The Mis-Fits Among the Mis-Fits

Isabela's POV

I walk back practically floating. I'm trying to find Aya and Emma but the castle feels dark and cold. Like a huge storm of misery went around blocking out the good and hope I can usually see in people. I go to Em's room, but I hear a deeper voice than hers. Tom. That is undeniably Tom's voice. I hear him comforting her. "It's okay Em. Everything will be okay.", I hear his calm voice say. I walk away I'll talk to her after dinner, I was thinking. I knock on Aya's door next, I hear her crying. Wow everyone is really emotional today. I decide it's best if I don't talk to her either. Those two are in a fight. I go back into my room to start getting ready. I start doing my hair I decide on raven colored hair and begin to do a messy bun. I wash my pale face and I grab my diary from the back of my closet. I flip to page 42. The chart on how to manipulate my eye color. I want my eyes to be dark. I think about the unknown and my eyes slowly start turning ebony. I brush on my inky mascara that makes my eyes twice as large. I brush my teeth because I love just making sure I'm clean before dinner. I mean the queen is always ready to jab at me for anything I won't let her if I can do anything in my power to stop one of her stupid petty comments. I look too much like my mother she always complains. I put some chapstick on and call in a few reds to help me pick out my outfit for dinner. We finally decide on my red butterfly necklace with clear rhinestones on it, clear rhinestone earrings, a dress with a simple white bodice and a black skirt that goes to my knees, and a red pair of flats. I get dressed. There's still 40 minutes until dinner. I'm bored and have nothing to do. I walk over to Jacob's room and knock on the door. "Who is it!", he calls out. "It's me!" I call through the door. I hear footsteps and then a click. The door opens. "Hey.", I say. He's wearing dress pants and a white t-shirt. His hair is messy. "Should I go, you don't look quite ready yet.", "It's fine you can stay.", he said. I walked in and sat on the bed. His room was clean and neatly organized while mine was messy and disorganized. While he was a bit of a self-centered show-off, I was the down to earth person. In other words, I was darkness and he was light. I walked to his closet and pulled open the door. "What are you doing?", he asked. I said nothing and searched his closet until I found a white colored shirt. "Here", I said. "What?", he looked confused. Men don't understand anything I thought to myself. "Wear this to dinner.", I said. "Oh.", he said. He put on the shirt and we walked down to the dining hall. Surprisingly, dinner went smoothly. When it was over I saw Aya and Em walking in opposite directions. I grabbed both of them and pulled them to the side. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you!", I screamed. They started mumbling about Tom. "I need answers now!, I yelled again. Suddenly I felt peace and there was darkness. I was in my bed. I could tell it was at least a couple hours later. I was in my pajamas. The white t-shirt, the black sweatpants, the red and white polka dot socks, and my hair was still in a messy bun. Jacob was sitting in a chair across the room. "Did you change my clothes!" I practically shrieked. "What no! You were on the floor in the hallway so I just brought you to your room and had the reds change your clothes.", he said calmly. "Oh.", I replied sheepishly. "What happened?", I asked. "I don't know? I just came into the hallway and you were on the floor." "I didn't drink at all," I said. "I know.", he responded. "Get some sleep we have lessons tomorrow.", he said. "Okay, you can go." "But I don't want to" "I swear I'm fine" "Are you sure." "I'm sure" I'm not leaving." "Ugh, fine." Guys are so stubborn, I thought to myself. I tried to fall back asleep but one question kept swimming in my head. What happened to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(UPDATE)
So, I forgot to mention, Bela got an account (finally)! It's Belasparkles . Go check her out and read her story. It's great. See ya ;p