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[Isabella Claire Bashful]

And you singing the song
ø ø ø ø
thinking this is the life

It wasn’t like she really had a certain place to go once she crossed the river. It was more that she just wanted to have something to do for the rest of the day. And riding the ferry over the river had a calming effect on her. It made all her depressing thoughts, her worries, just everything that was going through her mind at that moment. The wind blew through her loose hanging hair, blowing it front of her quite beautiful face. She never thought of herself as beautiful, mostly because she knew that character counted more than good looks. And she knew she had an ugly personality. Which was, also, not true, but Isabella refused to see it any other way. She let out a soft sigh as she leaned her arms over the railing and watched the river water jumping up against the side of the ferry. Quite often as she stood on the ferry she had thought about just jumping off, free the world of herself, just be done with it. However it seemed like quitting to her, and if there was one thing that she wasn’t. It was a quitter.

Still the thought stayed in the back of her mind, sometimes her thoughts even took her as far as actually stepping up onto the railing staring down at the water and wondering what would happen. Secretly she prayed for a Titanic moment to happen, and some handsome guy would come along and tell her not to jump. However, that never happened. And Isabella was pretty sure it never would, good things happened to good people. Good things didn’t happen to people that torture other with their minds. Her fingers tapped onto the railing, itching the play her piano again. That was a downpart about going outside for a day, she couldn't bring her piano with her.

[Bradley Walsh]

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days

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``Bradley Walsh

Bradley had one ear phone in one ear, the other dangled on his cream flowy t-shirt that blew in the gentle wind that blew in from the lobby's window. He grabbed the cold silver poles and swung himself to another pole lightly as he mouthed the words to his favorite song; Ms. Officer by: Lil Wayne & Bobby Valentino. The ground he stepped on was woodened, he was staring at the different shapes and colors each board presented. Then something caught his eye, a lady. She was parched on a rail, looked like she was thinking while watching the simple waves crashing softly to the side of the boat. "Whose that? What's she doing... I think I know her, maybe I can get a glimpse of her face" He said to himself. Walking over to the door, that would exit to the side of the ferry, he kept a close eye on her. Seeing if she would turn so maybe he could tell who it was. But she remained where she was.

His white arms rested on the railing, but he was distant from her, he didn't want to freak her out - or something like that. He grew eager and more eager for her face, "Telepathy? Maybe make a noise in her mind that would make her look around." He told himself. It sounded like a good idea, but maybe he would pick up something he didn't want to hear, is that invasion of privacy? He thought not. As concentrated, he thought of a sound of a car honking, as he gave a hard look at her.

"Did she hear it?"[/center]

[Isabella Claire Bashful]

And you singing the song
ø ø ø ø
thinking this is the life

She closed her eyes and threw her head up a bit into the wind, trying to focus everything onto the sounds of the river and the ferry, just everything but her own thoughts. Isabella opened her eyes slowly again, the sun was low in the sky, making it a bit colder. She liked the sunset, she felt more comfortable in the night, when everything was quiet and calm. She could just walk out onto the street and there would hardly be anyone around. No one gawking at her, no one disturbing her in her thoughts. She often wished that the night would never end, but every time the sun came up again, waking the people around and showing Isabella in its full light. She sighed softly, running her thin pale hands through her soft brown strands of hair. The wind blew it from her face again. Closing her eyes slowly to enjoy the soft touch of the wind on her near perfect porcelain skin.

Her dark brown eyes opened again when she heard movement around her, she turned around and saw a guy watching her. She rolled her eyes and sighed annoyed. She hated it when people stared at her, like she was some kind of freak, she wanted to turn back but then suddenly realised that she knew this boy. She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Can I help you with something?” she asked in her British accent. “Bradley” she added his name to her sentence, showing that she knew him. They had met before, around school. He was so the opposite of her that she never took the time to find anything else to his personality.

