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ISABELLA'S POV:
I cried heavily as Lizzie held on to me but it didn't help. No matter what people did, I knew I could never get over it. Lizzie kept on telling me that everything was going to be alright, but no, it wasn't. Where am I going to go? What is going to happen to me? I can't live without my parents; I'm too young for them to die. I just felt like dying with them.
"Isabella, do you want to go see you Mom and Dad now? It should be okay to go see them now." Lizzie said to me. I nodded slowly and walked into the hospital and spotted her Mom in the waiting room. Jo came up to me and gave me a huge hug and I hugged her back. I knew she was just trying to be supportive towards me, but I couldn't get a smile on to my face, and I didn't think I ever would again.
I walked into the room where my parents lay, and it was cold and deserted except for the dead bodies. I told Lizzie and her Mom that I wanted to go in by myself and spend sometime alone with my parents. I looked down at their pale faces and began to cry again. I knew my life was never going to be the same again without them. I touched my mothers cold face cried softly as I bent down, gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. I did the same to my Dad. After that, I decided to leave as I thought that if I stayed there any longer, I would have exploded.
When I came out of the room, still crying, Lizzie and her Mom hugged me tightly again at the same time.
"Isabella, you're going to have to stay at our place for the time being, until we get things sorted out. But I'm quite sure you are going to be allowed to stay with us permanently when it's sorted. Well that's if you want." Jo added.
"You mean, live with you?" I asked, wiping the tears away from my cheeks. Jo nodded and smiled at me and I felt a little better. I never thought of living with the McGuire's but it was better than getting dumped in an orphanage. Way better.
LIZZIE"S POV:
When we arrived home, Matt and my Dad were already there, asking if everything was okay. Isabella began to walk upstairs and I followed her. I guess she didn't want people questioning her about her dead parents. When we got to my room, I closed the door behind me, and sat on my bed next to her. She wasn't crying much anymore, just sniffing.
"I know you may not believe me, but everything might turn out okay. My parent's would love to have you live with us, and I would love to have you as a sister. But I'm not sure about Matt. You might not feel like you fit in at first, but we'll love you all the same." I said to her. She looked at me and stared down at her feet. I hoped that I didn't upset her even more.
"I'm very happy that I'm probably going to be living with you Lizzie, but it's going to be strange you know." She said.
"I know, it will. But we'll do everything we can to help you fit in to this family. You're like a daughter to my Mom already, she loves you Isabella, we all do." I said. Isabella smiled at me, but her eyes were still red and puffy.
"That means a lot to me. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to move on or get over this. It's just so hard."
"Yes, it is. That's why we're going to help you every step of the way, okay? That's what we're here for. To help you," said Lizzie.
"You must understand that this means a lot to me, Lizzie. I mean, what your family is doing for me. I appreciate that you are being so caring, but...but I'm just not feeling any better! I can't stop thinking that my parents are dead and it's really hard for me to get it through my head," Isabella replied.
"Don't worry, I totally understand. Would you like some time alone?" I asked her, and she nodded. "OK, well just give me a call if you need anything, OK? I'll be downstairs." I told her.
She nodded again and I watched her lay on my bed as I closed the door. I decided to call Ben, Miranda and Gordo about what had just happened. It was already two in the afternoon and I couldn't believe how fast the day had gone. I also found it really hard for the news to sink through my head; it just felt like a nightmare.
After I had called my three friends, they were all shocked and upset, but they weren't as devastated as I thought they would be. It was most likely because they didn't know her as well as I did.
When it was dinner time, Isabella didn't eat dinner, nor had she come out of my bedroom since we came home. My mother checked on her every now and then and forced her to eat something, but she constantly refused to do anything, even go to the bathroom.
That night when I was lying in bed, I heard Isabella sniffing, down on the ground in her sleeping bag. It obviously meant that she was crying again for the third time that night. I found it extremely hard to fall asleep as she kept on crying. But I didn't blame her.
As I stared up at the ceiling, all of a sudden a thought rushed into my mind. I thought about last night, when I said to myself that I wished Isabella could live with us and be a part of our family.
Was I the one to blame for the death of her parents?
Did I make this happen?
I soon realised that I was being ridiculous and that I couldn't possibly have made her Dad fall asleep at the wheel, but it still bothered me. I was still wide awake but I knew I had to get some sleep because tomorrow was a school day.
In the morning I was dressed and went down to have breakfast. Isabella wasn't upstairs so I thought she would be downstairs. I sat down at the table but she wasn't there.
"Mom, where's Isabella?" I asked as I stuffed a spoonful of cereal into my mouth.
"She went to school early," my Mom answered.
"What? How could she possibly go to school at this rate?" I asked, surprised.
