She can make it such a game, that thing people call love. A game she doesn't intend on loosing.

Isabella. It's left many boy's lips. Maybe even a few girl's. She's been doubting herself for seventeen years. She has made her fair share of mistakes, but each one makes her stronger.

Her true friends know when the pretty little smile is fake. They call her on her lies, and hold her tight when she cries.

Isn't it ironic?
The girl who can get with anyone she pleases is in love with the one boy she can't have.

She falls asleep in the arms of her absolutely perfect boyfriend, their daughter sleeping soundlessly in the crib beside them. Honestly? These are the moments she lives for.

The first thing you'll notice is her hair. The way the fire colored curls frame her porcelain face. And if they're not what drew you in,it was probably her eyes. The inhuman electric green colour you just don't see. She really is a sight. If only looks could kill..

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