Blood Dream

This is a little narative I'm writing...I would like for you to read it and tell me if you like it. It's not yet finish.

The alarm clock started to sing it annoying song indicating that it was time to get up and start another day of hell. Unwilling Isabella threw her covers off of her and swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her feet touch the cold wooded floor and she shivered. She turns around and looks at her room. It was so plain. It was basically empty. There was a bed with white sheets and a blanket that was also white; there was a white dresser, and a white night stand. The last things in her room were desk with her laptop and her lap on top. The only three things in her room that was not white. She hated her room; it wasn’t her idea to have it all white it was her stepmother brilliant idea. Lisa was obsessed with the color white the whole house was white. So to make her stepmother angry, she wore all black. She hated that woman. She was the mean reason her father acts like he was 21 instead of 48. Isabella shook those unwanted thought out of her head. And start to get ready for school. She hops in the shower and threw on her black sweat pants, and t-shirt. She put her long dyed jet-black hair into a ponytail. She went into the kitchen and pop in a pop tart into her mouth. Then she sits down and starts to guzzle some orange juice. When she hears her teenage father and her Martha Streword stepmother coming down stairs, she started to calculate how fast she could get to front door before they got down stiars. To late, they came down stairs with there fake smiles.
“What up dude?” her father said to her. She shrugs; she hated it when her father talks like a teenager with her. She didn’t want a friend she wanted a father.

“Good morning sweetheart, how was your night?” Her stepmother said, and gives her a fake mother hug. She ignores the question and said “ I have to leave earlier for school.” She grabs her thing and was about to walk out the door when her stepmother objective to her leaving. “Sweetheart, it 6:30 in the morning, don’t you think it a little to earlier to go to school? And, don’t you want to change your outfit, put on something more colorful?” What Isabella wanted to do was smack that pretties little fake smile off her face. Instead she used words to hurt her. “First of all Lisa, don’t ever call me sweetheart. I’m going to school now and no I don’t want to change my outfit, hate all colors expect for black. I especially hate the color white.” That wipe her little smile off her face, Isabella thought. Her dad smiles turn in to a frown. “Don’t talk to your mom like that!” he orders. “She not my mother! My mom die when I was a baby!” Isabella shouted and ran out the house. I hop in my car and drive really fast until she couldn’t drive anymore and pull over to the side of the road and cry.

When, she gets to school it was 7:00 am. The school starts at 7:30, so she had an hour to kill. She pulls into the park in lot. She park as close as the school as possible. She turns off her car and grabs her bag she looks into the mirror and tries to fix her smug eyeliner. She closes the mirror and get out off the car. It was very chilly for an October day. She looks at her surrounding, and smile the only thing she like about her hometown was the nature. It seem like her little town was cover with trees.