Isabella woke up, to her alarm clock. She turned it off and forced herself to open her eyes.
Another day, another theater to act on.
Izzy liked acting, but not this, not like this.
She went to her bathroom and took a hot shower. She quickly came into her room and put her underclothes on. Her normal routine everyday, for at least school. She went to the same school, with the same people, in the same schedule everyday, with the same uniform. Some people were nice, but they were boring and predictable. She reluctantly put her navy shirt and khaki skirt on. It looked so plain, so ugly, so usual.
She used too put make up on but she didn't like it, it was like putting on a mask, Isabella hated that. So instead she just fasten the laces of her black converse shoes. Her only freedom of the clothes she wore.
Izzy didn't care to brush her hair just run her fingers through her hair quickly. She walked down stairs to wait for her aunt to get ready and take Izzy to school. Izzy sat down at the dining table and took out her phone. She checked out things on Instagram and quickly checked her Snapchat. Mostly the same thing, people saying how much they loved their friends or their... parents...
"Isabella," Izzy hated when her aunt called her that, her name was too girly her, "It's time to go!" Her aunt whined, motioning to the door as she put on her gloves.
"Fine" Izzy murmured as she trudged her way out the door, her aunt rushing her from behind.
"Oh, and Isabella, please SMILE."
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