Isabella stood in front of the school bathroom mirror. It had been years since Phineas had noticed her. She wondered why she now had started thinking about him again.
Her current boyfriend had just broken up with her. He said she'd "changed but not in a good way." She now looked at herself, her jet black hair cut spiky at her shoulders, her black clothes making her appear even more pale than she was. She had changed. And not for the better.
She ran her tongue over her lip piercing and stared into her own dark blue eyes. She saw the sadness she'd been trying to hide all these years, bottled up so long that she didn't even realize why she felt like this anymore. She'd tried to figure it out so many times, but she always ended up back at square one.
She thought on and on about Phineas, and wondered if he too had noticed her change. The thought quickly escaped her mind. Phineas had many better things to occupy his mind with.
She glanced at the clock, took one last look, and walked out of the bathroom.