[Bradley Walsh]

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days

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``Bradley Walsh

"Damn", obviously it didn't work knowing that she just looked at him, and said his name. She gave no sign of confusion on her face. But at least he got to see the pretty face. He replied with a bright smile, when she did say his name. Oh how he loved it, he just could never get old of someone saying his name. Only if it's good, now if it's about a rumor or something, eh, he didn't like it. He only wanted to be noticed for all the good things he's done, or doing. Bradley's arms lifted off the silver railing, the shirt gave a choking sensation around his neck, fixing it by pulling his shirt out. He began walking over to her "Nah, I just saw you and figured I'd say hi, Isabella." He said making a big exaggeration on her name.

When he came to stop that he felt like it was the right amount of distance for a conversation he shoved his hands in his pockets. He really didn't feel like shaking hands with her, to him it was so... weird. Mainly just cause they've already spoken to each other around the school. But something was different, she didn't look so uptight, and awkward. So he gave her a toothy smile showing he was in a good mood and he was happy he saw her.
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[Isabella Claire Bashful]

And you singing the song
ø ø ø ø
thinking this is the life

He smiled at her, obviously enjoying that fact that she had recognized him. Isabella rolled her eyes slightly; she thought that she had made it clear to everyone in the school by now that she wasn’t one you wanted to spend time with. She pursed her lips and leaned back against the railing, placing her feet back a bit. Her shirt trailed up her back slightly because of the movement, showing the curve of her back. She sighed softly when she noticed him walking over to her, was he really going to try and talk to her? Didn’t he know that she wasn’t one that enjoyed a random casual conversation? She turned her head towards him as she heard him speaking, thankful that his voice didn’t give her the same sensation that another voice had been able to give her. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she looked up at him as she stood leaned down, her arms resting on the railing. Isabella rolled her eyes when he made a big exaggeration on her name. Was he trying to amuse her or something?

She stood straight up again, her body facing his as she looked up at him. She pursed her lips again and looked him straight in his eyes as she did with everyone. “Hi” she said bluntly. There, now they had said hello, maybe now he could leave her alone again. Somewhere a small part of her longed for some kind of human contact, just a casual conversation, but because of her power she couldn’t allow herself to get close to anyone. It was much easier for her to get into someone’s mind if she knew them better. And she couldn't let that happen, not again.

[Bradley Walsh]

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days

[/i]

``Bradley Walsh

Maybe this was her way of being nice, or funny. But when Bradley's hands came out of hiding, they were neatly crossed over his chest. His pecs were squeezing together, and the shirt on his back stretched. You could read his mood all over his face and body language, he was kind of mad, yet confused. He wasn't really used to this type of reaction. Usually everyone he talked to was giddy or gazing over him, but she wasn't. The air turned cold, as it soon would the conversation. He no longer wanted to talk to her anymore. But something was saying to him she needs help. Does she? Well he's not sure. Bradley turned out towards the river, placing his elbows on the cold rail. His facewas scrunched up, the wrinkles bared themselves on his forehead, you could easily tell he was thinking.

What exactly was running through his mind was how he could get this girl to talk, talk politely and not sound so greedy. Sounded like she was trying to hard to be a bitch, guess that's why he wanted to talk to her so much. What really was running through her mind. But telepathy is wrong, its an invasion of privacy he assured himself.Bradley stared long and hard out into the river, he could see from afar. Then the words slipped, "I have a question? Are you up for it..." Those weren't words that usually would come out of his mouth. Especially when the tone was set pissy, and had a tude. But he felt guilty, cause maybe afterall it wasn't her fault she's like this. So he turned to face away from the icy water to her warm face. He just gave her a smile.

A smile that said, I'm sorry. [/center]

[Isabella Claire Bashful]

And you singing the song
ø ø ø ø
thinking this is the life

He was still there, standing close to her, his arms crossed over his chest. Isabella stared up at him; she wasn’t one of the tallest girls, which made it so that she had to look up at a lot of the guys. However she had this certain way about her that made her seem taller, that made all the other girls around her feel small. Or at least that was what she had been told. When he turned away from her, she didn’t follow his movements. She stayed where she was, one hand leaning against the railing, her body still facing him, her dark eyes watching him carefully. He had this certain handsomeness about him, there was no denying that, still he had never really fascinated Isabella. He seemed annoyed somehow, maybe because of her cold exterior and her blunt reply to him. She tilted her head slightly and pursed her lips as she kept her gaze on him. Body language fascinated her, and Bradley was giving her a lot to work with. His face stood thoughtful, she could guess what was going on in his mind, probably thinking about ways to get Isabella to talk. Many had tried, even more had failed.

