What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 1 - 'wнy aм ι noт ѕcared?'

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YOOOOOOOOO PEEPSICLESSSSS!!!!!!! WAZZZZUP!? Only good things I hope :)

Anywhoo, here's chapter uno, nice and re-written.. YAY! If you're wondering why I'm posting this just go to my profile and read my message to all of y'all. It explains everything..... even the meaning of life...

Hehehe, just kidding. The meaning of life is a secret, one that must not be told. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME TELL YOU SO STOP ASKING!

......I'm a weirdo. Moving on! Enjoy this extremely revised chapter and don't forget to VOTE AND COMMENT! Love ya Homies! <3

P.S. - Isabelle's outfit on the side :3

P.P.S - Re-written chapters will have a title ;)

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~Isabelle~

I glance down at my feet. Violet Winters, my roommate and best friend since pre-school, had said it was fine to pair brown gladiator sandals with a ruffled navy blue skirt and a feminine white blouse, accented with navy bows. I however, disagree completely. I would have rather worn my white Converse.

Oh, how I love Converse.

But no. Instead I'm in these stupid shoes that actually kind of pinch at my pinky toe. Poor pinky toe.

The only thing Violet might have been right about, and I stress the might, is the pearl bracelet that adorns my wrist. She said it added just the right amount of 'bling' but I just like the tinkling sound it makes. 

I fling my distracting thoughts away and quickly cast my eyes up, their bright green reflection flashing at me through some store's glass window.  I squint at the hanging sign above it to get my bearings. Ten minutes out.

I bite my lip to hold back a sigh and return my eyes to the dirty pavement. I used to love walking everywhere, I really did. Now, it's just a hassle; more time for my brain to dwell on Damien.

Ughh, Damien. There he is again, ruining the agitated quiet that had settled inside of me.

Damien happens to be my ex-boyfriend of three months. We had been going out for a good 7 months when I received an icy cold text message, saying "We're done". Of course, I was pretty heartbroken, but that's just the beginning of my pain. After weeks of pleading for an explanation on our abrupt end, he said the one thing that will continuously tear me up inside; "You're not good enough for me".

Now, usually people will brush that insult off, knowing that it's just a lame excuse that a douchebag uses; but not me. I've had some pretty... excruciating experiences with those words and the accustomed feeling of my heart dropping into my stomach.

I shake my head, needing to get rid of the memories flowing to the forefront of my mind. A darkness stirs within me. I clench my fists, my eyes blurring over with unshed tears. No. Not right now. I will not do this.

Before I can shut my impending doom down, an unexpected force knocks me over and onto my butt. All thoughts rush out of my mind as my tailbone starts to throb. I glance up angrily at whoever had done this to me, a 'what the hell' expression displayed on my face.

My eyes meet with a bewildered pair of piercing green orbs. As I stare at them a bit longer, my anger starts to fade. My vision slowly starts to include the rest of his features. Rich, chocolate brown, curls frame his olive-toned face; his jawbone extremely prominent.