*My first story on here. Summary: Izzy of the Total Drama series is more than meets the eye. She's crazy, sure, and has blown up a few things in the past, of course. She's even made friends with beavers! But did you know she lives with a mental asylum escapee, and has for half her life?*
A small seven year old girl was running down the street as fast as humanly possible. Hot tears were streaming freely down her face, her wild, frizzy, flaming red hair billowing in front of her peircing, neon green eyes, slightly obscuring her vision. Her name was Izabel, Izabel Porrin, and she was in threat of her life.
Izabel, nicknamed Izzy by her peers, was quite plainly terrified. She was being chased by a man in a durag, his breath reeking fouly of alchohol. She had only run away from her single mother's home a week ago, then met up with a haggard outside a bar in passing that day. He had tried to lure her into an alleyway for things she didn't know of, but she had refused, causing the man to grow angry and lash out at her. She had ran, and still is, the man cat- calling her from behind.
As if she hadn't been through enough stress, now having to deal with a drunk on her tail. As I had told you, She had run away from her mother's just a week before. She didn't drink, but abused her greatly, and threatened her life more than once. She hardly cared for her safety.
And Izzy ran, her darkened surroundings whizzing past in fuzzy shadows, the streetlights guiding her. Her knee length jade green dress was frayed and faded, indicating she'd had it for some time. She had on pink balley flats, and a yellow headband unsuccessfully holding back her massive onslaught of hair.
She turned a corner sharply, looking back over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the man still chasing her, That's when she stopped dead on, running into something feeling like a brick wall.