His tone of voice surprised her, what he said confused her. “A question?” she repeated in her British accent. He looked back at her and Isabella kept her dark brown eyes on his, it was what she always did. Looking people in the eyes to the point where they uncomfortable. She had to admit that the question part was intriguing. And maybe if she just answered what ever he wanted to know, he would be satisfied and leave her alone. She sighed softly, throwing her hair back over her shoulder and locked gazes with him again. “Try me” she said when he asked if she was up for it, still wondering what it was that he could possible want to know from her.

[Bradley Walsh]

Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days

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``Bradley Walsh

He watched her chocolate hair fly behind her shoulder. What was that about? He thought. Her body language was hard to follow. Everything she did, was either rude, or depressing. Was she just another lost cause? Bradley didn't think so. He thinks she just needs a friend, someone to talk to. But everytime he tried being her friend, all she did was push him away. This was a true teenager. He had never really met anyone so... awkward. Refocusing on her eyes, her eyes were giving a 'who can blink first' challenge. What was wrong with her? Now he was beginning to think Isabella was trying to hold a rep. for asshole, or biggest bitch. Maybe something in her past, nope it had to be her past. Pubirty really doesn't affect you like this.

His eyes traced back to where the piece of land once was. Night had been taking over, and now all the lights on the ferry had taken over. Cold words came slowly out of his mouth "Why are you being a bitch?" more continued... "Why are you so rude, impolite, what exactly have I done to deserve this from you?"He questioned. He let out a loud breath of air. This time he wasn't going to apologize in anyway. This was something he felt was needed to be said and heard.

This was his turn...

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[Isabella Claire Bashful]

And you singing the song
ø ø ø ø
thinking this is the life

She watched him carefully as he seemed to be thinking; she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in that head of his. Though she hardly cared; she had learned early on in life to stop thinking about what other thought. When she started to think about what was going on in people’s minds, she would have to start caring, if she started caring she would get too close. And she couldn’t let that happen. She was completely disgusted with herself and she didn’t want anyone to see her for who she really was, because she was afraid of what people might think when they got into her sick and twisted mind. A mind that was haunted by flashes of her past, nightmares about her sister and what she had done to her. It wasn’t a mind that you would want to get into. Isabella never wanted to be in her own mind, and she wanted to save everyone the trouble of trying to get to know her; it wouldn’t work anyway. She didn’t deserve friends around her; she would only hurt them the minute she lost control of herself. She grimaced slightly when her sister torn face flashed before her eyes again, as it had so many times. However she quickly recovered and brought her face to its usual perfection.

The night was falling over the river, and Isabella was grateful for it, she could hide into the night and not think about everyone around her until the sun came up again. She would often just sit on a random bench somewhere, watching the stars and the moon, growing sad as the night was taken away from her again. She hardly ever slept anymore; her dreams haunted with memories and she couldn’t bear reliving them again. So, she stayed awake, wondering the streets alone. That was how she should be, alone.
His question came as quite a surprise to her; no one had ever asked her that to her face, no one had ever dared to really come up to her and ask her what her problem was.

The way she saw it she had two options. On one hand she could completely show herself for what she really was. Let down her guard and just tell him everything that was going on in her mind, tell him about her nightmares, about the way she was feeling every minute of everyday. She could tell him that she feared hurting everyone around her, tell him that she felt like she was worth nothing. That she had thought about throwing herself off that ferry more than once. But on the other hand she could just continue on from where she was going now, just keep her b!tch attitude and ignore his questions. “Why do you care about why I am the way I am?” she asked in her heavy British accent, turning back to the river, leaning over the railing. It would take a lot more than one question to get her out of her shell. Though she didn’t know what it would take to get her to open up; it had never happened before.