Isabella's P.O.V:

Time to get up for school, I guess. I'm half scared to death and half excited, just for the first day. But, who knows, maybe it'll be a school filled with the nicest teens on earth… probably not. I just hope it'll be better than my last school in Mexico, where I was bullied a lot for my shy mannerisms. It was actually one of the reasons why my mom thought it would be better to move away from there. She really wanted to forget everything that happened there, I don't think it'll be that easy, but at least were far away from that place.

"Isa, time to get ready!" my mother said, interrupting my thoughts. I look at my alarm clock, and it was indeed time if I didn't want to be late.

So, I get up, go to my closet and pick out my usual clothes, a pair of long blue jeans, a white t-shirt, my favourite jeans jacket and a small scarf. Nothing too special, it's just my casual wear. Now that step one is done, time to get my hair done. I go to my own bathroom, take my hairbrush and start brushing my hair to its usual form; one bang is completely covering my right eye and the other covering half of the other one, the rest of the hair flowing down one my back. You'd think it would be hard to see with all that hair in my eyes, but I'm used to it. Plus, as I mentioned before I don't really show my whole face in public, you know, to spare the people of one of my ugliest features.

I brush my teeth, do the regular getting ready for school routine, and go down to see my mother sitting with her breakfast in front of her, waiting for me to arrive to start eating.

"Oh Isa! You look beautiful!"

I smile slightly and nod my head as a signal of my thanks. I sit down and start eating my waffles, they were amazing, as usual, my mom is quite the cook, if I do say so myself. At the end of my delicious meal, I pick up my plate and go clean it in the kitchen sink. I then wave goodbye to my mother who wishes me best of luck.

I walk my way to school, still hoping my school will be better than the previous one. Maybe I'll make one friend, or at least someone will make friends with me. I'm not really one to surround myself with people like some of the popular kids do. I would like just one or two friends maybe even three, but one is fine, one would already be a first. I just wonder if I'm going to have to do the first move, or someone will come talk to me. I'll just make a fool of myself if I have to be the one that goes and talks to people. I'll be a stuttering mess.

My thoughts are cut off by me realizing I have arrived in front of the very school I need to go to. I took all the courage I could muster, sighed and went in.

Done... again. I know it's really, really short but let's look on the bright side: it's my first cliff-hanger! XD Don't worry though next chapter will be up very, very soon! Bye! :)