I S A B E L L A
"yes, hello, i am the mother of isabella divea. hello, carry! uh huh, yep, okay, well, isabella will not be in school today. texting? really? oh, awesome! ill shoot you a text when she isn't going to school. okay, carry. ive got to go. goodbye." my mother conversed on the phone.
"ma, it's just the flu, ill be fine. i can go to school." i shook her shoulder.
"isa, you are not going to school, and that is final. i know your school has some harsh kids that will start rumours, but you need to stay home." she twisted on her heel, and started to walk away from me. i sighed, and i left the living room and coughed. i walked up the stairs and almost fell, but i made it to my room, which is an ugly shade of pink.
"you better not be doing anything you aren't supposed to!"
"im not, ma!"
this week, i didn't do anything but lay down, eat chips, cough, and sneeze. did i forget nothing? well, i also did nothing. i never knew my life was so boring until this moment. a girl that i didn't know somehow got my number and...
unknown:
i know something that you don't know.
texted me.
[texts]
[isabella]: huh?
[unknown]: call me info. i give people all the information, just for photoshopped pictures of girls and guys from our school. what do you want to know?
[isabella]: what do you know?
[info]: someone started a rumour.
[isabella]: who? what's the rumour?
[info]: come to school tomorrow. and only talk to me for the first hour, ill tell you anything and everything you want.
i didn't want to believe it, but i did.
[isabella]: okay. ill do it.
i walked up to my mom and told her i feel a lot better, just a little cough here and there. which was true, but i kept lying and saying im sick so i didn't have to go to school.
"then go. im not going to stop you."
[info]: go. to. school.
[isabella]: i am going, see you tomorrow.
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YAY! my first chapter of a book i have soooooo many ideas for!
im also getting ready for school but procrastinating it bc SWORD ART ONLINE AND WRITING A STORY IS BETTER THAN PUTTING ON CLOTHES
im not nekked i promise
okay you are probably sick of me so ill go. bye!
-xoxo, marly
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love myself ャ gilinsky
Fanfiction"i love myself, so whatever you think about me -- whatever you say about me -- will not effect me in any way, shape, or form. but, go ahead. try it." ((story idea from kians_bae))
