Who am I ?

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Hello my name is Issie ; I am 12 years old and have recently started high school in New York ,like a normal person , right? Little did I know my world would be turned upside down ...

"See you later Mum ," I shouted at the top of my voice ,desperately trying to pierce through the glass with my discordant squeal . The vivid carmine bus arrived as my mum waved from our grimy flat window , since my dad left us we have struggled for money and had to sell our beautiful cottage in the country and move to New York for my mums new job ; it was hard for me I left everything behind my friends, animals and family behind . My mum has seemed some what quiet since we moved . My dad - he was great , I mean I don't  know anymore he left but before he was  kind, fun and generous - I miss him . Boarding the bus , I showed  the bus driver my ticket and took my seat .

I sat looking at the opaque, steamed-up window , an overcloud of thoughts cloud my head . I watched ,stop after stop as several kids boarded the bus . Finally the last house before school , a short timid-looking boy slowly sauntered towards the vehicle -  he looked rather despondent. He boarded the bus and walked towards the back of the bus but his gaze slowly corrected towards my row of  seats . 

"Can I sit here ," he requested, his voice was hushed and apprehensive.

"Yeah, if you want to ,"I replied my voice sounded slightly confused .

A state of silence was held between us until I finally asked :

"So... whats your name ?"I asked 

"Umm... Peter,"he whispered .

"Cool, I am Issie , Isadora Green , are you new ?"I asked

Peter nodded . At last the bus pulled up outside the school. The wheels screamed discordantly as they came to a halt .I stepped out of the bus to be greeted by a bolting bike ; we collied,blackness overcast my vision. 



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