I looked out the window and saw her. The weird girl... It wasn't that she was goth or emo or anything like that. She was just weird. She wore either boot cut jeans and a puke green sweater everyday, or a loose fitting dress. Her bleach blonde hair was either pulled back in a ponytail or hung in her face, which was a strange contradiction. She didn't wear makeup, and it almost seemed like she didn't care what guys thought of her. And she never spoke a word in class. Ever. Rumor had it: she was a freak. She was caught writing letters that always started with "My darling Logan..." No one knew who Logan was. We all assumed it was someone she made up. I found her notebook one day. She had left it on her desk by accident. I had taken it, but I was planning to give it back. I just wanted to see what she was always writing. It had been a letter that said,
"My darling Logan,
I miss you, my dear, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the sky has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together.... I am trying though. At night, when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me. Where are you? I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know, yet what else is there for me to do until you return? A month has passed since I've written, but it has seemed to pass much more slowly. Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. Every time I watch the sun go down, I think of you. Every time I walk by the phone, I yearn to call you. Every time I look at the stars, I remember that night you whispered to me words no one else can say. I love you and always will. I longingly await your return so we can fulfill the promise we made to eachother.
I love you,
your Isabella"
What a freak...
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There's a Place For Us (Complete)
Teen FictionAdam Green was at the top of the social ladder. Hot. Popular. Disrespectful. Isabella Quartermaine was just the opposite. A freak. Isabella can't imagine how her life could be any worst. She can't control her flashbacks, and can't escape her past...