"I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me," She sang smiling her wicked smile "Papa-paparazzi"

"Isabella, Dear" I stood up "There is no way this is going to work"

Hello. My name is Darien Ian. I am Isabella's best friend and let me tell you, it is the most erratically impossible, extremely horrifying, and excitingly wonderful thing I have ever erm… partaken in. Isabella Windlove is a lunatic and I am glad to say I am a lunatic with her.

My story starts about eight years ago. Isabella was throwing cupcakes around the classroom after hearing there was no strawberry banana flavor. It was the first time I personally heard of the flavor. Obviously, it wasn't the first time she heard of it.

Six years ago I was stuck in detention for chewing gum in class, Isabella was stuck in detention for lighting things on fire. You can see the difference in our personalities.

And about 4 years later I saw her again this time it was a bit different but all the same. My dad works for the RCMP. Yes, he is part of the Royal Canadian Mountain Police. It sounds dumb but long story short he's a cop.

She was apparently running from the RCMP for doing something so horrible…it took me weeks to find out.

"So Dad," I said chewing my toast. "What's the latest scandal in the force?"

"We are chasing someone new, no more Brett Weiners we caught him" He picked up more bacon and piled it on his plate. This was back before mum forced him to eat healthier.

"What's he look like" I continued buttering my toast

"She, son" My father pulled a paper out of his bag with a girl's face on it. She couldn't have been older than 14.

"Dad she looks my age" I pulled the photo closer to me to get a better look. She had fiery red hair and blaring green eyes that stared right down into my core. She had a wicked smile and sinister look on her face. A look I recognized. It was Isabella Windlove. I wanted to tell my dad but if I knew him well, and I did, he would think I knew where she was.

"So what'd she do" I asked as I got up to get something to drink.

"I cant tell you son, lets just say when we find her she is gonna be locked up for a long time" He finished his breakfast and got out of his seat and left the room.

"If you find her…"

My last clear memory of Isabella was a week before that day.

*

"Darien!" The blonde girl who's name escapes me now "I dare you to sit with the freak"

Isabella was always labeled as the freak. She was as crazy then as she is now.

"Hey" I said when I sat down at the empty table that only held one person. Isabella Windlove.

"Hello" She looked up from her sandwich "What's your name"

"Da-" She cut me off

"Lemme guess!" She closed her eyes when I closed my mouth "Darien Ian! It has a nice ring."

"Yeah" I smiled "And you're Isabella Windlove, beautiful name. Nice to meet you" I put my hand out and she hesitated to touch it but as soon as she felt safe she grabbed it and shook vigorously.

"Nice to meet you!" She smiled and metal braces showed with metallic colors.

At the time my best friend was a boy named Justin Brookes. He was persuasive because he was the definition of gorgeous. He slid down in the seat next to me with some of the girls because he saw the smiles suspecting she was actually making friends.

"I heard you were a lesbian" He smiled. One of the girl sat on the table and touched her arm with her toe

"Do You think I am sexy?" She asked

"Ew Don't touch me you freak!" The other girl said.

I saw Isabella breaking inside. They all cornered her at the end of the table asking her personal and awkward questions. But in a blink of an eye she was gone.

*

I got more toast and I tried to figure out what in the world Isabella could have done.