Free Me

My story

    It's sad to see how I've become. I used to be this ecstatic individual . Now i feel like I'm nothing but a lone wolf . I have never been popular or considered myself as worthy . I'm not someone who thinks of myself as beautiful.  Nonetheless i was doing okay now i'm not sure who I am anymore . I mean I'm not perfect but who is ?

  Why is it always me though .?..
Me to be tormented ..
Me to be called ugly , fat , slut.. ..
What have i done to deserve this
Hatred..
Anger..
Sadness..
Depression..

   I've always felt partitioned from others, an outcast ,nasty gum on someones shoes. I've built a barrier around me to protect myself from anymore physical and emotional pain ,destruction and vulnerability. 

   Me , my books , and my bestfriend. Reading is one of the only things that calm me and makes me feel like I'm somebody that's important. Reading my books helps me get out of reality and into something most of us can only imagine dreaming about. I'm that character in the book and that there is hope for me too in my fantasy but back in reality I realize ... not everything is going to be peaches and cream.

My story:

    My name is Isabella Marie Michael . I'm 16 years old. Im currently attending Stanford High . I'm the only child my parents had , I'm in foster care now nontheless . Both my parents died in a car crash when i was six ..I was in the same car with them. I only ended up in critical condition . The paramedics managed to get to me in time ,but there wasnt anything they could do for my mommy and daddy, they died on impact.

    After my parents died my life became empty ..
No more road trips ,
No more late night movies eating ice cream ,
No more tucking me into my bed and singing me lullabies,
No more hugs and kisses when they pick me up from school,
No more Mommy and Daddy.

   It was like i was living a nightmare and all i wanted to do is wake up from a bad dream. I was so hurt i didn't know what to do .i stopped eating , drinking, sleeping .
I just stopped being me .
Most of all i missed the ones who loved me most. The ones that gave up everything for me . I miss my first loves..

My parents

   I was moved to a foster home right after the accident . My parents didnt have friends or family that would take care of me. So I was raised by people who only took me in for the money.

   The only good thing about moving to that foster home is that i found my bestfriend. He stands by me when im at my worst and i love him to death for that .We met when I had just moved into the foster care home , he was the only one who stuck up for me when theses kids where bullying me for being the new girl . He made me feel better in a special kind of way .It was him who gave me hope to survive . If it wasn't for this boy i wouldnt be here today .

   I knew I wasn't gonna have a normal life but at least he gave me the strength to live another day .I knew everything wasnt going to go back to normal like they were .My parents are deceased it's understandable ..I know I will never get over the pain of loosing them but I can try to feel a little grateful.

   It could of been me that was gone too and for that i thank God every single day .I also have to thank Jacob Samuel for that. He is my rock and my Bestfriend .I don't give a fuck about what  jealous people think of me and him ...Together it's me and him against the world. Together forever !!

   Its been 10 years since the accident and yet I'm still hurting and grieving .At school I usually sit with Jacob or by myself with a book if he's busy with a teacher or something.
People always talk shit about me call me names and give me the stink eye because Jacob is my best friend . I mean Jacob isn't just some funny looking dude .
   
    Jacob Samuel is Hot !!! Perfect gorgeous face , high smooth cheek bones, broad shoulders , stands at about six-foot- four ,perfectly straight white teeth ,piercing blueish-green eyes that can swoon you from a mile away , sexy full plump pink lips , and the most amazing smile anyone can only wish they had .Wait damn did i forget to mention his eight- pack , his skin so smooth an golden brown and a happy trail that leads to ... ! Oops enough said .

     He is literary the definition of drop dead gorgeous sexiest man alive. He's my bestfriend so i see why girls would be jealous but still im nothing compared to them so i don't understand why they would be jealous of me to that extent .

   I've never been in the category of popular or beautiful ..I have flaming red hair and grayish blue eyes with full pink lips i stand at approximately five foot five with an oval shape face . To me that's not beautiful but the one good thing i love about myself is that I have an amazing voice. I can sing an sing for days but im too shy to sing in front of anyone but Jacob . Jacob is the only one that sees me for me. I don't have to hide myself around him ..I can be free . Jacob is the only one that makes me feel beautiful . Not only on the outside but also inside.