Hey everyone, to clear a few things up. When I said Isabella was based on me, I meant ambitions, and town size. Not the home life.
Anyways, hope you like this.


Isabella smiled as she pulled into the driveway. She had aced the driving test and was officially mobile. She was so happy, only two more weeks till New York. As she bounced happily into the house she immediately smelt cigarettes. Oh-no Rick's here as she slowed her pace as she entered the kitchen. "Hi mom, I aced the driving test." She said with a smile. She saw her mother with a empty beer bottle, and Rick with a cigarette package, sitting at the table.

"Good yer home," her mom stood up slapping a 20 into her hand. "Go down to Tom's and get me a six-pack and bottle of Vodka." She slurred shoving her out the door.

Back at her 85 Chevy Caviler, Isabella smiled. She knew Tom would sell the drink to her. He only sold her liquor because he knew it was for her mother. He only charged half price though. She decided then that a wig would be the better solution to her hair problem. She jumped into the seat, blasted the radio and tore out of the driveway, heading towards the center of town.

*****

Despite the high-tech navigational equipment on the Blackbird, it took the team of four, 2 days to find the cow town that the new mutant lived in. As the eased Scott's car into the center parking lot they saw her walking out of a liquor store, bag in hand.

"Great why do I always go on the trips to find the troubled ones!" Logan complained out loud. Earning him a slap up side from Jean.

"It's probably not booze, she's only supposed to be 16, they wouldn't sell that stuff to her." Ororo replied to Logan's comment.

"Scott, why don't you go talk to her?" Jean suggested, holding her fingers to her temples, obviously reading the girls mind.

"Why me?" he asked startled at Jean's suggestion. He had never been good at explanations.

Jean laughed, facing him, "She spotted you, and thinks your cute!" she said with a giggle.

Scot sighed and got out of the car and walked over. The girl, Isabella, if he remember right, was putting the bag into the trunk. As she shut-it she turned around to face him.

She jumped and yelped with surprise. Dropping her old army bag purse.

"Sorry," Scott started out, picking up the well worn bag. "Hi, my name's Scott." He offered his hand. She took it obviously off-set.

"Hi, I'm Isabella," she answered unsure of what to do next. With a pause she turned and walked back to the shopping plaza. With a start, he followed her. "Is there a reason why your following me?" she asked, whirling around to face him.

"Yeah, I saw you. And wanted to talk. So how about it, can I buy you an ice cream?" he began, gesturing to the Newport Creamery behind her.

She thought for a moment, "No but you still want to talk, you can come while I go get a wig." she stated, heading down to the Thrift store.

"Why do you need a wig? Purple seems to be your color." Scott said, trying to get a hook.

"Well, if you must know, I'm going to play the part on Eponi, and don't feel like dying my hair again." She answered. Picking up a long brown wig from the bin, and purchased it.

Here was his hook, "You sing well?"

"I guess."

"Like, can you make thing happen when you sing?" He asked, digging.

She stopped dead, "Like what?" very nervous, she had been able to stop Rick last night, when she started singing. But he couldn't mean that.

"Well, moving, or breaking things, controlling people's will?" he pushed.

"I think you need to leave me alone!" she yelled and ran for her car. She was about to pull out when he grabbed her window, leaning in a bit.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I just meant there's a place that can help. Here, if you feel like talking, give me a buzz." He said handing her a communicator. She tossed it into her purse with full intention of throwing it out the window on the ride home.

"Suuurreee, now can I go deliver this six-pack to my mother before she flips" she said as she peeled out of the parking lot and headed home.

Scott walked back to the car, and slid into his seat.

"Hey one-eye why'd ya send her running like that?" Logan asked.

"First don't call me one-eye. Second all we can do is wait. She doesn't have a clue. And didn't want to listen either." He said as he drove to the hotel they were staying at.

*****

Isabella sat at the table, she knew Rick had downed the bottle of vodka before dinner. He was also angry about something. It made her nervous. Especially with the fact that mom had served steak, so he had a knife. A sharp one. He was ranting about something at work. what work all you do is live of my mom's income she yawned.

"Listen to me when I talk, bitch!" he yelled at her. Waving the knife in her face. "Don't yawn when I'm talking, pay attention. Ya might learn something, instead of listening to all that fairy music. Bout freedom and crap. You don't got any, not till I say so."

That was it, he insulted her, her music, her life, I don't give a damn anymore. I'm leaving now she slammed her stuff on the table and ran to her room. Making sure to lock the door be hind her, she grabbed the already packed bag under her bed. She had been living out of this for the past 3 days. She shoveled all her make-up on top. Zipping it shut she could here Rick coming up the stairs. Pulling the bag to her window she tossed it into her car. I knew there was a reason I picked the room next to the driveway With that she heard a slam. Rick was standing in her door way, eyes blood shot, knife in hand.

"I said listen to me!" he slurred as he lunged at her.

"AAAAHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed. That was the only thing her brain could think of. STOP---GO AWAY "AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" she continued. And with that he stopped and hung mid air and flew back into the wall. She stopped yelling, with the silence she jumped put the window and into her car. Taking one last glance at the house she hoped never to see again, she floored it.