Their Style

Chapter 1

Isabel's POV

After my long, terrible day at school, I sat on the bus alone staring out into the large city of Seattle, listening to sweet soothing music, sweeping me away from the world.

The bus driver, Rick, of whom I was quite close with, dropped me off at my mom's work; Seattle Grace Hospital.

I picked up my backpack stuffed with binders and textbooks and hopped off the bus.

I walked into the intimidatingly huge building, and was greeted by Meredith Grey (One of my mom's close colleagues).

"Hey, Belle! Your mom is in the middle of an important meeting right now, but she should be done in a few minutes" She explained.

I simply nodded and stuck my nose into my phone. All I saw was hate. Even at home, kids seem to enjoy making life hell for me. As much I wanted to put my phone down and save myself from even more self-loathing, I couldn't.

Later, a short young woman with dark chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes, walked out from the back of the building.

"Ready to go?" She pulled out her keys.

"Coming mom!" I picked my bag up and followed her into the car.

"How was school? Did you ace your math test?" She asked me.

"It was fine" I lied.

"Math test?"

"Aced"

I wasn't like my mom at all. She expected way too much from me. I wasn't like she was. I wasn't in all advanced classes, I didn't ace all of my tests and I never would be the perfect daughter she always wanted.

A small vibration came from my phone. I received a text from Rylee.

Rylee and I were bestfriends. Although, she lived on the opposite side of the country, we managed to keep in touch over the years. Our mothers were good friends too.

"Is that Rose?"

I nodded, "She goes by Rylee now"

"Jaiden told me she got her license today"

"I would've been able to get mine too" I muttered.

"Isabel, not everyone passes their first time"

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yes"

I scoffed.

We reached the house. It was small, but it was cozy.

"Isabel, make sure to let out Tibalt" Mom reminded me.

Tibalt was the family pug. My mom loved him. He was treated like my little brother.

I entered the house and he waddled up to the door way to welcome us. I pet him, let him outside and began to fill up his food bowl.

"Isabel? Rianna? Is that you?" My Dad yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah Keegan, it's us!" My mom shouted back.