Disclaimer: Unfortunatley I do not own The Rocky Horror Picture show, some crazy, yet, god like man, whom goes by the name Richard O' Brien does! Has much as I would love and give the world to own a masterpeice such as that, the truth is, I DON'T. I do, however, own Isabella Hapshatt, yes she was created in my overfilled nodel and there she shall stay, and finally come to live amongest these pages on the world wide web. So please, sit back, grab a cola, and enjoy bits and peices of me and Richard's creations!


Sometimes I like to think I'm somewhere else. In another dimension, another area, another place, another planet. Its just a fantasy really. Its always the same place though. A planet not too far away. Where its always night, the moon lights everything up. The waters are a smokey black sort of color, the beaches sparkle and gleam. Its gorgeous!

The people who live there have beautiful, fair skin and adoring accents. Everyone and everything is accepted. The sun doesnt exist. Its beautiful. I however always come back down into reality and am me again, back in Earth, back in a boring town. The home of happiness? How come I'm so miserable?

Sorry for my uncontrolable babbeling on and on..

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Isabella Hapshatt.

I'm a good 5'6 in height, 135 lbs, 17 years of age, have freckles forming around my cheeks, dirty blonde, yet fair hair, and green eyes.

I'm not sure who I take after, my mom, or, my dad.

My dad is the well known Ralph Hapshatt, famous scientist in Denton.

My mother, a stay at home house wife, Betty Munroe.

Its now 2:20 and I am leaving my school for the summer. Everyone is shouting and laughing hurrying out of the school's grounds. I however, am in no rush, sure, I am glad its over, but...I really don't want to go home, my mom and dad are having their friends over today. When Brad and Janet, their 'friends', are around, they act perfect. I know my parents, and they are no where near perfect.

Brad and Janet are great, don't get me wrong, but its like the partidge family when I get home. It just makes me wanna...grr, I can't even explain it! The one thing I enjoy when the majors visit is their gorgeous son. He is simply gorgeous.

He has curly black hair, long eyelashes, and hazel brown eyes, the eye lashes that form under them are also pretty long, so it looks like he wears eye liner, and, even though this may sound odd, it makes him even cuter.

I walked in the door, and sighed as I heard my mom giggle from the kitchen, maybe I can make it upstairs before I'm signaled out.

"Ohhh IZZY!"

Too late!