Isabella's P.O.V:
Ugh, another day full of homework. I wish I was as smart as Phineas or Ferb; they always finish their homework in less than an hour while I take at least two. But, of course, I'm an idiot who can never enjoy the weekend to the fullest. Gosh, I… I just wish I could be just as amazing as Phineas. I mean, he's smart, funny, nice, confident, skilled, understanding and the list goes on… not to mention that everyone loves him! I'm pretty much the complete opposite, considering I have none of those qualities and everyone hates me, everyone but Mom and Phin, I think.
I look up from my algebra homework and towards my old electronic clock where '10:00 a.m.' is clearly marked in green. Great, already ten in the morning and I barely started! Gosh, I'm clearly not in the mood for school work today, even though I had a great day with Phineas yesterday. Might as well take a break and cool off before I start writing nonsense.
I put away my work and pencil and before I can get my laptop, I hear the little sound that comes from my cellphone when I get a text. Judging by the number of times it's ringing, I must be suddenly getting a bunch of texts at once, which is weird because the only person who has my number is Mom, who decided to go out with some friends she made in Danville for the day. I grab my phone and start reading the text messages sceptically.
"Hey loser, you think you're hot stuff just because Phineas talks to you? Puh-lease, you're tots PATHETIC! He doesn't like you, no one does. You're just an ugly, stupid, lame and dumb girl! No one will ever like you, like EVER. Stay away from MY Phin, you like totally don't deserve to be around him. HE'S MINE!"
W-What? Who sent this; I don't know this number… maybe i-it wasn't addressed to me …yeah, that's it. It's a mistake. Might as well look at the other text messages.
"Listen dork, just cause people like Phineas talk to you, doesn't make you cool, like, at all. No matter who talks to you, you'll always be a FAILURE, a LOSER, and a DUMB and UNWANTED girl!"
Who is sending these messages? I-I have thirteen other texts like these and they're all different numbers that I don't recognize.
I put down my phone on my desk, sit on my bed and hug my knees as tears start to fall. They're right. All the bullies are. I'm a pathetic loser that no one loves. I'm dumb, stupid, ugly… I'm the opposite of Phineas. He's perfect and I'm entirely flawed. I knew from the day I met him that I don't deserve him… I was just so happy to finally have someone who… cared. I sob for five minutes, face leaning on my knees as I look downwards. Why? Why do I have to be like this? Why do I have to be more worthless than the bullies?
I-I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should be working. I get up and start walking towards my desk. Wait, maybe I should take a break. I shouldn't get my papers wet from tears, after all. I turn go to sit beside my window.
Looks like Phin is working on another invention. He's so… perfect. He's basically all I've ever wanted in a best friend. He's charming, considerate, understanding, nice, cute, adorable… Wait, cute? Adorable? Something red on my cheeks in my reflection in the window suddenly catches my eye.
W-Why am I… blushing? It must be the side-effects acting up again. Y-Yeah, that must be it. Nothing more.
My brain, for some reason, can't help but backtrack my thoughts and continue my Phineas rant. I don't know why, but even though I've only known for a few days, it feels like years, not that I mind. I just feel close to him, I guess. Well, I know a lot of things about him and he does stuff for me, sometimes. For example, Monday, with one courses' subject not exactly being my forte, not that any school course is, he helped me understand stuff in science class, which is one of the few classes where we're together. He also helps me deal with bullies. I'll say, well, think, it again, he's just the picture of perfection.
He also has amazing friends, I mean, the captain of the football team, Buford and his frenemie Baljeet who has amazing math talents. They're a… odd duo at times, but they sure are funny when they fight, at least from my experience during the week where they got into a fight about two different movies, arguing on which one is better.
And I can't forget about Phineas' step-brother, Ferb. From what I've seen, Ferb is clearly a great builder. Even though he almost never talks, he and Phin are always the first ones to raise their hands to answer and by that I can tell that Ferb isn't all muscle, but brains as well.
Phineas also has really nice and polite parents. Mr. and Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher are really welcoming and Mr. Flynn-Fletcher is a great cook, or so I hear.
My best friend has… everything. Astounding friends, a great brother, two amazing parents, a sister… I mean, he even has a pet platypus! But that's not something that I'm missing, well, the pet part anyway, since I have Pinky.
As my inside speech continues, my gaze slowly drifts from the gang and their invention outside to my alarm clock. '10:17' already? I should go back to work immediately. I quickly go and sit at my desk again ready to start working until I remember something. I get up and walk to my bed to pick something up. I place my new bow on my head. There, now I can work.
Hey guys! It's late here and I'm tired so if you want to know the reason for delay it might be in the next chapter, I dunno *shrug*. Review if you feel like it!