...best friend in the world! Ok, so BFF is much easier. I love my BFF. She totally surprised my by paying me a visit. I missed her so much! Although she's a total girly girl. Bleh.. no offense, Isa. hehe. Comments #1. As long as you know... You're the crazy one *giggles*
Isabella van Loon-Jones #2. *laughs* oh trust me, I know! Isabella Dwyer #3. *giggles* You're so awesome Isabella van Loon-Jones #4. so are you!! Isabella Dwyer #5. Nah, I'm not Isabella van Loon-Jones #6. Yeah you totally are! Isabella Dwyer #7. You are more! Isabella van Loon-Jones #8. yeah yeah *sticks her tongue out* Isabella Dwyer #9. no no no *sticks out hers after giggling* Isabella van Loon-Jones #10. Yes yes yes yes!! Isabella Dwyer #11. nooohooooooo Isabella van Loon-Jones #12. *grins and pokes her in the side* Isabella Dwyer #13. *Giggles* I love you, BFF Isabella van Loon-Jones #14. Love you too BFF Isabella Dwyer
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Biting her lip, she set her bag down on the wooden floor of the yoga room. She just needed some time to think... It was New Year's Eve and she had only an hour left before her family celebrated together. But she had something to prove to herself.
With a sigh, she locked the door and gazed around the room. Her eyes locked on the mirror ahead. She'd gotten taller. Her limbs were longer, and her body had trimmed down to a graceful slim. Strange. Now she just seemed awkwardly skinny, ballerina-ish. Gross. Better than being curvy, she guessed. She walked across the room, checking to see if her stride seemed any different. Yet, it didn't. Her stride was still one of a girl who preferred to hop onto a skateboard rather than walk. A bit absentmindedly, she began to stretch. In the last few days, she'd been pretty much stagnant, sitting or lying around all day. She simply didn't have the desire to move, nor the energy... especially considering the ache in her lower belly. She shuddered, shaking the thoughts out of her head. She had to prove to herself that she was still... well, herself. She glanced at the mirror again before cartwheeling. Her cartwheel was followed by a round off and a spurt of backflips. She still had it! If there was one thing about herself that she didn't want to lose, it was her flexibility. There was a time when she'd dreamt of being in the circus. She could contort in so many different odd positions, most considered impossible. Now, she had no desire to be in the circus. Did that mean something had changed? Was she really turning into that 'young woman' as her mother said. She frowned at her reflection. Oh please don't let anything else change in this new year... she prayed. She sighed and stretched a bit more. Well... at least, despite the strange bodily changes, she still had her flexibility. Thank Kobe... She'd known it was coming. She'd been told about it, she'd seen how it affected her sister and her friend, but somehow she was still hoping to somehow be immune. Yet here it was... At first she'd considered it an illness--the upset stomach, the strange pains in her lower belly... But then there was the physical evidence. Scarlet. Obvious. She didn't want to tell anyone, especially not her mum. It was just too embarrassing. At least she knew where to find the right... stuff. She'd concealed the evidence, dumping her soiled clothing in the garbage. Her mum was worried about her. The way Bella had immediately locked herself in the bedroom after unwrapping presents with the family. It was unlike her. Hours later, there came a knock on the door. Rosa eased herself in while Bella buried her face beneath her pillow. "Bella," said Rosa, gently placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "There's no need to be ashamed." Bella uncovered her face, looking at her mother in awe. How did she know? Rosa gently stroked Bella's hair and smiled sweetly at her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Bella shook her head, rolling her eyes to conceal the desire to cry. "Just tell me how to deal with it," she said. What she hadn't considered was the 'talk' she'd receive. She sighed and rolled her eyes about a dozen more times. Then, when Rosa finally left, she picked up the phone to contact her BFF. Not for comfort... no. Now she needed to rant. She was changing and she didn't like it. It was the worst Christmas present ever. Comments #1. aaaahwwww no :( poor Bella! wanna come over to spend time together?
Isabella van Loon-Jones #2. Are you in London? I wanna go back there :( Isabella Dwyer #3. I'm in Brussels, wanna come over here? Isabella van Loon-Jones #4. Hm I'd have to ask permission... :/ Isabella Dwyer #5. Well, I wanna be there for you :( Isabella van Loon-Jones "Bella," her brother called. "Wakey wakey!"
Giving a disgruntled grunt, Bella grabbed her pillow and covered her face. There was too much sunlight already streaming through the window. She wasn't ready to wake up just yet. "Bella, don't make me come in and tickle you." "Don't you dare!" she replied, throwing the pillow off her face. She sat up abruptly, folding her arms and pouting. She certainly was not a morning person. "I'm coming, I'm coming," she drawled, climbing out of bed at last. She walked past the mirror and grinned at her morning hair, unruly and all over the place. Opening the door, she glared at Rico. "What?" He grinned and reached out to ruffle her hair, making her swat his hands away. "I made you some breakfast," he said with a sweet smile. Bella rolled her eyes. "That's why you woke me up?" "Yup, come on," said Rico, grabbing her wrist. "Heeey!" Bella shrieked. She pulled her hand away. "Lemme at least get dressed first." She poked her tongue out at him and slammed the door in his face. As she walked away from the door, she wondered if that would hurt his feelings. He was annoyingly affectionate--all the hugs and attention--but he loved her. He was a good big brother and, even though she mostly teased him, she was being ungrateful. She opened the door and noticed him already walking away. "Rico," she called to him. He turned and looked at her. "Yeah?" Smiling, Bella leaned against the doorframe. "Thank you for making breakfast," she gently told him. Rico laughed fondly at her. "Love you too, Bella," he said. |
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