Ages: 17
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Punch, punch, kick, slam.
Punch, punch, kick, slam.
Was all that could be heard throughout the entire O.W.C.A Training Arena, even long after training hours were over.
Isabella Garcia-Shapario often stayed late, and practiced the same old routine, but today was no ordinary day.
Today she was frustrated beyond belief.
The morning had started out like any other morning; get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, then morning training...but then it all fell apart from there.
Half of the the Firestorm girls group were out sick, Doofenshmirts had made an appearance in the park earlier, taking some agents captive, and getting away, then there was that
ever-so-punctual monthly start, and so much more that could have gone right, but went wrong, and Isabella felt as if she could scream out of frustration.
"Hey Iz." Phineas greeted as he came up behind his hardworking friend while she was repeating the same old routine over and over again, like she always did.
Isabella didn't answer, and kept repeating the sequence over again.
She had to stay focused to keep herself from acting out in any other way.
As much as she would love to let her frustration out verbally, she couldn't yell at her friend.
"Izzy..." Phineas trailed off as he tried to get her attention.
Isabella was always focused.
Phineas could easily see that, but she didn't completely ignore him like this very often.
The two were silent for a moment, and all that could be heard was the old, "punch, punch, kick, slam!" As Isabella tackled the dummy once more, but instead of getting up, she stayed on top the dummy for a second before rolling off it onto her back so she was staring at the ceiling, panting hard.
Phineas simply sighed before holding out his hand to help her up, but instead of taking his hand, Isabella just jumped up, and picked up the dummy, setting it up for another go before turning to greet her friend.
She put her hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow at him as if asking what he wanted.
Phineas dropped his arm in defeat before reaching into his pants pocket.
"I heard you were having a bad day." He smiled as he pulled out Isabella's favorite chocolate bar, and holding it out for her to take.
Overwhelmed by the mere thought that he cared enough to stop by after the long day they both had, and the tiredness that made her body ache, Isabella nodded as she choked back tears, and took the chocolate from his hand.
It was a temporary fix, but she just needed to feel better long enough to get through the rest of her day without yelling.
"Mmhm..." She managed, the acknowledgment coming out more like a whimper as she tore open the wrapper with trembling hands.
"You okay?" Phineas asked as he leaned down ever so slightly to try and see her face.
Isabella just shook her head as she broke off a piece of the dark chocolate, and took a bite.
"Don't cry, Don't cry." She repeated to herself over, and over.
Isabella never cried in front of people. She rarely cried behind closed doors, but today was just one of those days, and she felt like breaking down.
Isabella laughed to herself out of pity as she felt a single tear slowly make its way down her face.
"I told myself not to cry." She mumbled as she quickly brought a hand to her face to brush any evidence that she was crying away, but Phineas had already beat her to it.
"It's okay." He said soothingly. "Everyone needs their moments." He continued.
"Even Isabella Garcia-Shapario."