not from here - mid90s

one.

Isabella didn't want to move. She didn't want to have to start all over... but she had no choice. No one asked her what she wanted. The radio was on in the car, which hid the silence between her and her mother. It had been years since she saw or even spoke to her father and now she was being shipped off to live with him. Her mother couldn't handle her anymore or maybe she just didn't want to? Isabella had been skipping school, staying out late and hanging out with a bad crowd, as her mother would say. Her mother loved to argue and Isabella wasn't one to stand around and be quiet either. When they pulled up to the house Isabella got out with her bags in hand. Her mother said goodbye from the car, not bothering to get out. The front door opened and she saw her father.

"Hey kid." She didn't answer him and instead walked past him into the house. The house was alright, nothing fancy but it was nice. Her eyes wandered around the living room. 

"Where is my room?"

"Upstairs, first door to the left."

She made her way upstairs and into her new room. Light purple walls, a wardrobe, a desk and a bed. That was pretty much it. Isabella put down her bags on the floor and walked over to open the window to let in some fresh air. It had a nice view of the backyard. A sigh escaped her as she moved back to unpack her bags. 

"I think you will like it here." She looked up to see her father standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

"And what if I don't? Do I get to go home then?"

"Please Isabella... try to make this work." 

"I made things work.. at home."

"Your mother said you were barely home, not going to school..."

"Oh, so you two talk now?" Sarcasm tainting her words as she spoke to her father.

"We're both worried about you."

She didn't answer him. Who was he to be worried about her? For years, he hadn't been a father to her so now he didn't deserve to be worried. Silence rested between them as she continued unpacking and folding her clothes in stacks.

"I'll drive you to school in the morning. 7:50 we leave."

"Fine." It was all she mustered up to say to him.

He walked back downstairs and Isabella moved to close the door after him. She turned around and let her back rest up against the door. She wanted to cry and be sad but nothing came out, she just felt empty. She felt left behind.

After unpacking, she grabbed her jacket and moved down the stairs. 

"Where are you going?" Her father asked from his place on the couch. 

"Out." It was all she said before she made her way through the front door. Her father knew better than to stop her at that time.

The evening air felt soft against her skin. it was probably one of the last summerlike days los angeles would have before the crispier autumn winds would take over. Isabella walked aimlessly along the streets, watching the people that passed her. When she got downtown, a group of guys caught her attention. They were skating and one of them had a camera, going around filming the others. They were laughing and Isabella couldn't help but to smile a little. There was one guy that caught her attention especially. He had long blond curly hair and was the one who was laughing the loudest. For a moment, their eyes met for a brief second before she looked away.

It was growing darker outside and she decided it was time to get back. If her father would force her to go to school in the morning, she might as well try to get some sleep before that. Isabella quickly glanced back at the boys, the blond was still looking her way. Or was he looking? She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not and she decided to not think about it more and kept on walking.