Hello! First of all I'm so sorry I haven't updated! The app I write this on crashed and I couldn't log in for over a week. Thank you for being patient. Secondly, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Hey Isa," Ginger said, waking into her room. "Hey, Ginger," Isabella said, setting down her magazine. "What's up?" Ginger asked, sitting next to her on the bed. "Oh, nothing," Isabella said. "I was just thinking..." "About what?" Ginger inquired. "Who
am I, Ginger?" Isabella asked. "You're you," Ginger said. "You're sweet, funny, kind, smart..." "I changed so easily though," Isabella said. "I was willing to change who I am just because someone didn't like me." She looked over at the empty hair
dye packets sitting in the trash. Ginger followed her gaze. "Well, maybe to find yourself, you have to look back," Ginger advised.

"Here it is!" Isabella said, emerging from the attic. She dumped the contents of the box onto her bed. "All your childhood treasures," Ginger said. Her fireside girl hat, a photo of her fireside girl group, a letter to Phineas confessing her true feelings
that he had never read, a rubber ball, a pair of roller skates, a hair bow, a dead flower, some candy, and a box of crayons lay on the bed. Isabella picked up the skates. "Remember these?" "Do I ever!" Ginger replied. "That was when we became best
friends! I taught you how to skate at our annual fireside girl skating competition." "Maybe we should start there," isabella suggested.

At the skating rink...

Isabella zoomed around the outdoor rink, Ginger right on her heels. "I won again!" Isabella declared, stopping as she crossed the finish line. "Hey guys!" They heard someone say. Turning around, they saw Phineas and Ferb skating up,
bright red skates on their feet. "Hi, Phineas. Hey Ferb," Ginger said. "Having fun with your skates?" "You bet!" Phineas exclaimed. "Just like the old times. Wanna race?"

Isabella was just about to agree when she heard a dreaded voice. "Well, if it isn't little Izzy. I thought I might see you at a little skating rink." "Hi, Hailey," Isabella groaned, turning around. "I don't think that's the proper
tone, preschool," Hailey snapped, hands on her hips. "You ought to speak with respect when talking to your superiors." "Buzz off, Hailey," Isabella snapped. "I'll leave you to you're fun little games," Hailey said.
"If it's so childish, why are you here?" Isabella challenged. "I happen to be on a competitive skate team," Hailey boasted. "Unlike you, I view skating as a sport, not a kids game." Isabella felt herself getting madder
at every word Hailey spoke. "In fact," Hailey said, "I really shouldn't waste my time, but let's race." "You're on," Isabella agreed. "Isabella, are you sure?" Ginger whispered. "I mean, we haven't skated
since we were kids." "Ginger, I've got this," Isabella whispered back as she tightened her helmet.

"Alright," Hailey said as she and Isabella lined up at the staring line. "You know the rules. Skate twice around the rink. First one back wins. You sure that's not to complicated, preschool?" Isabella said nothing and instead stared
straight ahead, getting herself ready. "On your mark...get set...go!" Phineas yelled, and the two girls were off.

"Who do you think is gonna win?" Ginger asked as Hailey and Isabella turned the first bend. "Isabella was the fastest skater when we were kids," Phineas said. "But if Haileys as good as she claims, she'd be much faster than Isabella,"
Ferb declared.

Isabella pushed as hard as she could, neck to neck with Hailey. "Give up, little Izzy," Hailey smirked as she passed Isabella. Narrowing her eyes in determination, Isabella pushed even harder and caught up to Hailey again. "Not on your
life," Isabella challenged as they zoomed across the staring line. "Go Isabella!" Her friends cheered as they went past. One more lap to go.

Isabella was definitely feeling tired at this point - Hailey was definitely as fast as she claimed to be. However, she refused to give up. Muscles screaming in protest, Isabella started to move faster. Slowly, she began to inch past Hailey until she had
about a three foot lead.

"Here they come!" Ginger cried. "And Izzy's in the lead!" Cheering, Phineas, Ferb, And Ginger watched anxiously as Hailey and Isabella raced side by side to the finish line. Izzy was leading, then Hailey was, then they were tied again.

"Give up, preschool!" Hailey insisted. Isabella refused to listen to her as she pushed to the finish line for all she was worth. For a second she was in the lead and then-

Hailey jabbed with her in the ribs with the elbow. Taken aback, Isabella let her guard down for just a second, but that was all Hailey needed to shove Isabella down and skate across the line. Isabella fell, feeling her knee and wrist pads scrape the concrete.
"Isabella!" "Are you okay?" She could hear her friends call. "I'm okay!" Isabella called back. "Here, let me help you."

Isabella looked up to see Hailey standing over her. Startled, Izzy took her outstretched hand. "You want some advice?" Hailey whispered. "Don't ever try to better than me. Because you'll never get there. Okay? Stay in fairyland with all
the other little kids." Hailey shoved Isabella back down on the track and skates off. "Izzy!" Ginger was standing over her with a concerned expression. "Are you hurt?" "Just my knuckles," Isabella said, examining
her scraped skin. "Good thing you were wearing your helmet," Phineas remarked as he helped her up to her feet. "Haileys a real jerk." Phineas was starting to turn red. "Phineas, it's okay-" Isabella said. "No, it's
not okay!" Phineas practically shouted. "She hurt you, Isabella. No one should ever hurt you. You could have been seriously injured. She needs to leave you alone." Isabella was slightly taken aback. Phineas was defending her.
She could feel some of her old feeling stirring up inside. Feeling pressure in her hand, she looked down to see Phineas was still grasping her hand. He looked down to and quickly dropped it. Isabella could feel butterflies rising in her stomach, but
she quickly pushed them down. "I'll see you later," Phineas said as he and Ferb skated away.

"Why did she have to move here?" Isabella mumbled as she and Ginger started to head home.