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Oh, hello, a casual reader, and maybe not a casual one, who stumbled across this little story about me. My name is Isabella Jane Neutron. I'm an only child, and it's a little sad.
My birth changed my parents ' lives once and for all. At first, when I was not yet in the project — everything was fine, mom and dad finally started to officially meet. My dad was not at all himself: he always lost everything if she was around, my mom-Cynthia Aurora Vortex. He couldn't resist her beauty. She is really beautiful, the most beautiful mother in the world, but her character is quite difficult. My parents didn't talk so much about their childhood and youth, perhaps because things didn't go so smoothly. So, my dear reader, as soon as the parents found out about the pregnancy, there was no limit to the feelings of excitement, anxiety and joy.
Waiting for the baby to arrive turned into a whole ordeal for Mom and dad. Not without quarrels, domestic disputes, where without them. My father did not do without science-he checked my mother's well-being, kept all the indicators normal, so that my life was not in danger. And my mother became addicted to citrus fruits during pregnancy and ate too much of them, which is why I have been allergic to them since birth. Just the sight of oranges or lemons causes the body to panic.
Everyone, without exception, was waiting for my birth. I was born on the seventeenth of November, according to my mother, then the autumn was warm. My mother never left my side: she liked to spend all her time with me, but my father's behavior was strange. Don't think that he hasn't been involved in my upbringing since the first years of my life. No, he was very attentive to me. The strange thing was that Dad had simply forgotten how to handle small children. Sometimes he was afraid to take me in his arms, sometimes in a panic he called for my mother when he realized that he could not calm me down. He tried, he invented a lot of things for little me! My toys ranged from Grandpa Hugh's plastic ducks to my father's 3D holograms.
In early childhood, I liked my grandmother's pies, especially blueberry — it is my favorite. Grandma Judy is a delicious cook, her dishes are like a wonderful song, while my mother did not stand out with special culinary skills, and neither did my father. One day, my parents confused pineapple juice with orange juice, which resulted in a rash. Fortunately, everything ended well, they did not make such mistakes again, knowing how dangerous it is for my health.
My mother liked to braid my thick hair in pigtails and ponytails. I inherited my hair color from my father: brown curls with a reddish tinge. You can't imagine how often she tormented me with these hairstyles! My mother is a demanding lady. From a very young age, my mother wanted me to be the best at everything. And at the same time, she did not want to repeat the mistakes of her mother, Sasha Vortex. Thanks to her perseverance and my talents, I have succeeded in developing among my peers. From the age of five, I was interested in books for adults, mainly those related to medicine, psychology and science. In a sense, my father may have contributed, he was confident from the moment I was born that I would inherit his intellectual abilities. But only half of it.
As a child, I was a terribly curious child. I was interested in a thousand and one questions about space, time, the universe, nature, and much more. Most of the questions were answered by Goddard — my father's mechanical friend. He's my friend now, too. My parents often answered my questions, and this process continued for several hours. It is the desire to learn as much as possible that contributes to the correct perception of the world, the development of creative abilities and logical thinking. Various inventions and devices appear as a result of healthy curiosity.
In elementary and middle school, everything went more or less smoothly, because I am a sociable and friendly person. As a child, I was friends with many people,but only with a few I have retained a real strong friendship. It's always like this: people come and go, nothing lasts forever. I'm rarely bored. What is boredom? Lack of desire for something, and I, on the contrary, have curiosity and haste. I had a lot of different objects in my hands, inventions, most of which were found in my father's laboratory.
My father instilled in me a love of science from an early age, my mother did not object, on the contrary, helped him in this, taking an active part. I was shown various inventions, such as the cheese laser, which turned everything into cheese. And, by the way, I love cheese, especially salty. Salty dishes are my passion.
I like many areas of science, such as: natural, social, but most of all I prefer medicine. I dream of becoming an intergalactic surgeon because I am drawn to space landscapes and saving sick people, animals and other alien creatures. I will never be able to pass by a sick cat or the same twonky that has not yet been banished from the Earth. My green eyes, the color of which I inherited from my mother, fill with tears when I suddenly realize that I can't help a defenseless little creature, whoever it is.
My father has a habit of shortening my name, so when he calls me, I don't hear "Isabella!" but "Bella!" Sometimes he even called me "Isa". My mother always has everything clear, no abbreviations. When I behaved badly or stood my ground, for example, in an argument, my father would say that I was just like my mother. I must have picked up some of my mother's personality traits. Smart children are not angels with perfect behavior. They are often preoccupied with their own thoughts and "don't hear" their parents. They also make up tall tales and stories. Such a fantasy shocks parents and teachers: is the child a liar? Not at all. A rich imagination is a sign of high intelligence.
Now I'm sixteen, I've grown noticeably, and my appearance has changed: my face has become longer, and the shape of my skull is similar to my father's, the length of my hair has fallen below the shoulder blades. I prefer to wear my hair loose or a high ponytail with a French braid. I like to wear light T-shirts in turquoise, emerald and purple shades. As well as Skirts, shorts of the same colors, but more often a dark palette. The main element of clothing, without which nothing can do in my outfit, is a mesh. Any color, shape, but especially black, small. Do I like someone? No. It hasn't touched me yet.
I'm one of those people who likes to collect space pebbles. In the six years of my adventures with my father, I have amassed a considerable collection of minerals from various planets. I really appreciate it, I blow a speck of dust off every stone. Whenever boredom or melancholy attacks me, I look into my paradise, where the collection is located. Adventure, travel, rescue of various alien creatures — an integral part of my life.
I love my parents, no matter how weird they are. Dad is proud of me and my achievements, and Mom is proud that to some extent she raised such a smart and beautiful girl. I will not say that the parents are happily married, but rather they are attached to each other, which does not allow them to separate. They put up with their difficulties, quarrels. Mom loves Dad with all her heart. I always saw a pearl on a chain around her neck. A pearl that her father had given her on the island as a token of his deep affection for her. My mother only told me about this moment once, but it was enough for me to remember it for the rest of my life. Island, sunset, he and she… It's so cute! Isn't that right?
The appearance of the parents gradually changed: at first, they dressed in simple casual clothes to be comfortable, and now, when a career in science is being built and there is a child who is about to graduate from high school; clothes have become more strict and businesslike, and what can I say, dad almost always goes in a lab coat, and mom in business suits-trousers, shirt, jacket, less often plain dresses to the knees, with three-quarter sleeves.
Perhaps you are wondering how I know that you are reading this text. Don't worry, I'll explain everything.
There are numerous alternative Universes. Believe it or not. Everything that you can imagine in your head, limited only by fantasy and imagination, is also similar. My world and yours are interconnected, in other words, your universe created mine. Just imagine that somewhere far away there is a universe "matryoshka". Such Universes can contain an infinite number of micro-Universes. This is a very interesting topic for research. So the fact that I am a fictional character does not bother me in any way, on the contrary, I am curious about how it all works in other Universes...
"Isabella, who are you talking to?" I heard my mother's voice as she came down to the lab. I looked at my watch — it was almost noon. I got so carried away with the story that I forgot about lunch.
"You don't know them," I said.
Well, that's where my story ends. I have to go. Bye, everyone!