Isabella always would remember that number to be engraved inside her mind. That number fifteen always would be printed into her soft skin with dark ink.
Being experiment fifteen she was always tested, livid growing up. And when she was ten she had escaped, been put into foster systems and put everything behind her with a new family and a new life.
Fast forward to turning eighteen her powers still in full force. Sometimes it took a toll on her being an empath, taking away people emotions and feeling them didn't make her a powerful telepathy. That is till she meets a certain boy working at the large mall ice cream shop.
Isabella Harvey-18
"Your a man of many words aren't you Steve?"
"I can stay the same about you Bella."
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Like A Prayer (Steve Harrington)
FanfictionJust like a prayer, your voice will take me there.