Authors Note: Hey guys! This is my first story on wattpad, so feedback and advice would be greatly appreciated. This part is basically a short section, to let you guys know about the main character (Isabella called Izzy by all her friends) and her situation at first glance. I hope you enjoy!!! Also, the first paragraph is a description of part of an Ultimate Frisbee game just incase you were confused by that. It does have a purpose coming up in the story, I promise!
And thanks so much to Tanya Diva for my cover! She was amazing!
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I saw the disk in the air, only a few feet in front of me; gliding farther away and lowering quickly. My feet thudded the earth while my heart thudded in my chest. I had to get to the disc. This was it, our only chance. I forced myself forward; into the air, my body parallel to the ground; right arm stretched outwards. I managed to grab the disk just before I hit the hard earth and came to a rolling stop in the end zone. The crowd roared. We had won the championship! The school Ultimate Frisbee team was making a name for itself.
“You go girl, that was unbelievable!” My best friend Mia said to me the next day. Wow! I had impressed her? Mia was one of those people that was amazing at everything she did without even having to try. She was brilliant, athletic, artsy, and popular. This would’ve been quite annoying to me if she wasn’t my best friend. She deserved the all around talent more than anyone else I knew.
It was the last day of sophomore year, if you could even call it that. Exams were already over, so basically we had to go to school to pick up our report cards from the office (yeah it was pretty old fashioned) and go into each of our classes as a farewell to our teachers for the summer. Most people hated that we had to have a half day of school simply for this, but personally I kind of liked the old timey tradition.
I smiled looking down at my report card. I traced my finger over all the little A’s on the shiny, white paper. Mia smiled at me.
“Me and you chica!” I said to her pulling her into a hug. “Congratulations! Sophomore year: check. Now just two more years to go before we’re off!”
“You deserved the grades more than I did, Izzy,” she replied, serious but still smiling at the joy of the school year being over.“ You need to help me become less of a slacker otherwise I am SO not going to survive junior year.”
That wasn’t true. Mia didn’t study, but she was a freaking genius. She would do extremely well in school and on her SATs, and end up going to a great college. I on the other hand, well I don’t really know. I did well in school, but that was mostly because I worked tremendously hard. How far would hard work take me? I wasn’t so sure.
“Of course Mia,” I repied just to make her happy, “we will help each other.”
We shook on it, and then basked in the glory of summertime. Mia drove me to the park and we twirled in circles, singing and dancing with joy uncaring about the baffled expressions we were receiving from passersby.
Her car pulled to a stop in front of my house, (or rather Ms. Wiley’s house, but I will get to that story later) and I jumped out to pick up the mail.
“Come on in Mia,” I called to her. It was only a formality, she knew she was invited in anytime.
She followed me into the house, plopping herself onto the couch as I went through and sorted the mail. Bills in one pile, magazines in another, letters for Ms. Wiley in a third pile, and lastly, anything that came for me (usually nothing). Ms. Wiley wasn’t particular about much, but I knew she liked her mail organized, and it was the least I could do considering she had taken me into her home and been kind to me the past year.
While sorting the mail, I came upon a letter addressed to me. “Isabella Riley,” it said in clear lettering on the front of the envelope. It had a large A written in calligraphy on it as well. I couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement. I had no clue what this was, but it sure looked important.
Little did I know, this letter would change my life more than I could ever imagine.
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The Academy (on hold)
Romansa"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will."-- Ghandi Isabella (Izzy) Riley's life as it was before is turned upside down when she learns about and goes to attend The Academy. Was she really betrayed by a brot...
