Isabelle or not - The story of a teenage orphan

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'What do you think of it?' Annie says, grinning.

'I don't like it.' I say.
Because that's my honest opinion.
What's the point in not being honest? There's no point.
Not being honest is lying.
And I'm not a liar.
All of the colour drains from her face.
'I...erm...o.....o......erm.....I........ok.' She manages to stagger.
'W...what............... could............I......we......erm.......improve n....next.....t.....t........time?' She asks sadly.
'I don't like it.' I say.
Then I pause.
'I love it!' I scream.
The colour returns to Annie's face.
'Phew!' She says 'I'm glad you don't like it, but you love it.' She catches her breath and I look around at the amazing room.
'No really thank you so much.....erm-'
'You can just call me Annie.'She says.
'Ok. Thank you so much Annie.'I say.