Letters to Isabella

twenty one.

Isabella's POV

"Off you go Bells." Auntie Vanessa murmured, both of her hands placed on the steering wheel ready to drive off once more.

I sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat beside her and stared out of the window, watching as the heavy droplets of rain fell from the dark November sky above us.

She sighed and nudged me gently on the shoulder. "Come on sweetie. I shouldn't have to ask you twice. You're a big girl now."

I nervously tugged at the sleeves of my oversized sweatshirt and began to shake my head. "I don't feel very well. I don't want to go in."

She sighed again and slumped down into her seat. "Bella come on... it's just school. You were fine when we left the house."

I didn't exactly have a valid reason why I suddenly no longer felt like going to school, a wave of stress and fear had suddenly washed over me and it made me feel paralysed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I wanted to.

"I know." I snapped back, staring worriedly into her dark brown eyes. "I just don't want to go in today... please."

She shook her head and pointed to my school. "Out of the car, Bella." She demanded. I didn't answer her. I continued to sit beside her in silence not bothering to open up my car door. "Bella I mean it!"

"Fine!" I exclaimed in anger. I snatched my rucksack from the backseat and glared at her before pushing my car door open and stepping out into the cold Monday morning air.

I slammed the car door heavily behind me and in frustration I walked away. "Isabella Anne Lynch don't you dare close my car door like that!"

I turned around and smirked at her. "Oops, I guess I just did."

I heard her gasp as I turned on my heel and headed into school, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

I didn't mean to come across as a hormonal pre-teen girl — of course not. But if someone annoyed me or got on the wrong side of me then it was game over for you.

"Hey!" Someone called out. I turned slowly and felt my heart begin to race in my chest the second I saw him. "Bella!" He smiled.

It was Dean.

I smiled. "Hey Dean!"

Dean, the thirteen year old jock with his slicked back brunette hair and dazzling blue eyes paused and stared at me. He scanned me up and down, all the way from my head to my toes, a confused expression growing on his face. "Is something different about you today?" He asked finally after a minute of awkward silence between us.

"Uh... nope." I murmured. I glanced down at my outfit with a puzzled face. "I mean I'm wearing a skirt. I had a whole outfit to match with it but my mom caught me out at the last second and made me change into this sweatshirt instead."

"Huh." Dean quietly said, his eyes still searching mine. After a few more moments of painful silence his lips grew into a smile and he nudged me lightly on the arm. "How was your birthday?"

I smiled and pointed to my new pair of Doc Martin's. "Well I finally got these babies!" I exclaimed, showing them off to an overly excited Dean. "But seriously, it was awesome. My whole family were there to celebrate it with me and honestly it was the best birthday I could have asked for."