Chapter 1: Isabella's Day

"Isa, hurry or you'll be late for school!"

"I'm coming, mom!"

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro hurries and grabs her bag, then heads downstairs. She has long, black hair, stunning blue eyes, and peach skin. The teen is unusually skinny for her age, and his wearing a purple shirt with a white triangle on the top, and regular jeans with white sneakers. Ever since an accident involving a giant light bulb, Isabella wears purple edged glasses and a purple headband.

The teen runs downstairs and quickly grabs some toast, says a speedy "Bye mom!" and hurries to the door. After running about a mile, Isabella slows down and walks to Danville High. She sees other kids walking or driving to school, some her few friends she has, as well as the bullies.

Soon, she sees the large building of her school, and at the front steps, her secret crush. Phineas Flynn, a tall redhead with tan skin, deep blue eyes, and usually wears a striped T-shirt, blue shorts, and head full of ideas. Isabella continues to stare at him dreamily that she didn't notice a foot get in her path. The teen trips, dropping her bag, her glasses fall off, and the students nearby laugh. "Why don't you watch where you're going, four eyes." One kid humored.

Embarrassed, Isabella collects her stuff as the crowd disperses. She grabs her last book and starts to find her glasses, when a blurry hand appears in her vision. The teen takes it and the man lifts her to her feet. Isabella tries to see past her vision, noticing a red head. "Phineas?"

He chuckles and says, "You might need these." The redhead puts the glasses on her face and the surroundings appear sharper. Isabella smiles and utters, "Thanks."

"Don't worry about those idiots. They don't know anything."

"Well, I guess I'll be going." Isabella starts to walk away, but Phineas grabs her wrist, "Hey wait. I haven't seen you in a hundred years and now you're just going to run off?"

"Phineas, I think talking to someone like me is bad for your popularity."

The redhead scoffs. "Popularity. I don't even care for that."

"Don't say that. You're popularity has gotten you out of trouble ever since we got here. You have tons of friends. All the girls are hitting on you. Even the teachers would find an excuse so you don't get detention. You're rich, a straight A student, and captain of the football team. Speaking to a vision impaired nerd would probably bring you down."

"Isabella, I don't care. You're my friend, and if people don't see that, you're not blind, they are."

Isabella blushes at his speech. Phineas continues, "Hey, you want to meet at lunch? The usual table?"

"Uh…okay."

"Great. See ya then." He walks back to his posse, and Isabella feels like she's a hundred pounds lighter. She is sent back to reality when a kid bumps into her, sending the glasses back to the grass. "Hey!" After picking them up, she adds, "Good thing Phineas made the rim indestructible." The teen walks into the school just as the bell rings.

Isabella enters her second period class, Biology, and sits in her usual table with her friend, Ginger. She, like Phineas, is rich because her mother's a scientist, wears a red and pink shirt, blue shorts, and has hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, one strand braided. She says, "Hey Izzy. You look happy today."

"Well, let's just say, me and Phineas are meeting at lunch."

"Ooohh. I think I see romance ahead."

"Stop it. We both know that will never happen. He's at the top of the food chain, I'm at the bottom."

"At school, but not at heart."

Izzy sighs as the teacher walks in. "Okay class, before we get started, I shall collect your permission slips for the field trip next week."

Everyone shuffles through the bags, taking out the signed permission papers. Isabella looks through her bag, but there's no slip. "Oh no." She continues digging through her mess, but still doesn't find it when her teacher walks by. "Miss Shapiro, you have the permission slip?"

"Uhh, well…I did have it this morning…but, it somehow-"

"Dr. Hiban."

The teacher turns and sees Phineas walk in. "Mr. Flynn. Nice for you to make it."

"Yeah, sorry I was late. I had to fix a radio in the broadcasting room."

"Oh, no problem. Why don't you take a seat?"

"Sure." He walks to his desk, but stops and turns back. "Before I forget, here's my permission slip." He hands his teacher the paper. "And here's Isabella's. She dropped it before school started."

