Isabella's POV

"Have a nice day, Isa! I hope that test goes well, good luck!" exclaims mom happily. She still hasn't shown any sign of sadness ever since yesterday morning, and it starts to look pretty much like old times. Well, except dad… no Isabella, stop thinking about it! You know it's not good for you!

"Yeah, whatever mom. See ya after school, I'll maybe go somewhere though. Me and the girls are talking about what to do for Spring Break, we haven't come up with anything yet, though. We're thinking of going to Florida. It's not very expensive, just… well it is pretty expensive." I say as I open the door.

Mom sighs and for the first time in these 24 hours, her mouth drops a little. But she regains her smile, but this time not as energetic and happy, but more sympathetic. "Isa, darling. I think you need to come home after school, we need to talk." She says as nicely as she can, but I can hear some nervousness break through it as well.

I furrow my brows and nod slowly. "Uhm, yeah sure. What is it about?" I ask. She hugs her wrist, like she does when she's about to tell me something she knows I won't be very happy about. Then, she looks at her watch and her eyes widen.

"Oh dear, look at the clock! Isa you need to go to school, I promise I'll tell you when you get home, okay?" she says hectically and pushes me out of the door. I smile a crooked 'what the hell is going on' smile and wave.

"Sure, bye." I sit down in the car and drive to school.

I adjust the mirror so I can see the road clearly. I can feel myself getting more nervous as I approach school, and it's really not like me to be nervous. I'm just incredibly confused about yesterday and mom and Phineas and… ugh I just don't know what to do…

I don't know why, but I feel more humble than I've felt in ages. And why?! That's not me, I'm me! Isabella Garcia Shapiro, the queen of the school, the richest girl and the bitchiest, the girl who shows no mercy. And I'm freaking proud of that as well! That's who I am, not this stupid faggot I'm becoming!

If I don't want to turn into that faggot, I gotta pull myself. I can't let a triangle come into my life and make me feel like I'm not who I am, because that would be the complete opposite of me. I'm strong and confident, remember that.

I suddenly hear a car slam on the breaks loudly and I snap out of my thoughts, only to notice that I happened to drive against red light and a car was incredibly close to collide with me. I gasp and roll down the window as he honks at me.

"I'm so sorry! I was lost in thoughts…" I apologize, but I hear how incredibly lame that sounded. The man looks at me angrily.

"This is why you shouldn't let teenagers like you out in the traffic! Get out of my way!" he shouts furiously. I smile apologetically and drive away from the street, though it's too late for the man, since the lights has already flashed to red again for him. But it's green for me, which means that the cars behind me can drive as well. And what better car to be behind me than the freaking school bus?

I look in the mirror and I can see for instance the bus driver laugh at me, along with probably the entire bus. Well, at least as far as I can see.

I gasp and roll my window up again, sinking down in my seat, blushing more than I have done in years. This might be the most awkward moment in my entire life… and I'm only 16!

Phineas's POV

I get on the bus, searching for Ferb. I see a green head and I smile as I walk up him. "Hey Ferb, how's it going?" I ask as I sit down beside him, fistbumping him. He looks at me and gives me thumbs up as we drive away.

I look put to the other side of the road to Isabella's house. She's such a mystery right now for me… she's acting like a total bitch(no offense, though) in school and when she's with… well everyone. But as soon as we're alone, she suddenly turns so different. It's not like she becomes the nicest Disney princess existing or something, but she's better than usual. Well, usually.

But, as soon as we get into a crowd, she acts ridiculous again. Is she like this with everyone when they're alone? Which side is her true side? And can't she see people will like her so much more when she's nice?

The amount of invisible on this school is so incredibly much larger than the amount of popular… imagine how many people would like her. But right now, she doesn't show any sign of becoming what I hope. Not in public, and I don't think she's gonna stay like that with me. I mean, every time we meet alone, at first, she's as mean to me as she is to everybody. It really takes some effort to change her just a little bit…

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a car honk at another car, loudly. I look out towards the road, only to see a man peeking out of his car-window, glaring angrily at the other car that seems to have driven against red light.

That car looks sort of familiar as well… I can see the window roll down on that car as well and someone peeks out of it. And that someone… is Isabella?

A guy from the football-team stands up in the bus and points to her. "Whoa, is that Isabella? What is she, the suckiest driver in town?" he starts laughing loudly, followed by pretty much everyone in the bus.

I frown at him angrily. "I'd like to see you do better." I say to him, but as fast as the words leave my mouth, I know it was a mistake. He looks at me and snorts.

"Shut up nerd, I bet you don't even have a license." He says mockingly. I roll my eyes at him.

"Neither do you, I can see. Or did you crash your car, so they took your license as well? Hmm, that must have been a rough day." I say to him and cross my arms over my chest. He looks ay me angrily and sits down.

I look towards the road again and can't help but chuckle a little as well at how incredibly awkward and funny Isabella looks right now, being bawled at by a man who almost collided with her, and he does not seem satisfied by it. Well then again, who would.

She seems to apologize and roll up her window and drive away again, at the same time, the bus starts rolling as well. A now pretty loud bus.

Isabella's POV

I finally make it to school and I walk straight up to my locker, trying my best to avoid everyone. I take out the books I need for the class and starts walking down the hallway to my classroom, just as the first bell rings.

Everyone starts moving to their classrooms and I stay in the hallway for a while as the crowds move by. When most of them are gone, I start walking to my class.

