~Chapter 1~
"Dad, have you finished down there yet?"
Isabelle was bored - bored beyond belief, as she swung her short little legs. She'd been in this room for ever and ever, she'd read every book and done every puzzle, she was just generally bored! Her father had been down in the basement for the length of two candles, and being 4 (and 3/4, as she was insistent on telling everyone) she had no real idea of how long that was. Truth is, it just felt like forever and that's all she knew.
After seemingly another age, Arthur finally rose from the basement and entered the room Izzy had been left in. Truth was, she could have left any time, but her small little hands couldn't turn the handles on the grand Tudor doors. "Dad!" she called out, her little arms stretched out as she ran into the larger arms of her father. "You promised you wouldn't ignore me again!"
"I know, love," he replied, a touch of sadness in his clear tone, "but work is work, and I have to get it done."
Isabelle sighed dramatically at this, putting on puppy eyes and her cutest pout. "But you never ever ever ever spend time with me anymore! We never do anything, and you just leave me alone!" She knew this worked every time, the charm she had on her Dad was unmatchable, as once again he fell for her innocent eyes and desperate pout.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." He said, snuggling her closer in an attempt to comfort her act. "How about we go for a picnic later, would you like that?"
Izzy nodded, looking away from her father to hide the grin that snuck its way onto her face. That was exactly what she wanted, time with her father. She wanted him all to herself really, as an Island everything was her, and she was used to that.
