Another Best Friend Love Story

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I was nine years-old when I decided that I wanted to fly. My parents told me that it was quite possible with the modern science of planes, so I got to go to see my Aunt Lill for a week in Saskatchewan. I came home after that week grumpy because that wasn't what I meant by flying.

I continued on with my flying fantasy until my tenth birthday when my parents got me a ride on a hot air ballon. It still wasn't what I wanted, so I gave up my dream.

When I was 11 I asked for a pet bunny for Christmas, I got a fluffy white one that I didn't like. I made my parents go back to the pet store and get me another one. This one was black all over, I didn't like it either. I then made the decision that I would go to the pet place with my parents and pick out my own bunny. They had none that met my standards, only the best for me.

I was fifteen when a similar situation to both of those previously written occurred again. It was about a cellphone. That was when my parents decided that they'd had enough off my spoiled brat ways.

I got sent to my Aunt Heidi's house in a small town called Florensville, Go Tigers! Now a year later I -at age sixteen- am relatively popular at Florensville High School. I don't cheer, I don't dance, I don't play any sports but I still managed to get in the crowd with the jocks and get semi-known in school. Small towns are great! I think it's because the quarterback or linebacker or whatever position he plays lives next door. He drove me to school the first day and was super nice. I'd be lying. If I said I didn't have a small crush on him.. It's tiny though! I swear! I still remember my first day..

'Beep beep beep!' No. No. No. No. Just no. I don't want to go to school. Who the heck will I talk to? Sure I've hung out with Tatum a few times, but he won't want to hang out with me at school. He'll probably avoid me like the plague! Girls generally don't like me. I have no actual clue why, but they seem to hate me. I miss Joey.. And Hannah..

I turned my head slightly to look at the picture beside my bed on the nightstand. It was of Hannah, Joey, and I. We were at the mall and Joey was carrying all the bags. I laughed lightly to myself.

"Isabella! Are you up?" My aunt Heidi yelled from downstairs.

"Yes! I'm going for a shower!"

I let the hot water sooth my muscles and nerves for 5 minutes then got out smelling like 'Twilight Forrest' it was a deep flowery, almost willowy smell that I always wore.

Okay, first day, what to wear.. I can't seem too preppy, nerdy, goth-ish, or look like a hobo. I have to seem like I don't care, but I do.

My closet was a fair size. I walked into it and picked out a pair of dark skinny jeans. This was my base. I picked out a sweater that was fitting and had intentional holes in the stomach so you could see through it, then I grabbed a bandeau. I threw it all on and I looked pretty good.

I blow dried my long dark hair and put no makeup on. I looked natural and dare I say pretty. I skipped down the wooden stairs to the kitchen and started eating breakfast. The door opened and Tatum walked in. My jaw hung open unattractively with partially chewed cereal inside. He looked gorgeous. He was in dark jeans that looked designer but knowing Tatum were from the cheapest place he could find. He was wearing a fitted white t-shirt with a dark, brown, leather jacket unzipped over top. His brown hair was spiked messily and his golden skin looked even better because of the brown leather. And his eyes held the smile that had started at his mouth.

"Hey, ready for school?" He asked.

"I'm nervous. I don't think anyone will like me," I confessed to him. I always trusted Tatum, ever since I met him when I first came here. He knew what a terrible person I'd been to my parents, but he still hung out with me.

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