"She told me she had to go to the library to do a book report."
"What book report? She's in practically all my classes and we haven't gotten a book report from anyone!" I told her.
"Yeah, well, just let her go. She probably just needs some time to herself."
"She'd had plenty of time to herself." Matt said as he came into the kitchen. "She spent all day in Lizzie's bedroom!"
"Yeah? Well I'm sure you wouldn't be too happy too if Mom and Dad died, would you, Matt?" I asked him angrily.
"I didn't say that!" he yelled back at me. "She's just strange that's all!"
"Well you're going to have to get used to that because she's gonna live with us, right Mom?" I asked her.
"WHAT? You never told me that! Oh, great, now it'll be like having two Lizzie's!" Matt cried.
I was so angry and felt like screaming and punching Matt's face in. He was so inconsiderate.
"OK, that's enough! Lizzie go to school, now! Matt, eat your breakfast! I'm sick of your fighting! Just stop it, ok? Especially when Isabella is here! It's embarrassing! Can you imagine what she thinks of us?" my Mom asked.
Matt and I just stared at her in silence. I decided I didn't want to answer questions, so I got my bag and walked to school.
I arrived at school a little early so I went to look for Isabella, but I couldn't find her anywhere so I went to my locker and I found her. Hugging Ben! I was taken aback from by this at first, but then I thought he was just comforting her. Although I was feeling a bit suspicious.
I hung out with Miranda, Gordo and Ben that day and Isabella was no where to be seen. I only saw her during class but then she disappeared during lunch. I hoped that she was OK.
I walked home by myself because I couldn't find Isabella and when I arrived home, she wasn't there easier.
"Mom, do you have any idea where Isabella is? I've hardly seen her all day!" I said.
"Well she came in, went up to your room and went back out the door. I didn't get the chance to ask her where she was going."
I moaned and went to the living room to do my homework. Why did she keep on disappearing on us like that? Where did she go? It was beginning to worry me.
It was six in the evening and Isabella still hadn't come back yet. I couldn't concentrate on my homework so I decided to go to my room for the first time since I came back from school. I opened my bedroom door and walked over to my desk where I found a note sitting on a pile of books. I picked it up, and then flopped on my bed to read it. As my eyes dashed from left to right of the paper, there became a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach and I felt like I was going to spew.
Isabella had run away.
ISABELLA'S POV:
I cried heavily as Lizzie held on to me but it didn't help. No matter what people did, I knew I could never get over it. Lizzie kept on telling me that everything was going to be alright, but no, it wasn't. Where am I going to go? What is going to happen to me? I can't live without my parents; I'm too young for them to die. I just felt like dying with them.
"Isabella, do you want to go see you Mom and Dad now? It should be okay to go see them now." Lizzie said to me. I nodded slowly and walked into the hospital and spotted her Mom in the waiting room. Jo came up to me and gave me a huge hug and I hugged her back. I knew she was just trying to be supportive towards me, but I couldn't get a smile on to my face, and I didn't think I ever would again.
I walked into the room where my parents lay, and it was cold and deserted except for the dead bodies. I told Lizzie and her Mom that I wanted to go in by myself and spend sometime alone with my parents. I looked down at their pale faces and began to cry again. I knew my life was never going to be the same again without them. I touched my mothers cold face cried softly as I bent down, gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. I did the same to my Dad. After that, I decided to leave as I thought that if I stayed there any longer, I would have exploded.
When I came out of the room, still crying, Lizzie and her Mom hugged me tightly again at the same time.
"Isabella, you're going to have to stay at our place for the time being, until we get things sorted out. But I'm quite sure you are going to be allowed to stay with us permanently when it's sorted. Well that's if you want." Jo added.
"You mean, live with you?" I asked, wiping the tears away from my cheeks. Jo nodded and smiled at me and I felt a little better. I never thought of living with the McGuire's but it was better than getting dumped in an orphanage. Way better.
LIZZIE"S POV:
When we arrived home, Matt and my Dad were already there, asking if everything was okay. Isabella began to walk upstairs and I followed her. I guess she didn't want people questioning her about her dead parents. When we got to my room, I closed the door behind me, and sat on my bed next to her. She wasn't crying much anymore, just sniffing.
"I know you may not believe me, but everything might turn out okay. My parent's would love to have you live with us, and I would love to have you as a sister. But I'm not sure about Matt. You might not feel like you fit in at first, but we'll love you all the same." I said to her. She looked at me and stared down at her feet. I hoped that I didn't upset her even more.
"I'm very happy that I'm probably going to be living with you Lizzie, but it's going to be strange you know." She said.
