isabella and her three best girl friends have always been close with the nj boys but now that they are older and almost coming to the end of their high school career will the nj boys and the girls finally tell each other how they feel ?
I woke up to a mix of my alarm and my mom yelling at my older brother, Mar, downstairs telling him that she needed to get to the airport otherwise she would miss her flight. I got up and stretched while making my way to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower. After ten minutes i got out and chose my outfit for the day which was:
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I wanted something which screamed cute but comfortable. I paired the outfit with my grey and white jordan 1's :
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I rushed downstairs to greet my mom as she was leaving for Bali today for a month for work and gave her a big hug before she ran out the door while screaming that she loved me and that she will be back soon. I laughed to myself and walked slowly back up the stairs to finish getting ready for school. Let me just catch you guys up.
Hi, I'm Isabella (Bella or Izzy for short), I'm 17, I'm half-Italian and half-Mexican , I live with my older brother, Mar, who is 19 and my mom. My mom has a job which requires her to leave every second month, except for the holidays, sometimes. However she always makes it in time for our birthdays and Christmas, that's our favorite holiday. My dad died when I was 8 and we all miss him so much, especially me. I know how cliche this sounds but i was my father's girl. We were inseparable, we would go almost everywhere and anywhere with each other at any given time. That is until he got sick. My dad was diagnosed with a brain tumor on my 7th birthday. He had fainted at my party and was immediately rushed to hospital. I tried my best to be by his side throughout all the treatments and I was there just before he died. Somehow I was the only person he vaguely remembered. When he passed, I cried myself to sleep for six months straight and I barely ate. I started to lose myself at such a young age because of the passing of my favorite person in the world. I picked myself up after realizing that my father would have never wanted to see me so weak and fragile. I made myself better and started to become myself again. After my father's death, I became this independent girl because I made a promise to my dad that I would make him proud and till this day I am, I hope, still making him proud. My girl best friends are:
Ashley (ash for short, 17) :
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