The New Beginning✔️|ON HOLD|

|Prologue|

I tripped. 

Again...

No, not because I'm careless. Literally, I am. And it's not because I am negligent or reckless, probably distracted or something. I would have preferred to call it my 'bad hair day' but unfortunately, it's certainly not because of that.

 Oh, you still wanna know why? Well it's simple.

Apparently, I, Isabella Moore, a normal high school introvert, happens to be an out cast in a world full of the rich, popular and famous.

I know, It's sounds crazily stupid and overwhelming for an ordinary girl like me and each time I have a vague recollection of my unfortunate and pitiless life, I just feel like I am intruding into an already perfect world. Indeed, my being here was the gravest mistake ever.

Have you ever felt this way?

When literally you seem useless to everyone and you feel all you ever did was cause troubles and pain to the people you love? Have you felt like you are just a burden to everyone around you? And even when you try to make things right, you just end up making things worse and eventually, everything comes into a bad sticky end? Just like adding more pepper to an already damaged injury?

Well, it turns out, I have. And by the way, welcome to my utterly boring and miserable world. One that is likely to come to an end, or should I say the only wish I have been looking forward to ever since my unfortunate existence in Blairwood high.

Apparently, I happen to be invisible and I have only been seen and used as an item for bullying and mockery. Trust me, a girl like me wouldn't just sit there and watch those imbeciles do whatever they like to me, but there's a saying, 'You can't simply change someone who doesn't see any thing wrong in their actions.' Failing to realize this, I have finally overstepped my boundaries.

I sat there on the floor of the school hallway and watched in awe as the students passed by, all taking turns in stepping over my already ruined notes and books. Some even had the guts to rip them apart, leaving behind shreds for me to submit as an assignment. While others threw the crumpled papers mockingly at me, all whispering and saying hurtful words about me, ironically, just enough for me to hear them.

I have been accused for literally a crime I didn't commit.

They called me a whore, a cheat and most of all a nerd who doesn't seem to know her place or where she belongs. True, I don't belong here. I never did.

The least I could do was keep stretching forth my arms, hopelessly aiming for an insourmontable goal since my belongings 'magically' went far and father away from me and numerous unknown foots 'miraculously' kept sprouting out of no where, getting in my way each and every time, granting me more falls or trips. Once again, I ironically feel more than grateful
to Karma for letting me come across the worst mishap that could ever happen to anyone.

I sat there on the marble floor cynically waiting and enduring the unforgivable pains and bullying. Hours and hours passed by and eventually, the hallway transformed into a wall of silence. It's deafening silence similar to that of tranquility; a dead silent grave yard.

Indeed, a once in a life time opportunity to let out all the pains and sorrows I have kept inside of me. A time to cry out loud and raise all sorts of curses and harsh words to those who had offended me and caused me pains and anguish.