Twisted Love

When you were younger, you had your favourite teddy right? You spent every day with it and fell asleep at night with your arms wrapped securely around it. Securely? Because you were afraid someone would come along and take it away from you. So you cherished it for an eternity until one day, you grew too old for it. It was worn out and the stuffing was slowly creeping out, it was no longer considered yours. Although your heart lied with it, you believed yourself that you could no longer carry it around in your backpack to school, or sleep with it every single night. This was the sad truth.Now imagine being a 17 year old, you've lived in the same house for 17 years of your life and have had every single fun filled memory in it.Like when me and my best friends had a water fight at the age of 8 and it suddenly started raining so we had to run back inside and due to the wet staircase, each of us fell. Obviously at the time it was horrific because I still have the scar on my shoulder from

We were here. Los Angeles, Calabasas Ca. I literally kept my eyes closed as we drove in to our new neighbourhood. You may think I'm being a bit too exaggerative it was because maybe I was but I didn't care, I refused to enjoy where I now was living because I'm pretty sure I would love it, I just refused to.The car slowed down making my look up to see the house that I had only seen once and it was when it was first getting made and there was nothing but wood brick and sand lying around. Now it was a house, our house.Much bigger than the last one and much more fancier, which is silly because for 3 people, the house was too big but whatever, I wasn't one to complain.As the gates opened up, my mom drove the car closely behind the 3 vans that the movers were driving, behind us was my dad who was driving in with his car of course what he couldn't leave behind for a second."How beautiful is it!" My mom exclaimed in excitement."Yay" I said obviously sarcastically but my mom was too obses

Today was the day. All new high school, all new friends/people, all new teachers meaning all new outfits. Duh. Ha no. Although dressing up was my favourite part of going to school (the only good thing about it), right now all I could think about was walking in the hallways and being stared at as being the new kid. I knew i wasn't that important for people to stare at me but come on, when you see a new student at school you can't help but stare. It's literally the inevitable.After I had showered, for an hour might I add, I threw on an oversized shirt just so I could actually do my makeup without having to hold a towel around me. Anyone who did that whilst they did their makeup or hair had powers that I wished I had.I would normally do my makeup at my vanity but I was literally so nervous I wasn't even thinking straight. I stood in my bathroom, my makeup all over the counter, staring at myself in the mirror."Okay you're cute" I whispered to myself. "You're not cute but just tell your

The hallways had finally fallen quiet as I finally figured out my class and where it was. I was nervous because i was 5 minutes late meaning everyone would stare at me as if I had just murdered someone right in front of them when in reality it's not that big of a deal. I took a deep breath and opened the door before stepping in. The entire class were alerted and were looking in my direction. "You must be Isabella the new student!" A very chirpy man sung. He was tall, had white/grey hair and wore small rectangular glasses. He looked to be in his late 40's. "I'm Patrick Lang your English teacher, I should assure you that I will teach you everything you need to know and more" I couldn't get over how excited he was at this early hour. "Class, this is Miss Isabella Montano," he paused as they all just sat there, staring. "What do you prefer being called?" He asked as he handed me a text book. "Um just Bella..." I replied quietly. "Okay then Bella, you can take a seat in between Rico

I was now at home in my bedroom still unpacking my things as I hadn't had the chance to completely unpack every single thing. As I unpacked I couldn't help but go back to thinking about the people I had met today. Of course it was like a typical high school where different groups dominated different areas of the school, but mostly the popular the jocks and cheer leaders. And then there was 'The group' who basically dominated the entire school without actually speaking to anyone. Well, they were nice, I had only spoken to two of them; Khalil and Za who seemed to be nice and pretty funny, the complete opposite to how they presented themselves with all the tattoos and bad boy reputation. I was told they were always getting in to fights and well it led to the other person being seriously injured and them being suspended from school. The norm I guess. But then there was the main guy who I noticed Roxy really wasn't fond off however she really was against me and him even speaking. Flash