"I know, it will. But we'll do everything we can to help you fit in to this family. You're like a daughter to my Mom already, she loves you Isabella, we all do." I said. Isabella smiled at me, but her eyes were still red and puffy.
"That means a lot to me. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to move on or get over this. It's just so hard."
"Yes, it is. That's why we're going to help you every step of the way, okay? That's what we're here for. To help you," said Lizzie.
"You must understand that this means a lot to me, Lizzie. I mean, what your family is doing for me. I appreciate that you are being so caring, but...but I'm just not feeling any better! I can't stop thinking that my parents are dead and it's really hard for me to get it through my head," Isabella replied.
"Don't worry, I totally understand. Would you like some time alone?" I asked her, and she nodded. "OK, well just give me a call if you need anything, OK? I'll be downstairs." I told her.
She nodded again and I watched her lay on my bed as I closed the door. I decided to call Ben, Miranda and Gordo about what had just happened. It was already two in the afternoon and I couldn't believe how fast the day had gone. I also found it really hard for the news to sink through my head; it just felt like a nightmare.
After I had called my three friends, they were all shocked and upset, but they weren't as devastated as I thought they would be. It was most likely because they didn't know her as well as I did.
When it was dinner time, Isabella didn't eat dinner, nor had she come out of my bedroom since we came home. My mother checked on her every now and then and forced her to eat something, but she constantly refused to do anything, even go to the bathroom.
That night when I was lying in bed, I heard Isabella sniffing, down on the ground in her sleeping bag. It obviously meant that she was crying again for the third time that night. I found it extremely hard to fall asleep as she kept on crying. But I didn't blame her.
As I stared up at the ceiling, all of a sudden a thought rushed into my mind. I thought about last night, when I said to myself that I wished Isabella could live with us and be a part of our family.
Was I the one to blame for the death of her parents?
Did I make this happen?
I soon realised that I was being ridiculous and that I couldn't possibly have made her Dad fall asleep at the wheel, but it still bothered me. I was still wide awake but I knew I had to get some sleep because tomorrow was a school day.
In the morning I was dressed and went down to have breakfast. Isabella wasn't upstairs so I thought she would be downstairs. I sat down at the table but she wasn't there.
"Mom, where's Isabella?" I asked as I stuffed a spoonful of cereal into my mouth.
"She went to school early," my Mom answered.
"What? How could she possibly go to school at this rate?" I asked, surprised.
"She told me she had to go to the library to do a book report."
"What book report? She's in practically all my classes and we haven't gotten a book report from anyone!" I told her.
"Yeah, well, just let her go. She probably just needs some time to herself."
"She'd had plenty of time to herself." Matt said as he came into the kitchen. "She spent all day in Lizzie's bedroom!"
"Yeah? Well I'm sure you wouldn't be too happy too if Mom and Dad died, would you, Matt?" I asked him angrily.
"I didn't say that!" he yelled back at me. "She's just strange that's all!"
"Well you're going to have to get used to that because she's gonna live with us, right Mom?" I asked her.
"WHAT? You never told me that! Oh, great, now it'll be like having two Lizzie's!" Matt cried.
I was so angry and felt like screaming and punching Matt's face in. He was so inconsiderate.
"OK, that's enough! Lizzie go to school, now! Matt, eat your breakfast! I'm sick of your fighting! Just stop it, ok? Especially when Isabella is here! It's embarrassing! Can you imagine what she thinks of us?" my Mom asked.
Matt and I just stared at her in silence. I decided I didn't want to answer questions, so I got my bag and walked to school.
I arrived at school a little early so I went to look for Isabella, but I couldn't find her anywhere so I went to my locker and I found her. Hugging Ben! I was taken aback from by this at first, but then I thought he was just comforting her. Although I was feeling a bit suspicious.
I hung out with Miranda, Gordo and Ben that day and Isabella was no where to be seen. I only saw her during class but then she disappeared during lunch. I hoped that she was OK.
I walked home by myself because I couldn't find Isabella and when I arrived home, she wasn't there easier.
"Mom, do you have any idea where Isabella is? I've hardly seen her all day!" I said.
"Well she came in, went up to your room and went back out the door. I didn't get the chance to ask her where she was going."
I moaned and went to the living room to do my homework. Why did she keep on disappearing on us like that? Where did she go? It was beginning to worry me.
It was six in the evening and Isabella still hadn't come back yet. I couldn't concentrate on my homework so I decided to go to my room for the first time since I came back from school. I opened my bedroom door and walked over to my desk where I found a note sitting on a pile of books. I picked it up, and then flopped on my bed to read it. As my eyes dashed from left to right of the paper, there became a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach and I felt like I was going to spew.
Isabella had run away.