Hey guys! Here I am with a story that had been floating around in my head for a VERY long time, as in, before 'The Immortal Queen'. Yeah, I know, it's ancient. *cough* five months *cough*
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and any OCs I choose to bring in. I also like to think that I sort of own Isabelle, seeing as I am creating all her attitudes and stuff as the last time she appeared on Alias she was like 6, and you don't really know what she is like. So, I sort of own her, but not technically, so I won't claim to. :)
ENJOY!
"Isabelle!" someone hissed, and the young girl jerked her head off her desk hurriedly.
"What?" she asked groggily in reply, and turned to see her friend, Rory, sitting behind her.
"Were you asleep?" Rory whispered to her friend, eyebrows raised.
Isabelle was about to reply to the question, but she caught a stern look from their teacher, Mrs Daniels, and decided to keep her mouth shut and try to do her work.
She tried to focus, but her eyes refused to remain open. She was so tired...so tired...
The next thing she knew, the bell was ringing and their English teacher was saying something about their homework, but it went way over poor Iz's head. She shut her book with a slam and smoothed her messed up hair before shoving her things into her bag and walking out of the room, glad to be free.
She soon ran into Rory, who was waiting for her to catch up, and they walked out the school gate together. The only lived a few streets away from one another, and so they often walked home together.
"So, were you actually asleep in there?" the redhead asked incredulously, and all Iz could do was nod in response. "How come? Seriously, Iz, you sleep so well every night, I have never seen you like this! Your parents are like, so strict! How come you're so tired?"
"The rents were at it again last night," came the simple reply.
"You parents are still fighting? Are you kidding me? Your parents are perfect for each other, why are they fighting?"
"Beats me," Isabelle shrugged, looking completely disinterested.
"Well, I have said this before, but I think it's just a phase, I mean seriously, your family is perfect! I would do anything have your parents, and your little brother is an angel compared to my sister..." Rory continued to go on and on, but Isabelle zoned out, used to her friend's chatter.
Her parents had their first argument in August. It was now September...
"Iz? Are you gettin' anything I'm saying?" Rory asked her, waving a hand in front of her face.
"What? Oh, yeah, good," she replied, looking into the distance, and Rory groaned.
"Isabelle, you can't keep being like this! Seriously, you have to wake up! You need to get more sleep. My Aunt used to have problems sleeping, and she went to see this guy, and he did this hypnotizing thing on her, like in the movies, you know, a "you will wake up when I click my fingers three times" kind of thing. Anyway, and it worked! I think you should try it out, and while we're there, we can get the guy to try reading our palms or something."
"'Cause I'm sure that'll be accurate," Isabelle commented sarcastically, but Rory didn't notice the undertone, but nodded enthusiastically.
"Exactly! He's totally legit," she insisted, and Iz gave a half smile.
"Totally."
"Well, I'll ask my Aunt about it, you never know. Oh, and I was wondering what you thought about this outfit for the party this Saturday night. I thought it up the other day, and I just thought I would ask you to see what you thought about it! Okay, are you ready for this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be..."
"Okay, so, i was thinking, you know that floral top I got, with the pink and orange flowers?" Without waiting for confirmation from her friend, she continued. "Well, I was thinking I could wear that with my wedge heels and my bubblegum blue jeans! And I was going to wear that bubblegum smelling spray that I got the other week, and I was gonna chew bubblegum too! Get it, bubblegum, bubblegum, and more bubblegum!" She grinned with joy at her friend, finally turning to look at her. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think you'll be good enough to eat. Well, chew." Though she was being sarcastic, her words made her friend's face light up with a grin from ear to ear, and she squealed, embracing her friend.
"Oh, I can't wait! Hey, how about I sleep over on Friday night and then help you pick out what you're gonna wear?"
Isabelle smiled, but winced inwardly, desperately hoping there would be a way to get out of going to the biggest party of the month looking, smelling and eating some sort of food. She loved her friend more than anything, but sometimes Rory got a little over eager. Just a little. "Actually, you know, I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to come over at the moment, what with Mom and Dad fighting all the time."
Rory's face went sad for a moment, but then lit up once more as she had an idea. "You can just bring all your stuff over to my place! And if we can't find anything in your closet, I have a green shirt you wold love, and I mean LOVE! It's not like a dark green, it's more like, like...a grape green. That's it! A grape kind of green." She squealed happily. "This is going ot be so fun! Oh, here's my place, I have to go, but I will ask Mom of it's okay for you to come over on Friday, and I'll see what she says, okay?"
"Okay," Isabelle smiled. "Say hi to the family for me."
"I will. See you tomorrow!" Rory turned and gave her friend a hug, before turning away and walking up the drive of her home. "If you can't come over this Friday night, I'll bring the grape green top to school for you!"
Isabelle sighed, but not loudly. "Thanks Rory. See you tomorrow!"
"Bye!"
Isabelle turned away, walking down the street and turning the corner, humming a tune to herself.
She looked at the ground, and kicked a stone along the path before kicking it into the garden of her house and walking inside. "Mom, Dad, I'm...home..." she trailed off as she saw the note on the fridge from her mother.
Iz,
Gone shopping. Back 4:30, give or take. Feed fish and clean pool please.
Mom.
Sighing, she picked up her bag from where she had dumped it on the floor, and moved it out of the walkway. She then grabbed an apple out of the fridge, and began to chew on it as she dumped some fish flakes at the top of the fish tank, and watched with a smile as the little fish darted from their hiding places and began to nibble at the fallen bits of food. If only everything was as simple as the life of a fish...she though to herself. All they do is eat, sleep, poop and hide. I could deal with that.
Holding back a yawn, Isabelle walked outside and to the pool shed, grabbed the net and bucket and walked over to the pool. She began slowly dragging the net back and forth over the surface, gathering fallen leaves in the net as she did so. Her mother had decided it was an unnecessary expense to buy a pool cleaner that wouldn't last for very long anyway, and so, Isabelle was stuck cleaning it by hand. Sometimes Jack would help too, but he seemed to get away with a lot, him being the the youngest and all.
When she was finished, Isabelle picked up the bucket and headed over to the shed again, putting the net away. She then walked over to the bin and emptied the bucket's contents into it before washing it out with a hose and putting it back in the shed where it belonged.
She then walked inside to do some homework. She slid the back door open and picked her back pack up, putting it on the table. She sorted through the heavy books inside, and picked out her maths one, seeing as she actually knew what was set for homework for that subject. She had thought to write it down in the back of her book, and was glad she had done so.
She walked over to the lounge room and put her work out on the coffee table, then switched on the TV. Usually, she wasn't allowed to watch TV while doing her homework, but what her parents didn't know couldn't hurt them, right?
About 10 minutes into her work, she heard a thud coming from the kitchen. Frowning, she got up. "Mom? You there?" It was a little early for her mother to be home, and she hoped like anything she wasn't. Quickly grabbing her books, she shoved them in her bag and turned off the TV. "Mom?"
She walked into the kitchen, but saw nothing. She then walked into the front sitting room and peered through the blinds, but saw nothing. There was no car there.
Suddenly, something creaked behind her, and she spun around, ready to scream, but all she met was darkness.
Well, there is the prologue of My Deliverer! Hopefully you will get to meet West in the next chapter! :)
PLEASE leave a review to let me know what you think! If you have me on author alert, that's all well and good seeing as you'll know whenever I do anything to any of my stories, but I would really like to know what you think! I know I have heaps of stories going, but I really wanted to try this, and, well, West is one of my favorite characters, and in my other story with Isabelle, she starts of much older, and I wanted to have a look at a younger version of her and see how that went.