Well, let's start this off slow, shall we? I'm Isla. I'm 17 years old and I have an interesting life. I have quite a few friends but only a few know me well. You'll catch on who those people are once I get into it. Anyways, I live two seperate lives. A life where everything is a lie and the other where everything is correct. I can't tell you which is which so, you'll have to find that one out for yourself. Now reader, read deeply and carefully into everything I tell you, promise? You, promise? Ok good, read on.
"Hey Stella. Nice to see you today!" Christopher, the guy all my friends say like me.
"Hi Christopher. What do you want?" he usually always wants a picture of me and him when he says that
"What? Pfft, nothing. Except-"
"Stella!!! Stell!" my best friend in the whole world says, running towards me.
"What?! What did you find, Jace??" I asked him.
"Look." he took out something from his pocket.
A picture of me, him, Kendall and Riley from when we were babies.
"Jay, where'd you get that?!" I asked in astonishment