The mysterious girl

Chapter 1

There once was a girl named Isabelle. She had long dark hair and was very odd and shy. She lived in a lonely town. In that town there were no schools, and if you wanted to drive to any store it would be at least a 4 hour drive.

"Isabelle please come downstaires" her mom said.
"Yes mother"?
"I finally got a promotion,so we're going to be moving next month to Los Angeles, where there are schools and shops nearby. So the next month we will just spend packing up".
"OK mother I guess I will go pack then".
"OK Isabelle".
Isabelle walked up to her room and acted like everything was OK. But really she didn't want to move. Even though it wasn't a very good place to live, its still her home.

[NEXT MONTH]

"Come on Isabelle we have a long flight and we are going to miss it"!
"Coming mother".
Of course, it was a 4 hour drive. Then I don't even know how long of a flight it was, it was just so long! Then someone was shaking me.
"Isabelle Isabelle wake up"!
"Huh"?
"Were here in Los Angeles".
"Oh yah....... ".
"Now get up and get your stuff so we can be the first ones out of here. "
"Mother don't you think we should go row by row and let the other people go in front of us. Its the nice thing to do.".
"For one here you call me mom not mother, and no cmon we have to go get our car. "
"OK moth-mom".
So we cut everyone off in the plane and got out of there first. Once we got our car and got at least my bed and moms bed pulled in, it was 11:16 pm.
"Goodnight mom".
"Night Isabelle have a good nights rest".
"You too mom".
So I walked up to my room and plopped down on my bed. I was looking around my room and comparing things to my old bedroom.
"Wow instead of a brown twin size bed I have a pink full bed. Instead of brown walls and brown floors I have aqua walls and white floors". I continued listing off all the things that were different. Too make it in a shorter way my room was way bigger way cooler and all my favorite colors. I turned off my light and turned on my lamp. Then I started to write in my diary. My mom didn't know I had this diary. My brother got it for me secretly before he went off to war. My brother is not dead. But we haven't heard from him since.

Dear Diary,
This was kind of a hard day for me. No more calling mom,mother, and people probably dislike us for cutting them off in the plane. I probably have to go diary. Its midnight and I have school tomorrow. So yah wish me luck tomorrow. Goodnight.

I put my diary under my pillow turned off my lamp and fell asleep.