Isabeeeeell!!! Her dad yell's.
Isabell pulls the blanket over her head and yell's «yeees!» Back. She looks at her phone and see's that the clock is half past seven and mutters «fuck....» She pull's on an oversized t-shirt and walk's in to the bathroom. She stares a bit on her self in the mirror before taking on her clothes. Hoodie from obey and jeans from dr.denim. She brushes the short hair and wash her face with her hand's. She find's the box she has her makeup she usually uses. Foundation, powder, mascara, high-light, eyeliner, setting spray, matte lipstick and browpomade. When she's done she puts in hear earbuds and tap's the shuffle button on her playlist. «Skrt - Kodak Black». She takes the black backpack that's hanging on the stairs and walk's in to the kitchen. Her dad sits with the kitchen table and sips from his coffee cup and looks at her. Isabell just roll her eyes at him. In Isabell's family they don't usually talk about stuff , they don't hug and they never cry in front of each other. Speed up isabell! The school is starting half past eight, you have 20 minutes! Isabell pulls the backpack over her shoulder and walk's to school.....
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Rebel
Teen FictionIsabell (15 years old) is and have always been a rebel. Kind of doesn't give a fuck about what her parents tell her and she definately doesn't give a damn about other peoples opinions. When isabell start's in 10th grade she is falling more and more...
