Lonely Roads

The Beginning

Let's start from the beginning, in 3rd grade.

It was early, very early, in the morning; probably around 7:10am. I had just been dropped off in the drop off lane. I was a small young girl, my hair was dark brown and curly. My eyes were pure hazel and still full of at least some hope.

I probably had some girly outfit on, with at least some pink on it. And probably a pink clip in my hair. I had this old backpack my dad gave me, it was worn and torn. But it was usable so I used it.

In 3rd grade I was one of the 'popular' kids. I think. All I know, is I used to hang around those types of kids. And I would go with them everywhere.

Aside from my role in school life, let's focus on what happened next. I was walking through my wing of the school to my classroom. Because, in the morning each class would line against the walls until the teacher arrived. Anyway, as I was walking I noticed this other girl, she had very pale skin, lots of freckles, and she had short auburn colored straight hair.

But what was very noticeable was her eyes, her eyes were a grassy green, with a tint of blue around the sides. She wasn't part of the 'popular' clique obviously. When I asked one of my "friends" who she
was, they didn't know. So in my head, I thought she must be a new kid.

And I was right.

She came here from another state. I didn't know much about her, other than that. Hell, I didn't even know her name. But eventually, I found out her name.

Iszabella.

It's a really pretty name, especially the way it's spelt. But, little did I know.

That name, was gonna be the end of me.