Chasing Fireflies
All I could remember the pain of His love. The love I desired like a kid wanting to open presents on Christmas eve. The excitement, no the passion was there, but not anymore. I saw his face upon the lips of my best friend, I couldn't stand the His presence anymore. My only thought was to her lovely boyfriend and oh, what will he think? I can't believe I changed for Him, now I'm changing back. My name is Isabella Swam, but call me Iz instead of Bella.
chapter 1
After the scene of the crime, I left the Cullen house in tears and driving in this condition wasn't the best, but i couldn't stay a moment longer. I saw myself the mirror above me and my eyes was blood-shot red with puffy lips and pink face. I can't let one guy to get me this upset. Isabella this isn't the real you, I thought to myself. First thing to do is get rid of this old truck that Jake gave me for a brand new car. Out with the old and in with the new.
Days like this I want to drive away
Pack my bags and watch your shadow fade
You chewed me up and spit me out
Like I was poison in your mouth
You took my light, you drained me down
That was then and this is now
Now look at me
This sing gave me the boost of confidence to keep doing what I was planning and oh when the Cullens see me at school tomorrow, it's on. After making several stops to the mall to get new clothes that I knew He wouldn't approve cause he made me dress like this plain jane of a girl, knowing i love miniskirts, converse, and accessorize like crazy. None of the Cullens knew about this but me and Charile. I pulled up to the hair salon, I had to cut my hair cause I knew how much He loved it!
"hello, welcome to Tres Bella, How may we assist you today?" A short, black lady said behind this big round desk.
"yes I wanted to get a haircut, please" I asked smiling.
"Okay miss follow me" she said and let me to the wash station. "Anything specific?" she asked before washing my hair.
I thought about it and I didn't really know what I wanted so I said, "Surprise me" And she went to work.
I can hear the clippers clipping my long brown hair and I didn't shed a tear because I needed this change. After sitting under the dyer. the lady came again to ask me, "Do you like your make up done too today miss?"
"What a lovely idea, yes I would please and thank you" I said grinning. Once she had me back in her chair, My hair was wet but wavy and short. I smiled as another woman appeared and applied the make up, while the lady blow dried my hair. I felt like i was getting the ultimate treatment. What's the point over crying over spill milk right?