As I pass a locker I spot my friend Sierra talking- no, more like bullying- an invisible. I walk closer to listen.

"Oh my gosh, what are you wearing? That's so last season, I don't know what I'm supposed to do- show you respect for being so brave or throwing your clothes in the fire for you… and glasses, seriously? Have you tried contacts, dear, cause' glasses does certainly not fit you well hun." Says Sierra cockily to the other girl. The other girl looks down on the ground, taking a deep breath.

Sierra comes even closer to her. "What's the matter, can't stand looking me into the eyes? Well that's just good, I wouldn't want your ugly eyes to look into my beautiful shiny eyes. Ugly eyes might be contagious." She says with a victorious grin. I look at the other girl, who looks up at her and stares into her eyes like crazy.

Sierra quickly looks away, looking disgusted. I sigh and walk up to them. "Sierra, classes are starting soon. You better get going." I say to her. She looks at me and smiles bitchy.

"Oh hey Isabella. Yeah, I was just going there, but I saw this girl in the hallway and I just had to tell the poor thing how fugly she is today. Well, she always is but still." She says and looks at the girl. I look at Sierra angrily and before I knew it, I was talking. Angrily.

"Look, Sierra. Just because you think you're so incredibly hot doesn't mean you can boss around like this. She doesn't deserve these words and you don't deserve to tell her them! Just get your bitchy ass out of here and leave this girl alone!" I burst out to her.

I calm down more by each second, Sierra just stands there, looking at me like I just grew another head. Then, her gaze turns hard and she takes a deep breath, her nose wrinkling. "And who are you to talk? I can treat this girl just the way I want to, because she is invisible. I'm worth more, that's just how it is. It is you who should get your ugly, stupid, bitchy ass out of here!" she screams angrily. I smile a faked smile at her.

"Oh, who am I to talk? I think you've forgot who I am. Need a reminder? I'm Isabella Garcia Shapiro, queen of this fucking school. Whatever I say, you obey. Got it? Yeah, I think you do. Invisibles are just as much human as you, maybe just even more human. this girl doesn't deserve your words, now get out! if you don't want me to make you one of them?" I threaten her. She looks at me frightened, and nods slowly.

"Sure Isabella. I'm sorry I said that to you. I'll go. But just one question. When did you start care for the invisibles?" she asks confusingly.

My gaze goes from strict and hard to confused and thoughtful. I look at the girl, then at Sierra, and I slowly shake my head. "I-I don't know what you're talking about Sierra. Leave now, I'm serious. No more questions." I say strictly. She rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Whatever. See ya Bella." She says and waves. I spin around and start walking to my class.

"Thanks, Isabella." Says the girl from behind. I turn around and look at her. She smiles warmly at me. "I didn't know you still had that in you. It's been a while." She says. I stop, sigh and turn around.

"Don't you have a class to go to?" I ask emotionlessly. She shrugs, keeping the smile on her face.

"I guess I have. But I can skip some minutes for my old… friend." She says the last part quietly, almost as if she's scared for me to hear it. I feel everything in me soften more than it has for a really long time and I look at her, my gaze warm as well.

The girl shrugs. "I miss you, Isabella. We made one heck of a team, didn't we? I remember it all, chief. It was a long time ago. We're 16 now, but you're still our chief. Just not in the right way anymore…" she says sadly and looks at me, her desperate gaze longing.

Longing for what? There are so many options. Longing for popularity? No, she's not as stupid as me. I'd say, longing for freedom. Longing for being free from the invisible, but not join the popular because of that. Longing for equality among us all. Longing for appreciation, longing for a thank you. Longing for something old to come back… something that's probably not even there anymore…

I sigh and look at her. "I changed. We all change, but it doesn't always go the way we plan. We can change for the better, or the worse. I tasted glory, Gretchen. And you know what they say. Taste glory, and you'll never return." I say to the gi- oh why am I lying to myself… of course I know the girl. She used to be my best friend. I used to be the role model to them all. And I'm glad I stopped being their role model when I became who I am today, glad they didn't follow my path. But I knew they wouldn't. Gretchen has always known where she is standing, she has both feet on the ground.

Wait… what in the heck am I saying? What did I just do? Did I just stop my former friend from being bullied by my current friend? Why did I do that? This is not me for the thousand time, ugh! Yeah it's good they didn't follow my path, they wouldn't have fitted in here! I do, this is where I belong. Among the better people, don't you ever forget that Isabella. Don't let your world be controlled by anyone but you!

What has happened? To me? Why am I so confused all of sudden, confused of what I really want? Confused to if this really is what I am supposed to do. If this is where I really belong. If this is… who I am…

I was so secure… I knew my place, my world, myself. Now I'm not sure anymore. What has gotten into me?

I'm sorry dad, but you were wrong. I am not your strong little girl who will always be herself. Because I don't even know myself anymore…

Gretchen looks at me, her face stern. "I remember another thing about you. You loved to stick out and change things, no matter what the thing was. The world, your day, even your hair. You were stubborn, and when you knew something nobody else believed in-but you knew it was true- you didn't give up until everyone knew. And I know you never really change for good. And so do you, deep inside. Wouldn't it be nice if you showed everyone that you can go back after have tasted glory? Maybe even do something bigger out of it? Wouldn't you love to change this norm that has been going on for as long as this school has existed? To stick out some extra and show everyone they were wrong? I don't even have to ask you. I know you would." She says, and with that, she slowly walks off to class, leaving me behind, probably more confused than ever.

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