Shapiro, by the way. I'm 16 years old and my mom and I are alone in our family, except Pinky, my chihuahua. My dad died 3 years ago in an airplane crash, and I have been pretty distant ever since. I had a strong bond to my dad, and when I was 4, he promised that one day, he'll walk me down the aisle. Ever since he told me that, it was our goal, to find me the perfect guy. But we never reached it together.
The last three years has been tough too me, and I haven't had one single friend during it. Except Pinky and my diary. I talk to my mother about everything and anything, she's the only one I can trust.
Now, I'll be going to Danville High, the local high school. It seems to be a pretty good school, actually. The latest technology, good teachers, beautiful surroundings. I just hope the people there are good, too.
Not just another school with bitchy girls and guys who only wants me for my body. I have very good grades and people use to tell me that I'm beautiful, even though I don't believe the last part. When I look into the mirror, all I can see is… me. I want to special to someone. So when I look into the mirror, I can think: 'I mean something to someone, someone thinks I'm special.' And that's all it's gonna take to make me satisfied.
What can I say, not everyone's life is a bed of roses. Mine isn't. But hey, if life gives you a challenge, accept it.
"Isa, darling wake up! We're here!" My mom says as we pull up to the driveway. I step out of the car and look around. It's pretty much like the pictures of the house online just more… alive.
"Wow mom, it's beautiful!" It really is, actually. "I know, right? Let's just hope that my boss will keep his word. Maybe, you can finally start a life here, hija." She says happily. "Well, I don't know mama. I don't think I will get too attached to it." My mom gives me a reassuring smile before she walks into the house.
"Okay Isa, I'll let you choose your room first. Go on, explore the house!" Mom says, carrying two boxes into the house. "Thanks mom" I say and with that, I'm off to 'explore' the house.
I walk up the stairs and enter a room. It's shaped as a square, maybe a little bit rectangle. I walk up to the window and look out. It's a view of the street and the neighbor's house. You can see right through one of the windows upstairs. It seems to be a room with two beds and, is that an English phone booth?
Whatever, this room seems pretty nice. "Okay mom, I've picked a room!" I shout as my mom enters it. "Oh Isa, it's perfect! But you do know that there's a room with a view on the backyard too, right?" She asks. "Yeah, I know. But in this room, you have a perfect view on the neighbors!" I say and laugh a little. My mom smiles and shakes her head. "Well, that's nice, Isa. Now, come down and help me with all the things, the furniture-truck(if that's a word) just arrived!"
4 hours later
"I think we've started to put everything together now, mama!" I say as I look around. It looks like a normal house, except all the empty boxes everywhere. We need to take a trip to the dump later, I think.
"Yes, I think so, Isa! Well, it's getting late, and you can't be tired on your first day of school tomorrow! Go to bed now, te amo!" She says as I leave. "I love you too, mama!" I brush my teeth and put on my pj's, and then I'm off to bed.
I take out my diary and looks through it. It's not so much special stuffs in it, since I've never had a real friend and I've never even been close to have a boyfriend. Well, all the boys in the previous schools thought I was sexy and hot and stuff like that, but as I said before, they just liked me for my body. I want a boy too like me for me.
And because of that, I've never had sex either, of course. Heck, I haven't even kissed a guy! Or yes I have, but that was truth or dare, it doesn't count. It's embarrassing to talk about, but I don't have any friends so who would I tell?
Of course, my mom asks me every now and then if I've had sex yet, and even though it's just her, I still feel like a coward when I say no. But she's just relieved, of course.
Well, enough talking now, I should really go to sleep. Tomorrow is a 'big day'.
