Isabella

Chapter 1

Do you think I chose this? Do you think I want my parents to hate me? Well mother and step father. I don't know my real father but he sounds like a real douche. Pardon my french. But hey what am I going to do. Lets talk about me. I live in a very small flat in Bradford, Yorkshire, England. I have saved up enough money to get out of that hell hole at sixteen.

Basically these days my life consists of work as many hours at I can at my local grocery store and doing my cyber school. Seems like I've been at this store for ages. And as for cyber school, my grandmother got me a brand new laptop for my sixteenth birthday. She happens to be my dad's mom but I'm not aloud to associate with her, just relay messages through my mom. I would try to get a hold of her but I know the least bit of information about her. The only details I have, is the fact she lives in America and her last name is Boylan. Ah yes, America. The land of the free. Now there is a place I have to see. The people sound so nice and there is so much to do. But back on topic.

I recently turned seventeen. This past year was a tough one, but it's getting better. I legally changed my name so that rotten bitch(my mother) wouldn't find me. I want to go out and see the world and be successful and if I do, I don't want her to come back and act like she gave me everything I ever needed or wanted. She gave me nothing and I don't need her. I just needed a fresh start and I needed to greet the world with an old face but a new name, Isabella Branson.

I walked to work. Same old, same old boring day yet something seemed the least bit off. Like my gut was warning me about something. The air was cool yet warm. The humidity was worse then yesterday and the temperature was suppose to hit the high 90's today. But hey I would be in a air conditioned store. My curly blonde hair blew back a little. I chuckled and started to do my super model walk. To my self in an announcer voice I said, “ Here comes Miss Isabella Branson sporting off her signature work uniform.” That gut feeling came back, I shoved away the bizarre feeling and kept walking, I have to go and make a living. I need all the money I can get.

I walked into the grocery store, greeting others on my way in. There were many familiar faces and maybe a few that are from out of town that smiled at me. The floors glistened from the lights on the ceiling. Everything was pretty normal. Psht, I was getting myself worried for nothing. I put my stuff in my assigned employee locker and clocked in. I went to my assigned register. The girl who worked early morning was logging off her name at the register so I could get in. Her grandfather owned the store so she worked here, not by choice though and I was pretty sure she was around my age. We worked together over the summer and now during the school hours.

“Early as usual.” She has stated, pushing her pin-straight, auburn hair out of her eyes

“Yep,” I agreed.

“May I ask you a personal question, Bella?”

“Yeah?” My voice was uncertain.

“Why do you work during the day? Why don't you go to school?” She spun around to face me.

I just stared at her for a moment. Her green orbs filled with concerned. I have to make up something.

“ Well um...I'm...I just graduated secondary school last year and I am taking a break before starting collage.” I said sounding sure of myself.

“Oh cool. Well hey I'll see you later. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I sighed putting my head back. Why can't I have a normal life with normal people and go to normal school and have normal friends and do normal things? I put my head back up and opened my register. I put on a fake friendly smile and greeted those coming up to my check out.