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Chapter 1


“Get the fuck off of my man before I chop your whore fingers off!” Isabel shrieked, practically running to the girl that had rubbed up against David. It was a constant struggle to have to fight whores off of her boyfriend every second of every day. Did they not grasp the thought of him having a girlfriend? Were their minds not large enough to remember? Her and David had been going out for three months! They didn’t even hide it from people! It’d be pretty hard not to remember or see that they were together.
“Uhm, excuse me sweety. He’s my man, not yours. So pipe down on the bitch-o-meter, calm your tits, and walk away. K?” The girl, Ashley, said her voice scraping the inside walls of poor Isabel’s head. Isabel’s eyes narrowed dangerously on the girl and stepped aside, enjoying as the people around them gasped. Ashley sized the small girl up; her small stature making it seem as if she was harmless. Everyone in Glenbrook High knew that wasn’t the case though.
Isabel had one hell of a reputation, and she wasn’t at all denying it. She knew she could get crazy, if given the opportunity, and knew the damage she could do. That damage wouldn’t be unleashed right now, however, because she didn’t want to fight. She was done fighting off chick after chick off of her boyfriend. She got that because he was the jock of every worthwhile sport at Glenbrook that made him prime meat, but still
 So, with her retreating action, she looked to David. Only to find his eyes dead set on Ashley’s tits! Yeah, I’m definitely done with this crap. She thought to herself as she shook her head.
“You want him? You can have him, I’m done with this bullshit.” She spat, her face scrunching up in disgust with herself that she let this go on for too long. David’s head snapped to look at her, his green eyes that used to put her body in turmoil widened in shock capturing hers.
“You’re breaking up with me?” Asked the big idiot with, something that closely resembled, shock. That didn’t fool Izzy though, she knew that was anger. She knew exactly why there was anger too, which was exactly why she smiled and answered him.
“Yes I am. You are a cheating, lying, berating nymphomaniac and I am so glad I never gave you my v-card. Thank you, David, for giving me an excuse to leave. I honestly do not know a way to repay you
 Oh wait! Ya I do, I’m gonna let you have this std infested slut-bag for your enjoyment. That and, here’s the good part, your dick isn’t going to get smashed by my foot. I do hope your happy with my gifts. If you excuse me though, I’ve got to head home. Have fun with him Ashley, you two deserve each other!” She smiled, wiggled her fingers at them both and moved through the crowd as they parted for her. That was how Isabel Mcreery handled things.
She hummed to herself as she walked down the short walk to her small home, glad that she’d had such a good day. She’d gotten two nineties in her worst subjects, and they served a meatball marinara for lunch! Overall it was just a fantastical day. Through the trees that surrounded her home, and most of Montana, she could faintly make out the outline and color of her soft raspberry home. It almost made her want to stop. Her home would be what most could consider and eye-sore. If you could picture all the luscious green of the evergreen trees, and booming brown of the bark
 then picture a gigantic bottle of pepto bismol in the middle of that. Not very appetizing to the eye. But it was her home, and it was something she’d grown to accept. Doesn’t mean she had to like it.
The sticks cracked under her feet as she walked, giving her something else to listen to other than her own humming and the wind. Nobody really came down this road at this time of the day, they all came down the other way. She could walk in the street, if she so desired, but she wasn’t naïve. Nor was she trying to get hit by a car. So she stayed on the side of the road, looking forward and occasionally to the side to admire a tree or two. As she neared her home she could hear the ruckus emanating from it and smiled. Her family was rowdy, and everyone knew it. In fact, much to Isabel’s amusement, she was the calmest of the family of nine.
There was the loud little sister at the age of nine, Zena. Then there was the obnoxious little brother at the age of eleven, Ferris. The arrogant little brother, who was ten, Cameron. The sister who everybody seemed to like at the age of 14, Amelia. The snobby princess ( a snob at 15, who would’ve guessed?) Sasha. Then there was the vain and conceited, Bella, who just happened to be Isabel’s twin. Weird, right?! Isabel seemed to be the only level headed one out of the whole bunch. But she wouldn’t dare admit or say those words to her family. Those words, in that order, would call for a major family meeting. Family meetings in the Mcreery household were anything but a family meeting. They were more of a way to let the person you hate the most in your family know that you hated them. Just the other night Ferris and Cameron duked it out because Ferris may have let it slip that Cameron couldn’t play checkers for crap. Which was true, absolutely and completely true, but you never tell Cameron he can’t do something. Never. Ever.
