Isabella (or Bella as everyone usually calls her) has a pretty awful living situation. Proper main character shit. So, one day, after she's had enough of being treated like dirt in her own home, she attempts to run away, but comes across a strange s...
The morning rolled around far too quickly. I woke up from yet another nightmare and got ready. It was still strange, not waking up next to Pan. I tamed my hair into long braids as I usually did and brushed my teeth. I looked down at my clothes. My green dress and shorts were mucky and far too loose to be practical. I snuck out of my tent, closing the zip quietly behind me and tiptoeing into the clothes tent. I tipped over the basket, letting the clothes fly out of it and all over the floor, then began to rummage around, looking for anything that may fit me.
A dirty, old, probably once white, shirt that was wrinkled and stained with mud. The type that a boy would have worn as a uniform long ago. A brown jacket that drowned me, but it was warm and practical, so it would do. A pair of army green dungaree shorts, that were surprisingly clean, but kinda gabby on me. And to finish, my classic boots and my grey socks.
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