Louis Tomlinson is My Brother

Isabelle is sick of all the attention she is getting from her famous brother, Louis Tomlinson. She decides to move away from her home, and live somewhere else and completely change, hoping to leave her other life behind.


4. School

“This class, is Isabelle Tomlinson!” The principal introduced me to my new class.

“Actually, I prefer to be called Izzy Rogers,” I quickly explained to the twenty students in the classroom who looked bored out of their mind.

“Okay then, welcome to class Izzy, I’m going to be your teacher this year, my name is Miss. Patel.” A tall, skinny lady who wore a long dress introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you,” I scanned her up and down, from the flower printed dress to her overdone makeup, which gave the effect of a clown more than anything else. This was a small school, which could be good. It meant not running across a huge school every hour. Though, this mean sitting in one classroom for three hours a day, and another two and a half in another classroom.

“Izzy, why don’t you sit by Claudia over there?” Miss. Patel leaned down to my short height and pointed to a girl in the back of the classroom. She had her hair down and wore huge glasses, that were falling off of her nose. Freckles scattered her cheek. She had one desk beside her though, which was covered by her books. She quickly threw them on the floor though, when she heard the teacher.

“Thanks,” I smiled at the teacher and walked through the rows of staring students who had nothing better to do. Had they never seen a girl having purple hair with blue highlights? Had they never seen a girl wear a skirt to school with a tank top? I had.

“I’m Claudia,” Claudia stuck out her hand for me to shake as I carelessly threw my empty, brown bag on the back of the chair.

“I’m Izzy, Izzy Rogers.” I shook her hand quickly and sat down on the chair, which was falling apart. As the teacher started talking, I didn’t bother listen to her. Instead I looked around at the crowd of people. None of them looked to be better off, or rich. They all looked to be poor, and the school showed it.

“Why did you say your name was Rogers, not Tomlinson?” Claudia hissed at me, as we were told to open what seemed like math books. To me though, it was a book with ripped pages, scribbles and stains. The pages were wrinkled from being dropped in puddles, and the book reeked of who knows what.

“Because there was a mistake,” I lied and smiled at her.


It was lunch time, and all the girls were hanging out with the boys. It was strange to see a whole class hanging out together. Though, I had taken to sitting on a bench, looking at a soccer field and taking in my surroundings. It wasn’t like anyone missed me. I was hopelessly out of place, but I didn’t mind.

“Hey, Izzy, right?” I jumped at the voice of a girl. Looking up though, I saw a group of three girls.

“Hi, yeah, I’m Izzy, the new girl.” I shrugged and smiled. “Who are you?”

“I’m Bethany,” the one talking said. She had blue eyes and blond hair. “This is Paula, and here is Wendy.”

“Hi girls.” The girls each took a seat beside me, leaving one standing. I felt trapped.

“Tell us a bit about you,” Wendy said. She was sitting on my right. I looked at her lap, where there was a book. I scrunched my face when I saw the boys on the cover.

“You like One Direction?” I changed the subject, since I still hadn’t come up with a good story yet.

Wendy’s face lit up with excitement. “Yess! Do you? Whose your favorite?” She started to bombard with questions.

“Umm…” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t mind them.” Truth is I hated them. They had taken my brother away from me, and turned me into a freak at my other school.

“That’s great!” Paula excitedly said. “Did you know that one of the members live right here? In Doncaster?! It’s too good to be true, isn’t it?”

“Umm… yeah, that’s convenient,” I forced a smile.

“Sorry, if we’re overwhelming you,” Wendy quickly said.

“No, it’s fine.” I smiled. My cellphone started to vibrate. “I.. uh… I have to use the toilet.” I ran into the school building and into the bathrooms, and locked myself into a stall as I hurriedly took my phone out of my pocket. I looked at the caller ID: It was Eleanor Calder.

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