Isabel's pov*
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I slammed my hand down on the top of my alarm clock. It was my first day of high school. I honestly was freaking out! I'm a freshman. I still can't believe it. I got out of bed and went to my closest to get dressed. I threw on my Twenty-One Pilots tank top and my flannel.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I can't find my black jeans. And I think my cat slashed a hole in my other jeans
"Bella, what's wrong!?" Said my mom. My mom seems to have no problem with my profanity. Maybe because she's knows I won't listen if she tells me to stop.
"I can't find my black jeans and I'm pretty sure that The Doctor tore up my other jeans," I yelled back. Yep that's right. I named my cat after Doctor Who.
"Did you look under your bed?" Questioned my mom. Oh. I really am a dumb fuck.
"Yes! I found them!" I exclaimed. Of course they where under my bed. I threw on my black converses and grabbed my Melanie Martinez backpack and ran out the door. FUCK! I forgot to brush my hair! I put a hand up to my blue ombre hair. To my suprise, it was pretty smooth. The bus came rumbling down my street. I went straight to the back of the bus and sat down. I chose to ignore all the stares that had become a constant part of my life.As the bus rumbled into the school parking lot, I noticed that the bus was suprisingly quiet. i grabbed my bag and raced to the front just so I could be pushed into the sea of miserable students who were probably wondering why we have school on monday. It's a question that i often ask myself. My locker was the same one i had had since 6th grade. I was in the process of throwing my junk in my locker when i felt someone tap my shoulder. I whirled around excpeting to see just another jerk who wanted to make fun of me.
"What!?"I yelled. As I turned around I noticed it was my prinicipal. Oops!
"Ms. Garcia, If I may I requier your assistance" He calmy replied. I blushed and nodded my head. As I followed him to his office, I noticed that there was virtually no one in the hallways. Strange...Usually the hallways are crowded until at least second bell. When I walked into the principals office, I noticed the boy sitting there. He had bright blue hair and seemed pretty tall. Great, just another wanna be emo who doesnt really understand what it is like to struggle with depression. I went and sat down in the only chair availible...which just so happened to ne right next to the boy. Oh boy, Jackson is gonna have fun with this one. Not only was this boy extremely tall, but goregous as well. Which will make Jackson feel extremly threatened. This boy had alot of amazing attributes. The best part was is that his hair matched his eyes. They matched so well it was almsot scary.
"Ms. Garcia, If you are done staring at Mr. Sykovich, then may we please move on?'" He questioned. Oops
"Yes sir, sorry" I replied with a blush. God Isabel always got to make such a damn fool out of yourself.
"This is Noah Sykovich. He is your assignment," he said. WAIT, WHAT??
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Romance"I don't need to be saved, I'm not some damsel in distress," I was almost telling the truth. "I never said you needed to be saved,". I wish he would just give up. He's got it in his head that someone is trying to hurt me. But he doesn't realize the...
