A hard rapping hit the wooden door of Isabella's room. [b]"Isaaa"[/b] her mother called through the locked door, the sound of the woman's ring hitting hard rumbled through the apartment. [b]"Isabella, you're going to be late."[/b] Isa groaned from the other end. She was face planted in her pillow. Her bare, slender leg peeked from out the covers, as a sign of ignition. [i]"I am never late."[/i] she moaned, starting to lift herself up and slide out of the bed, her feet hitting the hard wood softly.

Unlocking the door, Isa was met face to face with her mother. [i]"Morning'"[/i] she chirped, coming out of the room with nothing but a tee shirt and panties on. [b]"Isabella!"[/b] her mother gasped, her daughter's attire not appropriate for the eyes of her newest step-father. It didn't phase her. Getting into the bathroom she did her normal routine of the usual sanitation check list and some of the more cosmetic things; such as hair and makeup. She didn't over do it, but red lipstick was an essential for survival.

Getting dressed after her shower, she adorned herself with a baseball style red lightweight cotton tee, a pair of black pegged jeans, booties, and a red bandanna wrapped around her mass of light brown hair. If you couldn't tell, she really loves the color red. 

[b]"You really should eat breakfast."[/b] her stepfather said as she picked up her coat and backpack. [i]"I'm fine."[/i] Isa commented, not getting to invested in the conversation. She had a long walk ahead of her after all.  She turned the knob to leave the apartment, but stopped mid opening- suddenly remember she was missing something. Her favorite necklace, an apple core. Slipping it on over her head, she made her dash right back out the door, down the stairs, and out onto the street- heading to Brewster for her first day back. She had been attending only for a year now, but that pretty long as far as high schools went for Isa.

Arriving not too long later, she went on the quest to find her locker this year. The information had been sent out in the mail a few days ago, listing her schedule, locker room, homeroom teacher, and information about her enrollment there. Finding her locker in the midst of the juniors, she gave a shot at trying to opening it the first time- infamously the hardest time.