The door to her eyesore of a home exploded open and a half naked Zena ran out, a towel clutched on her chest, screaming like a maniac. Amelia ran out after her, a brush in one hand and a bottle of what looked to be conditioner.
“Just let me brush your stupid hair, Zena!!” Amelia screamed after her, chasing the small child around on the lawn.
“Never!!” She shrieked and ran back into the house, leaving Amelia there to huff and shake her head. Hoping to avoid being seen Isabel jumped into the forest, hiding behind a tree.
“I saw you already Izzy, you might as well come home now, while the demon child is hiding from me.” Amelia said loud enough for Isabel to hear. It didn’t surprise her that Amelia had seen her; she had eyes all over her freaking head! Sighing Izzy ran the short distance to her house and into the front door. Amelia walked in behind her and closed the door, screaming to Zena so that she could actually be heard over the noise. Ferris and Sasha were at it on the couch over a television remote because, apparently, Sasha had held the remote for too long and it was his turn. What kind of sense did that make? None. None at all.
Sighing she picked up a water spray bottle and sprayed the two, making Sasha stop fighting and cover her hair.
“Dude! My hair is a no fight zone, everyone knows that! Do you want me to kill you?!” Sasha growled as she stood on the couch. Isabel looked up at her baby sister and marveled on how similar they looked. They both had the brown hair that curled, or waved, whenever it wanted to. They both shared the deep blue eyes, the freckles, they had the same nose with the slight upturn to it at the end. To think that two people could look so similar but act so different. Isabel shrugged and sprayed her sister again with a burst of water, then ducked as Sasha lunged for her head.
“Gotta be a little faster than that Bumble.” Izzy knew that the name would just irk her sister off, but she didn’t care. Would teach her next time to not threaten. Threatening wasn’t nice. Isabel put the bottle down on the table behind the couch and ruffled Ferris’ hair as she walked to the staircase. As she walked up the stairs she could hear more noise from the room closest to her right, Cameron’s room. Peeking open the door she gazed in to see what her dear sweet brother was doing only to have to bite her lip from laughing. He was there, fixing his blond hair up with some gel that he, no doubt, borrowed from Bella. That wasn’t what made her laugh though, she’d seen him style his hair thousands of times. She’d actually witnessed him styling his hair while doing his homework. Strange, but it worked for him.
What made her laugh was that he was looking into his vanity mirror, yes his vanity mirror, and talking to himself. For a ten year old he had the ego that could only rival Kanye West’s.
“Hi Cammy!!” Izzy yelled, scaring the ever loving crap out of her brother.
“Jesus, Izzy, how long have you been there?” He whined, his little cheeks turning a bright red, as he turned to glare at her. His green eyes showing his embarrassment and anger.
“Long enough to know that you are ‘irresistible, and amazing’, really Cammy? Irresistible?” He growled and shot up from his chair and ran to her. She squeaked and closed the door. Cameron wasn’t a person you wanted to fight with. For a ten year old he hit hard, add that to his quickness made him lethal. She’d rather fight everyone in her family, the whole school, and a freaking shark than fight Cameron. He punched the wall and she snickered under her breath.
“Isabel , leave your brother alone!!” Her father yelled, seemingly coming from down stairs.
“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy.” She yelled back down and smiled. She loved her parents, they were her best friends. At times they felt like her only friend. They just seemed to get her, they got everyone of their kids. That’s what made them amazing. They were so opposite that they got each and everyone one of their children. With their mothers’ light brown curly hair, petite shape, blue eyes, and out there behavior she got most of the girls. Their dad, with his blond hair, green eyes, and somewhat calm demeanor, he got just about everybody else.
Izzy sighed and walked to her room, all the way at the end of the hall and opened the door just to scoff and upheave. Bella and her boyfriend had decided to hole up here again, probably without their parents knowing about it, seeing as the door was closed.
“Get out of my room, please, nymphomaniacs.” She said gently flopping down on her bed and putting her hands over her eyes.
“Uh, it’s my room too little sister, or have you forgotten that?” Bella said, throwing a mean glare to her sister, but not making a move to get out of the room.
“No, little sister, I did not forget. But you seem to have forgotten that I came out before you did, and what happened the last time you called me little sister. Wouldn’t want to scar up your face again, would we?” Her boyfriend sputtered, Timmy was his name, not that Izzy cared. She just wanted him out of her room.
“You told me you ran into a door!”
“A door that weighs 190 pounds, four foot eleven. Isabel Mcreery!!! And the crowd goes wild!!” Izzy said in an a deep voice, then put her hands around her mouth and made whisper screams. Timmy chuckled and Bella hit his arm, throwing him her meanest

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