Isabella From Dear Dumb Diary Novels & Stories

I was puzzled for a moment about what to say. “Hi, my name is Diana. I’m new here.” I said nothing more. “I’m new here,” I heard someone’s voice. He was blatantly mimicking me, which made me feel upset. However, Isabella stepped in to save my face. “Hi Diana, I’m Isabella. Come, sit with me.” I glanced at Alpha Marcus. He nodded, so I moved towards Isabella and sat beside her. “She’s a late admission, so I hope you’ll all lend her your support,” he said, and with that, the class began.

I had watched it burn in the fireplace, but the image of those shriveled, brown petals was burned into my retinas. "Isabella is dead," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a jagged edge of glass. "My mom had the prisoners finish her off.” I poured a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, the amber liquid trembling slightly. I hated the tremor. I hated that a bunch of dead flowers and a card had reduced Clara to a blubbering, hysterical mess upstairs. She was currently sedated, a weak, useless replacement for the woman I had broken. Isabella had been many things, fragile, beautiful, silent but she had never been annoying.

He rises, one eyebrow raised. “His name is Abast, Luna. And please, it’s just Dale. We are going to be family, I hope.” He looks at me, then at her again. Isabella reaches out her hand, and Dale takes, while it takes everything in me not to growl at her touching another male. I know that’s very hypocritical, but what can I do? I’m a male. “Let’s start over, Dale. I’m Isabella, and it’s very nice to make your acquaintance.” He shakes her hand.

Jane told her. “They are my friends. The ones that you should call stupid and fake are Samantha. She's absolutely a dumb and fake friend,” Isabel told me. This empty-headed person even accused me. “Isabel, you are no longer famous in this school; maybe you're famous—famous for being stupid and stagey, who always scores one out of fifty,” Anna said. I heard the audience trying to hide their laughs. “You!” Isabel pointed at her, but Anna just raised her eyebrows, trying to tease her even more.

Isabella walked in, dressed as a cheerleader with her crop shirt, flare skirt, canvas, and long socks. She looked at the cheer members dancing, and her eyes darkened. "What do you think you're doing? Have you forgotten the dance code, or did you change it without informing me?" she asked angrily. The cheerleaders stopped dancing, but they looked confused. "Why is everyone looking at me like that?" Isabella mumbled, feeling irritated. Abby slowly stood beside her. "Isa," Abby gave her a worried look. "What?" Isabella gave her a frown. "We now have a new captain. I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't know how to, so I wanted you to see for yourself," Abby said.

ISABELLA Sarah just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. "Who are you,” she says slowly, “and what have you done with Isabella?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, relax.” “No, I’m serious,” she presses, stepping closer. “You? Ask Tina for help? The same Tina you just said you don’t trust?” I sigh, shifting my weight. “I said I don’t trust her completely. Not that she’s useless.” “That’s new.”

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

They just fell over in the alley and lay there. Amber fumbled with the key and then opened the door. It was a large space with enough room for all the girls. Amber shut the door behind them and locked it. She turned to Isabella. “What the hell did we just do?” Isabella was not speaking. She was stunned for a moment. “What is it?” “Déjà vu…really bad déjà vu.” She rubbed her head and sat down next to one of the girls who held her hand. Another girl walked up to her and rubbed her arm and face gently. They kept calling Isabella an angel in Spanish while smiling and looking at Amber too. Some of the girls rubbed on Amber as well. “What have we done?” Amber looked confused.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

I stared out the window and thought about my mother. Isabella Hart. The woman who had read me bedtime stories. Who had kissed my scraped knees. Who had tucked me into bed and told me everything was going to be okay. She had also recruited teenage girls. Drugged them. Stuffed them into cargo holds. She had also watched them die. She had also written about it in her diary, page after page, confession after confession, guilt bleeding through every word. And now, maybe, she was alive. Hiding somewhere. Waiting for something.