Broken Strings

Trust me

"ISABELLE!!", screamed someone in my ear.

I jump with shock and land on the ground beside a pair of black converse.

"Noah", I grumbled.

I looked up and saw him chuckling.

I moan and pull myself up off the ground. I throw myself back down on the comfy double bed.

"You interrupted my peaceful sleep!", I groaned.

"Isabelle honey, there is nothing better than waking up to my beautiful face", replied Noah cheekily.

"Dont call me honey.", I said.

"Okay, honey"

"Why did you wake me up so early anyway?", I ask him.

"Didn't you hear me last night? Im teaching you how to fight, remember?"

I moan.

"Noah, I couldn't fight for a banana", I reply.

He chuckles at this.

"Be down at the kitchen in 10, Isabelle", he says, while exiting the room.

As soon as the door closes, I hop up and drag my suitcase over to my bed.

I whip out a pair of running shorts and an old school football jersey.

I put my long black hair into a ponytail and slip on my runners.

Jogging lightly downstairs, I enter the kitchen.

Noah was leaning against the table on his phone.

"So, we gonna start with some Jackie Chan moves or what?", I ask him.

He smirks.

"Nope. Were gonna start with fitness", He explains, grinning.

"Sure", I say shrugging.

Back at home I was really into running and football. From what I've heard, Im pretty good too.

"Lets get started then."

Noah brings me out the backdoor and we begin to walk down the street.

"You ready?", he asks while smirking.

"S'okay if you can't keep up with me.", he says cheekily.

"Right back at you", I say while braking off into a run.

We run for about 40 minutes around the block.

By the time we get back home, Carl and Shane are up.

"How was your run?", asked Shane.

"Great. Isabelle, your a great runner,  do you have any experience?", asks Noah.

"Yeah, I ran alot back home", I say while smiling.

"Well, I think we can move onto the fighting skills. What do you say?", Noah asks.

"Sure"

Noah leads me out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, Noah leaded me into a large room with spongy mats covering the floor.

The wall on the left had a full length mirror. Punching bags hung from the ceiling in the corner and dummies were neatly lined up at the other side of the room.

"Woah,"  I say stupidly as I take in the whole room.

"Your dad trained us here. Now Im training you here.", he says grinning.