My Life

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My name is Isabella, but you may call me Bella. This is a story of my life. Well to start off I am emo which is short for emotional. I go to a school called North Prep High. Yes, a prep school. 

Today when I went to school there was a new guy named Brendan. Guess what he is emo too and really hot. He had long black hair and he was wearing a Three Days Grace shirt, black skinny jeans and black and red hightops with neon green laces. Yes I remember all of that oh and he has beautiful blue-  green mint colored eyes.

Now let's go back to were it all started. Well to start off my day was horrible until I met Brendan. I got to school in my 2011 black mustang and the snobbiest girl, Nicole was in my parking spot. Then I get to my locker and there are sticky notes all over it that say things like, " your a freak, creepy creep, you don't belong, waste of space." I ripped them off and got my books out that I needed. Then on my way to class I threw them into the garbage.

I met Brendan in my second class which is art. He sat down at my table were I was all alone until now. We were assigned to draw something representing an emotion. I drew a heart; bleeding with different colors, with a needle stabbed into it. It means heartache is like getting stabbed with a needle. I look over at Brendan's drawing and he has an eagle flying through a cloud raining blood. I asked him what it means and he said "sometimes heartache makes a bumpy path in your life." I told him I thought it was awesome and I asked him what his name was. He said "Brendan's the name and yours?" I told him my name and he smiled and told me it was a pretty name. The teacher then collected our work.

I met my best friend Taylor in the hall and i told her about my day so far. When i told her about the note that Natalie put on my locker she looked at me and said "That bitch, if i see her, she is done." I laughed because Taylor has always been very protectful of me sense i first moved here. I told her i had to go before i was late to class.

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