Prologue
The air around the apartment was cold and had a freezing cold chill, the kind that bit your skin. It felt like winter time in Alaska, even though it was early fall in Chicago. In the sub-zero apartment lay a womanly seventeen year old girl with espresso brown hair lay snoozing on her bare mattress. Her breaths were long and deep, and were even with each rise and fall of her chest. She appeared to have a serene expression splashed across her face when really she was having nightmares, from the ghosts of her past. Her skin was as pale as day, and had a bluish tinge to it because the only thing that covered her slim frame was her moth-eaten blankets. The apartment was simply as cold and bare as it looked, for it had no heat, Isabella could not afford it.
It was early a few minutes before 6:00am, her school started at 8:30am and she lived only 10 minutes away from it. But, she had never gotten to sleep in because of her neighbors daily morning arguments. In just a few moments Isabella would be awake, away from her nightmares, but thrown into her harsh reality.
Chapter One- A World I Don’t Belong In
September 1st, 2006
5:58am
“WALTER WHERE YOU LAST NIGHT?” the woman screeched, her tone laced with fresh poisonous venom.
“Oh baby I-I was with C-Clay last night” the man fearfully stated. Two things were already dreadfully obvious, one-the man was lying and two- he was deathly afraid of her.
“REALLY THEN MIND EXPLAINING TO ME WHY YOU SMELL LIKE CHEAP PERFUME?” the woman seethed. Isabella groaned. The fury was evident in her tone. She sounded like a dying banshee. Isabella was now fully awake and listened intently to her neighbor’s daily ‘sweet talk.’
“Oh-um babe…you know I l-love you right?” The man obviously had a death wish. It was D-day for him Isabella thought. She laughed half heartily, if her neighbor’s had their own television show she would watch it everyday, not that she had a TV, but wishful thinking was always good.
“GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” the banshee wailed out.
“Babe come-on be reasonable” Isabella could almost picture the man holding up his hands in surrender. The woman did not respond. For a few seconds it was deathly silent, like it should be at 6:00am in the morning. Then there was a loud shattering with the following woman screaming phrases of ‘get out’ and ‘never come back’, but it was very faint for the shattering glass overpowered her voice. Isabella sighed and tugged her scruffy blanket off of her, and sat up on her naked mattress. Her apartment didn’t really have any furniture. She didn’t even have bed furniture, just a mattress that sat on the floor. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and tread ed over to the bathroom. She ignored all the creaks and squeaks of her rickety wooden floor as she walked, she was used to it. Her bathroom to put it lightly was absolutely disgusting. The ‘extravagant’ bathroom was very small and could only hold about four people at most. The walls had silver-ish wallpaper, that was half on and half off the wall. It had a white broken tiled floor; mirrors that were so cracked that she could barely see her reflection and a dusty old vanity that looked liked it would collapse at any moment. The sink was always dripping and when she turned it on barely any water came out all, so she had kept a cup with water so she could brush her teeth. The lights were faulty and always twitched whenever they turned on. Her toilet seat had a yellowish-used tint to it and the septic system always seemed to back track the water and overflow the toilet. The tub had no shower curtain and the water was always freezing cold. The pipes always froze in the winter making it hard to shower. It was truly a nightmare; Isabella knew that not even the dirtiest of the dirty people would ever use her bathroom. If she had her way she would have never even stepped foot into her bathroom, or lived in such apartment for that matter. But alas, she was here now-and for a while. She picked up her green toothbrush applied some toothpaste and brushed her teeth. She maneuvered carefully around her teeth making sure not to miss any spots. Isabella hated people with yellow teeth, and she definitely didn’t want to be one of them. She took the cup and sipped the water in her mouth, lolling it around in her mouth for a while-like mouthwash and spit it out then cleared out the sink for any toothpaste still in it. Then she hopped into shower and hastily washed away her filth of being in the bathroom.
September 1st, 2006
7:00 am
Isabella was out of the shower and in her uniform by 7:00am, she was ready one hour earlier than she should have been. The school she went to was called Brook field Private High school, it was an exclusive school that was damn near impossible to get into if you weren’t rich. The students had to pay yearly tuition, but Isabella didn’t have to pay anything, she had gotten a full ride scholarship.
Among her elders-adults- she was known as a prodigy, a genius even, but among her peers she was known as the resident poor girl whose mother was in the loony bin. She had a title in the school, she was known as the school “freak.” Of Brookfield Private High school.
