I S S A B E L L
I s s a be l l, is a very kind girl. She is very often called by her nickname, Issa, (ee-sa). It depends on the time of year, which color her hair is, because the sunn shines on it more, her hair is orange in the summer and spring, because it's darker in the winter, she has dark brown hair, as dark as the bark on a pine tree. She has beautiful big brown eyes naturally pink lips. She often wears jewelry and never wears makeup. She exercises daily which is why she maintains a small waist and fairly sized muscles upon her arm and thighs. She has a small, plump triangular nose and light brown eyebrows. It always depends on the day for her type of clothing. Although, mostly she prefers, bright fun colors.
Likes wrote:Pineapple} Pineapple is for sure
her favorite food.
She likes the sweet taste
that emerges from
the pineapple to
your tongue.
Of course, she
also like the juice,
which she drinks
almost every meal.
Jogging} Although most people
find it a tiring
and boring exercise,
Issabell finds it
very fun and relaxing.
She believes the
measured thump of
your feet to the
ground is soothing
to her head.
Music} Music is her
favorite hobby
and she is
constantly practicing
the piano. She
hopes to someday
become a professional.
She loves the
beautiful sounds of
high pitched beating
or deep thuds of music.
She likes classical to
play on her white
grand piano and
pop that she sings
through her microphone.
Painting} She likes
painting and art.
She often ponders
on what she should
paint next and loves
the idea of creating
your master pieces.
She is very good at
art and is also very
creative.
Magic} She likes
to pretend there
is magic out
there. She has
a big imagination
and loves to use
that to make
stories.
Sunshine} She loves
to just sit in
the sunshine all
day long.
"I can close my eyes. I can close my eyes and see my history. I don't want to see my history. I will close my eyes. I see, a house a quiet house with a girl at the age of four in it. Two parents at the table. One a dad, and one a mom. The dad keeps yelling at the poor little girl. "Dad, I'm sorry went too far." the little girl says weakly. The dad's angered expression turns into a faint smile. "Okay, just don't do it again." the dad says gently. The little girl nods and runs back out into their backyard. She knew she had to go back to that place. She knew it. She starred at the fence that stood in front of the massive dark forest. Dew on the grass from the yard sticks to her feet and shins. The girl turns to the house she lived in, "I'm sorry, dad." she whispers before running off into the forest. The darkness swallowed her up.
She runs through the forest quickly. Earlier that day, she had met a little boy who lived in the forest by himself, she had learned how to sleep in the forest. He told her that his parents died in a fire and flee'd before the people came and took him to a bad place. An orphanage. He taught many things I never knew about the forest.
The girl walked home from the forest early enough so that her dad would become angry. She jumps gracefully over the fence and walks slowly into the house, it as yet dark. She sits down at the table, awaiting food from her mom who was cooking patiently at the counter. Finally, after waiting for her food with hunger rolling in her stomach, making a growling noise, it came to her on a white plate. She ate it quickly before her mother telling her to go to bed. The girl nods and runs up the stairs, into her inviting room, her bed looked comfortable and warm.
She lies down in the comfortable bed and can't help think about the boy she had met. She thought if he wanted a bed like hers, or if he was happy in his forest floor. She also imagined them getting married and kissing, which made her giggle. She thought of playing games with him tomorrow, or showing him her house, or, yes, even marrying him. These thoughts drifted her to sleep.
The girl awakes in her same bed, same room, same house. She sat up quickly and looked out her window, the sun had barely risen and she stood up quickly. She changes into clean clothes -- a pink play-dress -- and ran downstairs to find her mother cooking breakfast, pancakes. She hugs her mother with a morning 'hello!' The mother kisses her and points with her head at the table, signaling her to sit. The girl listens and sits down at her favorite seat. The mother serves her the pancakes and she eats them, savoring they wonderful taste. She grabs her shoes and ran outside.
After jumping over the fence and running through the forest, she looked around for the familiar boy she liked. Nothing. It was scary. Nothing. She calls out his name several times, "John?John?!" she would call out several times. She looks around until she see's his limp body, lying on the hard forest floor. "John!" she screams before running to him. She checks his heart for the measured beat f a heart. Nothing. It was scary again. Nothing. "No!" she screams. "No! Why?! What happened?!" she screams more. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her face was already wet.
After burying him in his favorite forest place -- which she cried the whole time through --. She climbed a tree and watched the forest silently. She cries and cries. She soon decided she better get home, to cry some more. But, instead of climbing down peacefully, she hurried, and falls. I remember how painful the fall was. The forest floor felt like concrete. I had broken my leg. I cried harder, and harder. I couldn't move.
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I am going to open my eyes now. What? You wanna know the rest?! well! the ambulance came, I couldn't walk for three months and I had to go back to stupid school. There! Happy?!
Kids in school bullied me for crying so much. I tried to tell my parents but the only answer I get is, "Toughen up!" from my dad, and "Just the principle." from my mom. I can't tell the principle, because then the kids will call me a 'tattle-tale' or a 'cry baby'. I keep ging to school, and I eventually get used to plenty of kids who don't talk to me. I made a friend, Claire, yep, that's all my friends... Claire. Anyways, I am that girl who doesn't talk, always hides her face in her books which she carries close to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them.
I remember some days where kids would sometimes smirk at my jokes when I said to Claire. But I also remember the day Claire got cancer and died. Wh-why does everybody I love die? My mom died soon afterward. It-it is just so strange how some people are so lucky and you're the unlucky one. It just is like you were born to become sadness. I h-hate it.
My dad was at work all the time and with Claire gone I'm alone. Alone.
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