Marianarchy

Chapter 2

Fashionista Game

“So, I was thinking about you going to middle school next month.” said Diego Game, Isabella’s father. “It seems that it was just yesterday when you were learning how to walk. And now look at you, all grown up, going to middle school in just one month!” her dad said, blowing his nose on the first napkin he could find.

“I remember when Joshua was going to middle school. That was when he was going through a phase where he never wanted to be near his parents because he thought they were embarrassing. Can you believe that?”

 “First of all, yes, I can believe that, mom. Second, ew dad, that was my napkin.” said Isabella. “And third, are you trying to make us all cry? Because it might be working.” she said. 

Isabella looked around the table. Her mother was weeping with her face buried into her hands, and Charlotte was wiping her eyes nonstop. Garry was out of his chair and trying to reach the ice-cream in the freezer, and Tom was banging his spoon on the little table connected to his high chair. 

Isabella was on the bridge of bursting into tears, so she went to her room. Dinner was not even close to done, but nobody seemed very hungry after dad’s sentimental statement. 

Isabella looked under the bottom bunk of the bunk bed that she and Charlotte both shared. “Aha!” she exclaimed. Out she pulled a black top hat. Isabella took it to her desk, which she liked to call her fashion studio. Remember how I said that Isabella was normal? She had two special talents that she was better at than anyone she knew. Basketball,(Obviously!) and fashion. 

Isabella was working on what she thought was one of the most easy accessories to make: hats. She fastened onto the top hat a black feather with white stripes on it. Then she poured glue all over the top of the hat, and sprinkled on purple glitter. Purple was her favorite color, and so was glitter, so she bought a $30 jar of purple glitter. “It’s jumbo sized.” Isabella would say whenever her parents told her that she had wasted her money on something so small. 

“Perfect!” she exclaimed, though no one could hear her. Just then Charlotte came into the room.

“Nice hat.” she muttered. Charlotte did not take off her shoes or change into her pajamas. She just climbed the ladder to the top bunk and went to sleep in ten seconds flat. 

Isabella yawned. “My hat will be ready in the morning for me to wear to the first day of school. That will be the perfect first impression!” she quietly whispered to herself. Isabella got in her favorite purple pjs, quickly and quietly tiptoed to her bed, and went to sleep.