The Story of How I Died

Chapter 1: Crushed

My name is Isabelle Frontier.

I am 14 years old.

This is the story of how I died. 

I was in 8th grade. It was the beginning of the second quarter. Lunch was over and I have to get to my fourth period class, health class. The hallways were crowded and I was shoving my way through, to get to my locker. I see the popular kids laughing and talking to they'e boyfriends. I roll my eyes at them as I make my way to my locker. I twist and turn the lock on my locker and in a matter of seconds my locker is open. I grab my binder and as I was about to shut it someone shouted, 

"ISABELLE DON'T SHUT THE LOCKER!!!" I turn to look and as I see my locker partner, Odessa, breathing heavily and jogging to me. She holds the locker door and says,

"Okay.. Than-thank you!" her face was a dark shade of pink and she looks like she's about to faint. 

"You okay?" I ask.

"Ohhh yeahh. Just fine. Just peachy!" I giggle as she grabs her stuff in the locker.

"Alright, I gotta get to health, have fun in french!" I chime.

"Yeah okay bye!" she says almost breathless.

The hallways are less crowded as I walk to my health class. The desks were lined up in rows squished together. Up on the screen there it shows my assigned seat. I am in the second row and I plop down in my seat quietly and set down my binder on the table. I turn to the girl next to me. She has long brown hair that is put into a messy pony tail. If you look closely she has one blonde streak in her hair. She has bright blue eyes and is very short. She has on blue skinny jeans and is wearing a purple velvet jacket. 

"Hi!" I say to her, "my name is Isabelle. What's your name?" I ask politely.

She turns to me and immediately greets me with a friendly smile. 

"I'm Chelsea. Nice to meet you." 

"Yeah you too." she turns back to face the front of her desk and pulls something out of her dark blue binder. 

"So, what elementary school did you got to?" I ask her curiously.

"I went to Greenwood elementary. You?" 

"North Beach elementary." I answer.

"Cool." seconds after she said that someone sits in the seat next to me a minute before the bell rings. I turn and see a short guy with brown hair that fades into blonde. He has a small gap between his teeth. He is wearing skinny jeans that sags and is wearing a gray sweat shirt that looks good on him. He is fairly cute and he clumsily takes a pencil out of his binder. His binder is full of loose papers and other assignments. I feel like I've seen him before. But I don't bother to ask his name. I don't know why, I get nervous around guys. 

The bell rings and the teacher stands in front of the screen.

"Hi my name is Mr. Parker I am your health teacher. Now these will be your permanent seats for the rest of the quarter and I may have to move some of you if you get to noisy. Okay so-" Mr. Parker starts talking and I get bored right away. So I just start talking to Chelsea and we became friend right away. She's really nice and apparently loves Macklemore. She talks about The song 'Same Love' and goes on about how amazing it is. I listen and don't interrupt a word she says. I like Macklemore too but, I'm not obsessed with him. I look over at the guy next to me and watch him talk to his friend next to him. He is really cute, and I blush a bit. 

As weeks roll by Dylan and I became close friends and we text each other every day. Slowly I began to like him more. He once told me he would date me but he didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was happy and ecstatic that day I called my friend Michelle and screamed to her about what just happened.  When Christmas came we both got each other gifts. I got him an iTune's gift card and he gave me a gorgeous red bracelet with beautiful and carefully carved designs on it. Everyone though he liked me. My friends kept convincing me he liked me or had a huge crush on me. At the same time I would believe it and not. No guys liked me. I wasn't popular or pretty or anything. I thought things couldn't get any better. Sadly things went down hill.