Mornings were always her favorite part of the day. You awoke, refreshed and feeling like the day was going to be good. And today Isabella felt that way. She had awoken from a deep REM sleep, her blue colored eyes watching the sun as it poured through the clouds and into her window. She smiled faintly to herself feeling the warmth from her bed made her want to settle back into the plush blankets and pillows. She loved this comfy bed that her provided for her. She did well as a daughter, sure she didn't make must, as long she had arts in hand, she was home. 

Pulling herself from her bed's warm embrace the young woman stepped down onto the plush carpet. Her pale toes clutched at the nearly shag carpet. Isabella sighed, happy to be in such a great place, with today as bright as yesterday. Walking into the her own bath room she quickly undressed and turned on the shower. The warm water felt great on her bare skin. Her pale complexion and vibrant blue eyes made her an interesting person to say the least. Isabella was infamous at the school for her blue eyes and her wicked skills on the violin. Everyone knows her by her bright smile and he blue eyes. She seemed always to be the quiet beauty that no one had a shot with, so petite and small.

Pulling a towel around her thin pale frame, she wiped the fogged up mirror, seeing her eyes reflected in the smeared glass. Hopefully the rest of the school year she could move on, past her history and her fears, maybe find someone for herself, some one to make her feel whole, loved, and not so weak. Of course she was not physically weak, carrying a cello all year long does take strength but her mind and emotions were only held together by a thin sheet of glass... sometimes.

Clothed in St. Joseph Catholic School For Young Women's blue, white and grey, her uniform, the young princess left her small apartment like room in the right wing of the massive compound, waiting out front was the famous black SUV to escort her to school.

[u]In the Afternoon[/u]

Almost as soon as she had finished exchanging goodbyes with her classmates, and they had gotten back into their cars, leaving her alone. Today was Esmeralda turn to pick her up. Which meant no weird looking men tagging along or settling nearby. The two was planning to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Glancing around, Isabella watched as the kids and adults walked right by her, looking so confident in themselves. 

" Esme, where are you?" she whispered to herself, with her feet planted firmly on the ground before the school as gripped the strap of her black  backpack hard.