From the Caribbean to the British Isles

Isabela lived in a town of sandy, blue watered beaches. After graduating High School, she's accepted to Cambridge University under the ideas of becoming a world known journalist. Upon arriving to the U.K. she realizes she knows nothing about the country she is in now. But in an unsightly miracle she get help from a mysterious figure. Let's see what Isabela from Isabela will find in her adventures in the U.K.




*somethings might be written in Spanish concerning my roots.*

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2. Introducing me...

 Well, I should probably explain how Alex looks. He's tall, like really really tall. We're talking of 6 feet 5 inches. With olive tones skin and black, well not black black, curls. Like the ones in Harry Styles hair. Only thicker. What definitely amazed me were his eyes. In a moment they look kind of blue, then green, and then kind of Champagne. It's so fucking freaky.

  We look alike. I'm pretty tall for my family, 5 feet 5 1/2 inches. Tallest of my sisters. You've probably seen me. I did some modeling when I was in High School. Well, let me point out I was well known in Puerto Rico. Even if people didn't know my name.

  Ok. Alex introduced to one lone place. Nando's. Don't get me wrong, I've seen it before on my trips to D.C., I just never had some before. And once you do Nando's, you never go back. It was like my favorite local shop back home. All they did were sandwiches, but man, it had a total home feeling to them. That's the same feeling I got with Nando's.

  I guess Alex did ok. But, he had to take me to my dorm. I couldn't stay at the Kavanagh's. I'd like to say I got a warm welcome in the dorm. But, hey I'd be lying. I saw the looks they gave me. And if they could kill I'd be six feet under. Well six feet five inches.

  I registered and let Alex help me with my stuff. Bad idea. Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap,Crap,Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap,Crap, CRAP! I tripped on the stairs! FUCKING STAIRS!

  After a few hours I finished getting my stuff around my room. Alex left and told me he'd see me in the morning. Great, just what I needed. Alex. Don't get me wrong, he's really cute. I mean handsome, and sexy. He could make any girl fall on his feet. But, he wasn't really in to impressing. He ain't gay either. He's just centered in making something with his life.

 I took a shower, dressed in my pjs, and looked in the mirror. I still don't get what that modeling agency saw. Julian was right, there was nothing pretty in my dark brown long hair, the brown eyes and rosy cheeks. I was way too pale. And too curvy for a model. I was just common.

 

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Hey, it's  the author. You must be wondering when One Direction comes in. Well, soon. I just want to introduce Alex and Isabella a bit. Yes, I'm from Puerto Rico. And Isabella is a common name, I live in the city of Isabela. I'd like to point out that certain things that will happen aren't real. They're fiction. If after you read my stories you want to visit Puerto Rico, you'll like it. Though, I must point out it rains alot. Of 365 days a year a few 225 it might rain.

  Isabela is in the North West. Pretty beaches that are good for surfing.

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