I. S. A. B. E. L. L. A.
In my room reading a book, that's what I do when I'm not busy with Harvard. My parents have always been big on education, so, they took me to a one on one school. Bumped me grades, I was always an intelligent child, so I finished high school at the age of 14. I never really had a childhood.
Damn I'm hungry. I'm so hungry so I'll be making my way down stairs to get me something to eat.
I stop at the door when I overhear my parents speaking.
"We can't do that to him, there is no way he'll be able to convince her." my mother reasons.
"Yeah, but what other option do we have, look, Renee he needs a wi-, " my father abruptly stops talking, "Isabella?" shit.
"Dad?" I respond.
"Were you listening to our conversation?" he cocks an eyebrow.
"I heard a fragment of it..." I try to throw him off.
"What did you here?"
"Uhm... Convince, option... That's about it," I think I'm telling the truth, as I wasn't paying much attention.
"Hmm. So then why did you come down here?" my dad enquires.
It starts raining outside. I look towards my mom,she hasn't spoken to me nor looked my way since I came into the room.
"I came to get something to eat..." he nods his head, and I copy him.
I head into the kitchen and start making something to eat, as I'm doing so, I hear a car pull up. I look up and see my sisters hop out of their black Ford Raptor.
My twin's white hair bounces under her powder pink beanie. My two older sisters, who are also twins - and 11 months older than my twin and I - walk towards the door.
"Sissy! You're gonna make me something to eat right?" Mira sings from the front door.
"I am not your mother!" I shout at her as I break an egg into the pan, "Ask your mother to make you something to eat, cause I ain't her."
I make my way to the fridge and take out some rice and milk, I walk to the spice cabinet take out the salt.
As I'm busy at the stove I hum Plain Jane ft Nicki Minaj.
"Check in with me
Then do your job
Queen is the name
Rafaelo did the chain
Prissy Plain Jane"
"C'mon sissy...
You love me
That's why you wanna feed me
Cause you wanna see me happyy
Just. Cause. You. Love. Me. Too," she sings at the top of her lungs.
"No. Now shut up you're hurting my ears." I retort.
"Have you reconciderd your decision?" she whispers hesitantly from my back.
"No, now stop asking me the same question everyday." I snap.
"Who making dinner? Not it!" Anna shouts.
"Not it," Arrabella shouts right after.
"Not it!" I shout as well. We all look towards Mira, who looks like she's on the verge of tears.
She always starts crying everytime she asks about my decision to not have the heart transplant surgery.
I have my reasons to not get the surgery. But they wouldn't understand my reasoning.
"Suck it up Mira," I snap at her, "and get to cooking." she sniffles at my rudeness.
I head back up to my room with my food in hand.
I continue reading my book, reacting appropriately at 'certain' scenes like all the other book girlies.
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Dinner
Dinner is currently very awkward and quiet. Why? Because everyone has the same question and/or reasoning on their mind about my decision.
"How was school? Tests? Sports? Anything coming up?" my father breaks the silence.
"Uhm, we have to do an essay about A Merchant Of Venice by William Shakespeare," Mira replies quietly.
"Oh then, you better get started then. Need reference books?" my mother asks. Mira nods her head.
"Who's washing the dishes?" my dad asks, we all know who is washing the dishes.
"Anna and Arra. Because Mira cooked dinner." I reply. Everyone looks down at their plates.
Of course. I lose my appetite, a quarter through my dinner. I start mixing my food together as I know I won't be forced to eat it anymore due to my OCD, looks... artisticly-
"You're wasting food!" my father screams at me.
One thing about me is, if I'm being shouted at my eyes start tearing up.
I drop my fork and stare at the food.
"May I be excused?" I stand up, without waiting for an answer.
I make my way to my bathroom that I share with my twin.
I kneel down in front of the toilet and I start forcing myself to throw up.
Once I'm finished emptying the contents of my stomach, I flush the toilet and brush my teeth.
I open the door and head back down stairs. I down my glass of water then begin cleaning the table. I empty my plate into my dog's doggy bowl. And I drop the bones into the other bowl.
Once I'm done I head to mine and my twin's room, I climb into bed.
Before I could fall asleep, I feel my bed dip behind me.
I get up and link hands with my sister, we start praying.
"Our father who art in heaven, hello, please be in the name, the kingdom come, there will be done, earth and heaven same, God came you please give us our nice daily bread, please forgive the ones who sin against us as we forgive the ones who sin against You.
Lord be with our family and friends, work in our hearts Lord.
We pray for all of those in different parts of the world who are suffering, internally and externally. Be with the people who are in war, as of this moment. Help us Lord, to be like you, slow to anger, and merciful.
Amen."
We snuggle into the covers.
" Goodnight Bella, " we say simultaneously.
" Sissy, Please Stay. With me. "
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White: Twilight
RomanceIsabella Gazzi was born with a hole in her heart. She does not want to be in a hospital bed, with tubes connected to her. Her parents beg her every single day to get her surgery but she dismisses them every time. Her twin, Mirabella, her 2 older sis...
