Why

Isabella. Chapter 1

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High School. The best place to be, or worst, It all depends on the person. If your the most popular kid in school, it can be the best place to be, it's like your own kingdom. If your one of the most unpopular kids in school, its the number one place you dread. Isabella would rather live in a dumpster then to go to school. No one cares about her, barley anyone knows her, and the ones who do, don't pay her a passing glance.
      Isabella, had straight long, dirty blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore her favorite hoody that was a little too big, and was wearing her blue jeans.
      School has begun again, the leaves are turning from green to brown, and the air is starting to get colder. As Isabella walked to school, she put an earbud in her ear and began listening to her music she downloaded on her phone. With her binder in her shoulder bag along with some books swaying against her thy, she began more and more exited to see her teachers again. Since she was a junior this year, she knew almost all the teachers. After a short while had past she got lost in her thoughts.
      Isabella heard a car honk behind her and turned to see who it was. Not to her surprise, she saw the popular students, the jocks and the cheerleaders, in a fancy silver corvette. As she turned she could hear them shouting at her. Yelling "Loner!"
"Lame!"
"Get a life!"
"Loser!"
      Isabella decided to just ignore it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself from wishing everything was better, and with that wish, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
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