4Chapter One
Chapter One
"Isabella Anne Forest, where in the world is your shoe?!" ….okay. Maybe I should introduce myself to get away from thinking about my fuming mother in front of me, yeah? I think so.
Well….let's see. I have black hair that seems to like torturing me instead of cooperating, tan-ish skin that doesn't quite go with my hair for some reason, I'm reasonably skinny considering my obsession with food that never seems to add weight onto my body, and what everybody says is a weird mind(which I always deny because I'm completely normal, right?) I have three dogs named Squiggy, Crayola, and Ike. See, I can pick perfectly reasonable names. Anywho, my family consists of me, my strange yet loving mother, my strict yet gullible father, and my lazy skater of an older brother. Now, let's get back to my discussion with mother dearest.
"…OH MY GOD! Where's my shoe?!" I asked brilliantly while staring at my shoeless foot. When did that happen?
"Umm…Hon, did you just notice that you lost one of your shoes?" My mother asked with an amused and incredulous look on her face.
"Well, I guess I have been a little bit out of it today….Hey! That's why my foot was cold all day!" Yeah…I can be a tiny bit on the slow side sometimes.
"Well then, Bella. Since you seem to have just noticed the absence of your shoe I'm not going to punish you, but you're going back to the school right now and finding that shoe!" I was about to complain when madre dearest gave me the don't-even-bother look. I sighed and grabbed my fuzzy winter jacket to go out and walk to school.
I finally got there after tripping over two dogs, running into a lamp post, and falling into the snow countless times. I love winter! –Cough-not-cough-. Okay so I do love winter, I'm just clumsier than usual during it. Anyways, when I got into the school I realized I had no clue where to look.
I bet it's in the lunch room!
Hellooo our foot was feeling weird after like third period. Check the science room!
GAH! I hate when you (umm…I?) jump up on me like that, but fine I'll check. Sigh.
We seriously need a mental check. Why can't you ever—there's our shoe! …and a scary Goth guy…
He's got our shoe! Time to go into Im-probably-gonna-get-killed-by-that-Goth-guy-for-acting-like-this mode. We need to protect our shoe!
"Hey, scary Goth guy, get AWAY from my shoe!" I scream down the hall at him. He looks up at me, down to the shoe in his hand, then back up to me with….amusement?...in his eyes.
"You know, I was wondering who was mentally retarded enough to lose their shoe in the hallway and then not notice when they did. How long ago did you lose this anyways?" he asked obviously interested in how I was dumb enough to end up in this situation, but that's just me. I get into this kind of stuff all the time.
"I lost it after third period, thank you very much. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, though, so can I please have my shoe back?" I really wanted to get my shoe back safe and sound from that guy.
"Hmm…let me think about that." I stood there waiting a few minutes while he pretended to think, "I'll give you it if you tell me your name." He finally said. Well, isn't he a weird one?
"Fine, my name's Isabella, but everybody…except my parents…calls me Izzy. Now give me my shoe!" Oh no, I think it's suffering! Yes, a shoe can suffer for your information! At least in my mind it can.
"Alright, Izzy my name's Jared. I'm new to this school and am hoping to burn it down one day. Here's your shoe. By the way, I may have been friendly today, but who knows what'll happen on Monday (today's a Friday). See you later!" And with that said he turned around to walk away. Of course, my big mouth couldn't let him go without saying something completely random.
"I like your weirdo combat boots…and pudding. By the way I think I'll call you G.G. (Goth guy of course) from now on." I yell at his retreating form.
"I like you rainbow hoodie with those weirdo bunnies on it, and yeah, I like pudding. Only vanilla, of course. By the way, if you refer to me as G.G. I will have to chop off your head, cover it in vanilla pudding, and let all the cute little puppies eat it." He yelled back over his shoulder.
"Of course only vanilla. Oh, by the way, that's exactly how I wanted to die." I said sarcastically. And with that he was officially gone.
Woah, okay. I think we finally found someone as mentally handicapped as our self. This is a miracle!
I bet our doggies would like him! Well, time to head home I guess. Joanne is going to bite of our dearly deranged head and Jamie, our older brother, is going to help her.
Yeah, I can see them doing that. Jamie is way to overprotective. OOOHH, A SQUIRREL! Wait…aren't they all supposed to be hibernating right now? Do squirrels even hibernate?
I'm not sure, but that poor squirrel is frozen! Good thing I keep a knife in my jacket (It's for carving before you people think I'm crazy….err…crazier.) at times like these.
Finally, I finished thawing it out. Now I know everybody's thinking why the heck did she just thaw out a dead squirrel from ice?! Well, surprisingly it isn't dead. It actually managed to hibernate like that. It's one of the weirdest things I've seen and that's saying something.
Anyways, when I was done I picked up the still hibernating squirrel and put it in a tree a reasonable amount of space away from the road. Now, I'm sitting in my living room getting tortured by the creepy Goth guy who ended up being evil! AAAHHHH, help me! Alright, I'm kidding. I AM in my living room, though. I'm only being yelled at by my loving mother instead.
"Do you have any clue how long you were gone?! You were gone for TWO HOURS! It took you TWO WHOLE HOURS to find one little shoe?!" See, this is my mom when we accidentally take too long to get home.
"Well, no it didn't really. I had to save a squirrel that was frozen. I thawed it out, but it takes a REALLY long time to thaw things out!" I replied half defensively, half afraid for my life.
"Oh, okay Sweetie. That's all you had to say! I'm going to go make a batch of cookies now. Remember that empty house across the street that's being sold?" She asked.
"Yeah, I remember that house. What about it?" I asked curiously.
"Well, it finally got sold. The new neighbors are moving in right now, actually." Joanne answered happily. She loves getting new neighbors. That's all she had to say before I bolted across the street without my coat on, forgetting how cold it is.
"HI NEW NEIGHBORS! I LIVE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!" I yelled energetically and enthusiastically. This was of course before I noticed that one of the new neighbors was no other than creepy Goth guy, also known as Jared.
Damn, we're in for it now! Just remember you (or should I be saying other me?... oh well) , resist the urge to run back into the house screaming at your siblings to lock the doors and shut the windows.
"Hey, I remember you. You're that weird girl who lost her shoe and didn't notice." He said and that's when I fainted. God I'm bad at controlling my emotions!
This was how it all began.
First of all, I am WorldsWonderer, and this is my story. If you want proof or anything, just mail me) Sorry if this is poorly written or has a lot of grammatical errors, I was ten years old when I first wrote this. C: Thanks a ton for reading, and I'd adore reviews!
-enchanting eclipse-