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Isabelle came home from her first month at Montsburg High to find her mother waiting for her. She knew what this meant and before her mother could even get the words out she spoke sternly saying, “No.”

“I’m sorry Isabelle, but we have no other choice.”


“I can’t change this. We leave next Sunday.”

“I’m not sure if you heard me but I said no. In case you didn’t catch the implication, I’m not going.” She spoke louder this time

“Isabelle,” Her mother started but she was interrupted.

“I’ll find somewhere else to live. I’m happy here, happier than I’ve been at other schools. I’m in love with Michael. He’s the sweetest boy who treats me like a lady should be treated. My teachers are amazing. My classes are challenging but not too hard and I just all around love it here. I’m not moving because you can’t say no to your company.” Isabelle was yelling by now. “Are you trying to make my life harder? ”

“Isabelle Marie, How dare you accuse me of not only trying to make your life harder but also that I can’t say no? We are moving and that’s final.” Isabelle rolled her eyes then ran to her room. Isabelle fell onto her bed and cried.

After a few minutes she heard her door open. “Go away, mom.” She said into her pillow.

The door shut but then her bed dip and Isabelle said, “Mom, I don’t want to hear it, go away.” She didn’t hear the door again but instead felt the bed dip once again and a strong pair of arms come around her.

“Your mom told me what was going on, Izzie.” Michael spoke softly.

“I don’t want to go. I love it here. I’ve never been happier in one place.” Isabelle said, turning her head so she spoke into his neck. “I’ll find a way to make it on my own.”

“You know she told me to come up here and break up with you. I asked her why she was trying to make it harder than it was. You know what she said?”

“No, what?”

“She asked me if I’d teamed up with you. She told me that she didn’t like being accused of making your life harder on purpose. She said that if I broke up with you then you would want to leave. I told her, I didn’t want you to leave so she suggested that I move with you guys.”
Isabelle lifted her head up and looked at him, “You know if I go to school here for two years, that’ll be the longest I’ve stayed in one place. I don’t want to leave Michael. I want to stay here with you and Kayla and Laura and Josh and even Alex. I’ll miss you the most if I leave and yeah I’d like to take you with me but I want to keep all of it. I don’t want to compromise. I’ve compromised by not arguing when we moved all the other times. I want it my way, just this once.” She said, nuzzling closer to him, seeking comfort.

“We’ll think of something Izzie.” Michael replied, holding her as close as he could, trying not to show his own fear of losing her.

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I saw a 30 Day Writing Challenge on tumblr that was probably intended for Fanfiction but I have decided to take this challenge myself. The title of these stories will be the prompt. While I did write this story yesterday, I did not get a chance to edit due to internet problems. I may not have a story everyday but I will be doing 30 stories. Without further ado, Beginning. 

Today was a beginning. It wasn’t her first beginning but it was going to be her last. She’d lasted only a year at each of her other schools before she had to move. It was the middle of Junior year and Isabelle was tired of moving. It’d been great as a kid but now it was a pain. As a kid, her credits always transferred, but now she’d often had to take classes that she’d missed or wouldn’t have taken yet. So she wasn’t always with students in her grade but instead younger students. However, occasionally Isabelle got to be with students a grade above her.

Isabelle stepped through the doors of her new school. She walked to the locker that was going to be hers for the year. She carefully twisted the dial to the numbers she was told worked. It opened on the first try. A relief for Isabelle, as it was always embarrassing when the lockers stuck or you were given the wrong combination. She saw that someone had already put the books she’d need for her classes in her locker and breathed a sigh of relief, another embarrassing moment avoided She looked at the schedule she’d received in the mail just days earlier and headed in what seemed like the logical direction of her class.

Isabelle looked at the signs above classroom doors and thought about what her friends at her old school were doing. Suddenly, she was on the floor, her books across the hallway, and a boy, with brown eyes that welcomed her like a cup of coffee, leaning over her. They stared at each other for just a quick second before he moved off of her to pick up his books and to allow her to do the same. After the pair stood up, the young man said, “I’ve never seen you around here before. I’m Michael.”

“Isabelle. I just moved here. Today’s my first day here.”

“Well, Ms. Isabelle, where are you headed?”

“English AP with Mr. Carter.”

“Hey, so am I! Are you a senior?”

“Junior, I took double English as a Sophomore.”

“What a coincidence, I’m a Junior as well. I tested out of English I as a freshman. If you don’t mind walking to my locker with me, I’ll go to class with you.”

“I’d like that a lot, Michael.”

“Well, then let’s get going Isabelle, we wouldn’t want to be late now would we?”

“No, we would not.” As she took it’s outstretched hand, she knew today was a day of beginnings that would not soon be forgotten.

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