"Its Complicated"

The Apology...

(Izzy's P.O.V.)

I wake up to the alarm blaring in my ear. I groan turning to my nightstand and shutting it off. It was currently two in the afternoon.

Yes, I had faked sick, just for the day. I couldn't handle going to school after all that a bit that blew in my face. Tomorrow, yes I was gonna go tomorrow.

I walk to the kitchen grabbing some water, and walk back to my room. I look in my scoreboard and something catches my eye. A note from my mom.

I smile at the note, as she gonna get me some Chili from Mama Houston. I slip back under the covers and close my eyes. Just for today I can be sad.

~Izzy's Dream~

"Dad can we please go to the toy store please"

My father chuckles as he ruffles my hair. I grumble knowing that was his way of saying no. I look up and give him the best puppy eyes, but he chuckles again.

"Princess we're gonna go somewhere watch better."

"Dadddd you know I hate that name. That's Danielle's name. I want a different one."

I grumble under my breath As my Dad chuckles at my pouting face. I look down at the sidewalk embarrassed by this. He notices my face, stops me, and bends down to my eye level.

His caring smile imprinted forever in my mind.

"Okay Issabelle, what should I call you then?"

I frown, when I realize I didn't even have a name to call myself. I look around the city, as we walk to Dad's mysterious destination. I pause and stop when I see a billboard of a Dinosaur.

It was probably for a movie, but my little mind was blow. I jumped up and down looking  I was rich.

"Dad! I have it!!"

"From now on Daddy you will call me... Dino-Soar

My dad patted my head while laughing. I gru!now at his lack of enthusiasm as I was currently on. I shrug it off, as he chuckles to himself repeating my genius nickname.

"OK Dinosaur it is."

"No its Dino-Soar."

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"Dad what is this place?"

I was curious, but I stared in awe as we were in front of a yellow and greenish building. As I looked at the sign it was called, MAMA HOUSTON. I held my dad's hand as we walked in.

"Julian it has been awhile.. Oh who is this cutie?"

I looked at a middle aged women, with a frown. I didn't like that name either. That was Danielle's thing not mine. I shake my head, resorting my words very slowly to the lady.

"I..am...not..a...cutie"

"Well sweetie pie some boy will think that."