What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 3 - 'ι'м υp woмan!'

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WAZZZZUPPPPPP DUUUUUUDES! Re-written chapter 3 here!!! BA-BOOM! Yer welcome.

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If you can't tell I'm a bit hyper... anywhoooooooooooooooo DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT HOMESLICES!!!

Below are pictures of Isabelle's and Violet's house if ya wanna take a look. I got the basic idea from them but added a few things :)

Isabelle's Bedroom - http://www.applianceinhome.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Purple-colored-rooms-ideas.jpg

Second Floor (top floor) Bathroom - http://imtex.org/wp-content/uploads/masterbathroom2-foto-wallpaper-01.jpg annnnnd http://www.fairfaxdevelopment.com/linked/masterbathroom.jpg

First Floor (bottom floor) - http://www.interiordesignstyle.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/traditional-living-room.jpg

P.S. - Outfit on the side is Isabelle's.. except ya know.... ignore the whole Spencer Hastings thing.... If you're a fan of Pretty Little Liars than you'll know who that is ;) And if you do know who that is and faithfully watch PLL.. FELLOW FAN HERE! *HIGH FIVE*

P.P.S. - Song on the side is in the beginning of the chapter :)

P.P.P.S. - Sorry for making this authors note so longgggg :3

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~Isabelle~

"I feel so close to you right now, it's a force field.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.

Your love pours down on me, surrounds me like a waterfall.

And there's no stopping us right now.

I feel so close to you right now."

"Ughhhhh." I groan, lifting my hand up and slamming it all around on my white nightstand, accidently hitting my lamp. Finally, I make contact with my IPhone dock and it quiets. I peel my eyes open and stare blankly around my room.

The walls are a light grayish-purple, flowery designs of purple, white and light green decorating it. The hardwood floors are a shiny, light-brown, a white rug residing underneath my bed and the ceiling is a plum purple. My bed has a light purple headboard with white comforters and sheets; a few velvet green and plum purple decorative pillows scattered around me. I throw one across the room in exhausted anger.

I do not want to get up.

With my amazing aim, it smashes into my white vanity, the brass handles clinking in protest. I silently thank God that it didn't hit my beloved jewelry box. The pillow, now residing in my vanity's light purple chair, seems to mock me; saying that I have to get up and take its place.

I sigh and strip my nice warm comforter off. I pad over to my windows, one on each side of my vanity, and slide the pale purple curtains to the side. The streets of England meet my gaze and I can't help the comfort that settles over me.

"IZZY! GET UP OR YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK!" Violet shouts from the other end of the second floor hallway.

I grumble to myself, muttering incoherent complaints about mornings under my breath. I walk across my room towards my door. On the way I pass my white desk, matching my vanity and its super comfortable purple chair. I glance at it longingly, wanting to slump into it and surf around on my 13-inch MacBook Air.