The Socs Sister
My name is Isabella but I like to go by Izzy because Izzy sounds more tuff. I am fourteen years old; I have brown eyes, and light-brown hair. I live on the east-side of town now, which means I am a greaser. My parents died when I was nine years old. First, my mom had cancer and died February fifteenth. I remember going to the hospital every day to see her; she would always try to hide her pain in front of us kids. She would take my hand and put it in hers and whisper in my ear, "No matter what happens, I will always be with you." With that said she would hold me close in her loving arms and give me a kiss on my forehead. I knew her time here on earth was about to end. How could I tell? I could tell in her voice; her voice was frail and almost inaudible voice, so delicate as if it was glass vases on you mom's counter that has been broken and glued together a million times.
This is my first fanfic, please review!?
- ClaryForever