Isabella plopped down on her tore orange couch and sighed. It had or appeared to be several large coffee stains on the couch. Or she hoped it god that it was coffee. She closed her eyes and tried to relieve some of her stress. Soon she became lost in the own thoughts, her own world. Fifty five minutes had passed since then. She drearily opened her own eyes and glared at the clock. It read 7:55am. She had to leave her apartment and leave for school in five minutes. She hated her school well to be more specific the people in it. It was like an indescribable hell. She felt like she fell into an endless black hole, with no-one to save her. She wanted to run away, she wanted to die but most of all she wanted someone to care. “Everyone leaves me’ she thought bitterly. She frighteningly peered at the clock again and it read 7:59 am. She groaned but picked up her backpack and her keys and hesitantly left her apartment.
Her walk to school so far was a pleasant one. ‘It’s probably just a cover for how degrading my day is going to be’ she thought. She was only half way to school when a silver BMW started to incessantly honk. Isabella felt a twitch of irritation. She hated BMW’s or any other ridiculously expensive car, people should spend money on important things, instead of plastic, shiny materialistic items she thought. Like a parent-less teenager living by herself she thought. A bittersweet smile appeared on her face. Whenever she thought about her life she got very depressed, not that she already wasn’t but she felt extremely sullen whenever she thought of where her dad was. Isabella shook her head out of her thoughts. It was then she realized that the BMW had not stopped honking. Irately Isabella craned her neck to the idiot that was honking and she felt her heart flutter and her stomach boil. It was her ex-best friend Tristan.
Her once vibrant green eyes became dark and lost their shine. Her eyes narrowed into slits and her lip curled into a sneer. She sent him the most piercing glare she could. The idiot just kept on smirking at her like a cheesy villain.
“What” she croaked out, she found it hard to actually talk to him. Her mouth felt dry, and her stomach churned with such an intense hate, that it actually hurt.
“ Just checking to see if your still alive, I know living in that apartment scares even the biggest cockroaches away, but I guess poor people always get used to living in such pathetic conditions” he proudly spoke, as if he was the king of England and he was insulting a meager commoner. Isabella hated it. She hated that he turned out like this.
“Yeah, I guess I am used to living like this, but it builds character something you lack” Isabella stated. She never insulted somebody by cursing at them. She was once taught that cursing was unethical. That using bad words to insult somebody was degrading to him or herself. It was a battle of wits. Whomever came up with the wittiest insults was the smarter one. Tristan was most indefinitely taught the same way, being raised into aristocracy. Isabella felt a sudden pang of jealously, he had always gotten everything he had ever wanted, and his parents were always there by this side. He had everything within his grasp and it was always just out of reach for Isabella. She felt her repressed anger come back with a sudden vengeance. She really hated this smarmy bastard. He really needed to learn some manners Isabella thought angrily.
“The only character I see is the dirt under you fingernails, even then that is not character at all. Don’t be jealous that you were once like us, but then struck with poverty, nobody cares Bella, no-one” and with that said Tristan sped off to school to go hang out with his “posse.” Tristan was the most revered guy at Isabella’s school. He was the guy girls would rip off their clothes and stand bare in front of him, just to talk to him and the guys whom would always envy him. Isabella was no fool, the attraction in him was undeniable. He was a towering six foot two and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. His sun-kissed glow skin that made him shine out in the most darkest of the crowds. A taut muscular body, that was lean but not bulky. He had abs a six pack even Isabella was sure of that. Tristan had silky rich dark brown hair that was as silky rich and brown as a black espresso coffee. It hanged loosely around his face , sometimes falling into his blue eyes making him look mysterious. He had electrifying midnight blue eyes that could pierce someone’s soul many times over. The expression in them was always unfathomable. An aristocratic nose, that was neither bony and large nor small. Just perfect. His jaw line was sharp and pronounced making him look like he had a certain edge to him. His lips were pink always in a semi-pout making it hard not to kiss him. To Isabella he was an attractive man. To the world he was a Greek God.
‘What’s so special about him anyway? He’s just a pretty face with nothing to back it up’ Isabella thought begrudgingly. She continued the rest of her walk to school without any interruptions and reached the big iron gates of her school quickly. She nervously gulped. ‘ Last time for the nervous first day jitters’ Isabella excitedly thought, and entered her last and final year of high school.
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