isabela was a regular teenage girl who lived in London, but she didn't think that was going to be hard. She hates her life. Her dad died about 3 years ago and she is now living with her mom who doesn't pay much attention to her. But she doesn't know that all of that is going to be changed by a little mistake. The next day she will find 5 boys that she never liked, in her room. Will she be able to get out or will never be able to see the sun again?


1. ughh


" Bell, get your little ass out of bed!!!"

I woke up with my mom screaming at me like always. It has been this way ever seen dad died, i really do miss him. He was the only person who loved me, well my bestie Chayse does too. I finally decide that i have to go to hell, meaning school, so get out of bed to my bathroom. I scare myself when i look at what is in the mirror. My long brown hair is always in a mess, being as wavy as it is so i take my time brushing it. 

        I finish and go into my closet. Umm what am i going to wear today? i look around shuffling though shirt after shirt. Then something caches my eye. It was a Rolling Stones t-shirt, it has the lips, title, and everything else. The background was black so it has that cool rock style. I love the rolling stones, me and my dad used to listen to them all the time in the car. oh how i miss those days...

"BELL!!! any time now" 

"Hold on mom!" 

Ughh, i hate my mom sometimes. I mean i love her, but it just seems that she doesn't back. so back to clothes. I choose red skinny jeans to match the lips on the shirt. I grab my Sperrys too. When i'm done putting them on i look in the mirror at myself. I started from the bottom to the top. I have long good looking legs, well that's what my dad told me when we used to play soccer together, My stomach is hard with out lines,  from dancing and soccer. Then last i got to me face. People have told me that i was pretty and gorgeous, but i just don't see it. All i do see is my mom features in me, and i bet you know i feel about that.

"How long does it take you to get ready ?"

That's the good morning i get everyday. I just roll my eyes at her then head out the door. The car ride is silent like usually. I get to school and watch my mom speed off. I head to my locker when someone comes behind me and tickles me. I let out a little scream.

"Got you, again." 

" Chayse, you do this to me every day. how do i stop screaming?''

We both laugh at this. I love the moments like this, it makes my day. After my dad died, I went to Chayse. She gets me through anything, and she knew that this one was going to be hard. 

" Alright miss scaredie cat, lets go met the devil."

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