Why? (Leeroy love story)
The First Day
Isabella's POV
"Izzybear, wake up! It's your first day of school in America."
Uuugghhhh.... I hate that stupid nickname.
I glance at my clock.
6:30, earlier then any day i've been in America. Or 'Merica as these people call it.
"Why must I get up so early dad?" I throw back my duvet and sheet and place my bare feet on the cold stone flooring.
"It isn't too early. Most students get up at 5:30 here. Meet me down stairs in 30 minutes." He leaves my room and heads to, what I'm guessing is the kitchen. I quickly get up and slip into a pair of baggy jeans, a bra, a simple tank top and a baggy sweater. I rip a brush through my emo poofed hair and brush my teeth. I slip on a pair of runners and go down to eat some toast and make a french vanilla coffee. Tea disgusts me, since its a sterotype. Then I jog to school, only a mile down the road.
"Izzybear, wake up! It's your first day of school in America."
Uuugghhhh.... I hate that stupid nickname.
I glance at my clock.
6:30, earlier then any day i've been in America. Or 'Merica as these people call it.
"Why must I get up so early dad?" I throw back my duvet and sheet and place my bare feet on the cold stone flooring.
"It isn't too early. Most students get up at 5:30 here. Meet me down stairs in 30 minutes." He leaves my room and heads to, what I'm guessing is the kitchen. I quickly get up and slip into a pair of baggy jeans, a bra, a simple tank top and a baggy sweater. I rip a brush through my emo poofed hair and brush my teeth. I slip on a pair of runners and go down to eat some toast and make a french vanilla coffee. Tea disgusts me, since its a sterotype. Then I jog to school, only a mile down the road.
Ill be sure to keep it that way
10/22/13