Isabella Ivy, a pretty normal (human) girl is pissed off when, on his absolutely spiffing return, her now transformed (hot stuffs) once (grade school) good friend , Eugene Knight, treats her like she means shit to him. But what happens when she rea...
Ughh, that ugly faced dolphin licker giraffe killer alarm clock. I hate it. I hate waking up. I hate Monday. And most of all, I hate school. Just one more year, that is, starting from today. First day of high school senior year. I am so excited. Not.
I quickly shower, then I put on a hoodie and rip jeans, and climb down stairs.
My mom is having a love monologue with my father on the phone. Me and mum live in the town of Rocky brooks and my father lives in the next town of Riverdale, both towns being separated by a huge patch of woods. Well, father and his cousins live more like in the woods, with cute wooden houses. Father has a huge extended family that lives together, so nobody practically has any privacy. My mum was okay with it, that was, until the day I was born. She wanted me to have my own space and stuff, so she moved away to the next town. My father is the head of his family, therefore he stayed on . No my parents aren't divorced and yes they are very much in love, thank you. We visit father every vacation and we just came back two days ago
I know that you are finding this stuff weird, but, well, it's the reality .
Not wanting to disturb mum in her lovebird mode, I grab a croissant from the kitchen, grab my car keys, yell goodbye and get out of the house. To say my car is good looking is an understatement. It is absolutely gorgeous.
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Well, to say my father was well off was an understatement too. He is literally loaded.
Blasting my this week's fav song 'raise your glass' from glee, I made my way to school.
Reaching school, I parked at my usual spot and went to the school hallway. As I emptied my bag into my locker, I saw someone out of the corner of my eyes that I was barely able to recognise.
Holly gvacamoli, it couldn't be Eugene Christopher Knight, could it?
