Isabel's Diary:Part 1
We just moved from Montana to Oregon and mom is torturing us. She took away our cell phones and gave me, Molly, and Bella each a camera and a diary. The horror! Bella was writing in her diary the whole car ride. She took a couple pictures too. Mine all came out blurry. What in the world is an OMSI? My room is all pink. Whenever Molly comes in, she pinches her nose and mumbles, "Even Bella's room is better than yours." What an insult! She knows I'm not a silly tomboy. If I was, I wouldn't be able to wear dresses or earrings! In a week we start at High Start, a high school for very smart and advanced kids. Not that Molly is, anyway. Bella's starting at Blue Eagle, a private elementary school for very advanced kids. Ding! Ooh!
I got an e-mail from Annabeth (my BFF). She says she misses me already. I e-mailed her back, saying I missed her too, I would never find a friend like her here, and that I was lonely. I pressed send and then I heard a soft, crying noise. I ran toward the door, and... SMACK!!! -Isabel
I got an e-mail from Annabeth (my BFF). She says she misses me already. I e-mailed her back, saying I missed her too, I would never find a friend like her here, and that I was lonely. I pressed send and then I heard a soft, crying noise. I ran toward the door, and... SMACK!!! -Isabel
Isabel's Diary: Part 2
The hallway.
Ow! The door was closed? I opened the door and went into the long hallway. The noise was coming from Molly's room. I took off my great-grandma's lucky charm necklace and stepped inside to find Molly crying on her bed. Without a word, I slid the necklace around her neck and left just as she asked, "What is this?" Then I went to get Bella for lunch.
Isabel's Diary: Part 3
The doorbell rung and Bella came right out her door and crashing into me. I could feel that I had gotten a bruise. I hate bruises. Not even makeup can cover them. For sure I'm gonna get her now. I walked to my room and put on my red sparkly high heels, pink sleeveless glittery dress, and a red sparkly sweater with no buttons or zippers. I put on some light pink blush, red sparkly lipstick, and pinned my hair up in a bun. I walked down the hallway and stairs casually, like nothing was unusual. Today my family was probably was having a five-course meal at the French restaurant across town. What an excuse to get so dressed up! I walked downstairs to find Dad at the table, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Wha?.." I exclaimed in unusion, staring at the fast food burger he was eating. I sat down at the table and grabbed my burger when it hit me. There was no restaurant across town. We weren't in Montana anymore. I took big bites of my burger and I started to feel my lipstick coming off. I wiped the grease off my lips and started munching happily on the rest of my burger just as Molly came into the room, sat down, and started poking at her burger. Soon Bella ran in, and started eating her burger. Molly had started eating her burger, and a few seconds later dad was at her side, pushing against her stomach until a piece of fry came out of her mouth and onto my head. I stood up, wiped it off my hair with a napkin, and stormed up the stairs, crying, and into my bedroom. A few seconds later Molly burst in, bent down and laid the necklace down on the floor. After she left, I locked the door, picked up the necklace, and cried even harder. Now I have no one to trust. I wiped off my makeup and stared in the mirror at the miserable, crying face. I unpinned my hair and changed into jeans and an old dark blue t-shirt dress. I put on my brown school shoes, (Even though they were small.) and a black jacket. I looked on my laptop for bus tickets, and found a bus right around the corner leaving for Portland in 5 minutes.
Isabel's Diary: Part 4
I ran out of the house and around the corner without anyone noticing me but stopped in terror at the bus stop. The plan was to get away from Molly, not find her at the bus stop! I held my breath, then let it out. I walked toward Molly and lightly patted her shoulder. She spun around and said, "What do you want?" I replied, "I saw this picture place right across the street and to the left.It's free. Wanna go?" Molly shook her head no, but her feet didn't agree with her. We walked straight into the place and took our cameras out of our pockets. "Hey! take a picture of me here!" I said, running over to a bench in front of a school scene. "Great!" Molly said."Now take a picture of me over here!" She rushed over to what looked like being in front of a dark city. I laughed and took the picture.She didn't seem to fit in! I took a picture in front of a party wearing a sombrero and fake mustache. We took a lot of silly pictures before heading home. That was better than I thought it would be.