Dr. Hiban checks the slips, then declares, "Everything seems to be in order. Good job Mr. Flynn."

He nods and walks back to his table. Isabella turns and mouths, "Thank you."

Phineas smiles in response, and Dr. Hiban continues his lesson. The hours slowly merge as the teacher lectures on about arachnids and insects. Isabella wasn't listening. She was too busy thinking what the day would be like, and Phineas. To everyone, the class went on forever. But to Isabella, it was over in a second. Soon, she finds herself in the cafeteria line, waiting for food. After collecting her lunch, Isabella walks to her table, but trips on another foot. Food flies in the air, then crashes on Izzy, people laughing at her clumsiness. Isabella quickly picks up some of the food and rushes to the table. When she sits down, the teen looks at the food that has survived, while removing some lettuce in her hair. All there is a cup of fruit, few carrots, and her chocolate milk. Sighing, she grabs her milk and takes a small sip, when Phineas sits down. "Hey Izzy."

"Hi Phineas."

"Why did you get a light lunch? You usually have more."

"I did have an actual lunch, but most of it got on me." Isabella said sadly.

"You want my pizza?"

"Oh no, I shouldn't-"

"Don't worry." Phineas said coolly, handing the pepperoni over. "I'm not that hungry anyway. So, how've ya been after all these years?"

"Pretty good. Gran's running low on money, so I'm thinking of finding a job to collect some cash to help."

"I can loan her some cash, if you want."

"Sorry, but my Gran wouldn't take a lend. She wants to make cash by her own means. But that was generous of you. What about you? How's Ferb doing?"

"Well, Ferb went to a private school somewhere in Great Britain. But he sounds like he's having fun. He sent me some pictures of his friends and historical monuments, as well as architecture."

"Sounds like he's having a blast. I can't believe how much I missed."

"That's what happens when you exclude from your friends." indicated Phineas.

The bell rings, and everyone shuffles to their next class. "I'll see you later, Izzy." Phineas said.

"Bye Phineas." Isabella throws her trash away and walks to Photography class.

The spectacled teen walks through the roads of Danville, looking for job openings. She buys a newspaper from the stands and scans the black and white print. Why don't they ever have any job openings?

She accidently runs into a man, and says, "Sorry about that."

"That's okay, miss." To Isabella, the voice sounds familiar. She looks up and sees the handsome, square-jawed face of the mayor. "Mayor Doofenshmirtz. What are you doing out here?"

"I'm just on my way to the donut shop before heading to my lecture at city hall."

"Oh. Well, don't let me stop you." She moves out of the way.

"Hope you have a good day, miss." Roger said.

"You too." The teen continues her walk, looking at the stores' products. Feeling famished, Isabella buys a bag of chips and a bottle of Dr. Pepper, then walks to a crowd that is gathering. She moves to the front and sees city hall and the mayor. More curious citizens gather around, and Roger starts his speech. "Citizens of Danville, as we all know, crime in our beloved city has greatly increased since last year. As you mayor, it is my job to help improve our life, and to do that, we have to figure out how to decrease crimes. That is why our top scientists have been creating devices for our police forces and military. May I introduce some of those machines."

Curtains move to show a police men with a shelf full of guns, and a criminal in an orange suit. They spend at least thirty minutes demonstrating all the weaponry, which all interests Isabella. After presenting the last gun, a pistol like machine that shoots energy handcuffs, the police escort the worn-down criminal and Roger says, "Now that is what I call catching a criminal. Now that we've seen the demonstration, you know that our forces are rapidly reducing criminals. Thank you for your time."

Everyone claps when he's done, and Roger heads back into city hall. The crowd starts to disperse, leaving Isabella alone. She starts walking home, thinking of the different crimes she heard, read, and seen. That will greatly reduce. That'll be great. Soon the teen enters the suburban area and heads into her house, ready for another day.