This is not a love story

This is not a love story. It’s maybe a story about love, but it is definitly not a love story. This is a history about a boy wih dark brown hair and eyes with the colour the ocean, eyes who could see trough everything, damn, that boy has the prettiest eyes I have ever seen.This boy took the pieces of my broken heart and made it whole again. This is a story about tears and smiles, about the best and the worst. This isn’t even a happy-ever-after-story, this is MY story.


4. My family

The airplane has just arrived in the airport of London. It's weird but I'm not even a bit nervous, not for my new home, not for the people that I'm expect to call ''family''. I already know that it will never be like mom, dad and Lily. I'm walking in the lobby of the airport, when I suddenly hear: ''Isabell Stevens, it's been a long time, you look just like your mom.'' I turn around and see a man with blond hair and some wrinkles around his brown eyes, it's Joel, the brother of my mother.  I don't like it that he reminds me of the likeness with my mother, because he's right. I do just look like her. I have the same long blond hair that curls a bit, the same slender shape and just the same small nose.  He lookes like her too, he has the same smile and exactly the same type of eyes. It makes me missing her even more. I can already imagine how she would stand here, with my dad's arm around her waist. 

But I wake up out of my daydream when he gives me a big hug, everyone has been doing that lately. ''I'm so, so sorry for your lost. I know that we haven't been close the last couple of years, but you are more than welcome at my home.'' I look over his sholder and I see Charlie standing there really uncomfortable, he doesn't know how to behave. I understand it perfectly because I have exact the same probleme. I liberate myself out of the arms of my uncle. ''Thank you for letting me live with you, I reallly appriciate that, uncle Joel'' is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. ''Please ,don't call me uncle, that makes me feel so old, you can call me Joel, little princes.'' It's been a long time since I have heard that nickname, I know he's not mom or dad, he will never be, but I know there are worse people to live with, he makes my even smile a bit, the first small smile since the accident.

Then Charlie comes closer, he is standing there a few moments, like he is doubting. But then he takes me in his arms. ''How are you doing, Izz'' He is really cute with his reddish hair that stands to everywhere. He is only one year older than me but he actes like my big brother. I actually enjoy his hug, it makes me feel safe, without all the self-pity that most people cause.

'' I don't want to interrupt you guys, but my parking ticket is almost invalid so I propose we go home and let Isabell process her jet lag, you still have this evening to prepare everything for school. And I will make dinner today, is that good for you?', Joel asked. So we went home, we ate and I went to bed very early,with the jet lag as exuse. They have been really kind and I know that they want to make me feel home, but I have never missed my parents and Lily more than right now. Tears flow over my cheeks. I can already imagine what  Lily would say: '' Izzie, tears are a waist of energy, please stop acting like a spoiled child and do something with your life'' She couldn't handle self-pity. Despite my tears, I start smiling with the thought. Then I realise tomorrow is the first day of school, I know Charlie will be there to, but still, the tought makes me a bit nervous. 


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