JASINIA'S STORY WHICH YOU MUST READ AND WILL HAVE A NAME LATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Shape shifter” he said “ I didn’t even know that was a power.” Chase was once again on the phone with one of his friends. They were talking about Dungeons and Dragons, Pokemon, and other games that are also television shows. I thought that all those games were stupid and so did all of my friends. Although chase was a year older, he was one of the geekiest people I knew. Not that I was very popular myself, but it still would have been nice to have a brother that wasn’t always getting bullied at school.

“Chase, hurry up I need the phone.” chase ignored me. I was a very impatient person and when I got impatient, I would pace back and forth, as if I were trying to make a hole in the floor.

“Will you stop pacing please you’re making me……anxious.”

“Good, maybe it will encourage you to get off the phone,” I said as I paced faster and faster. I looked at my brother and realized that maybe if he got contacts, dyed his hair blonde, let it grow out a little, stopped hanging out with his friends, was a lot less geeky, and of course had a better wardrobe, then he would have been an okay looking guy. While I was thinking about giving my brother a full blown make over, I hadn’t realized that I had stopped pacing and was now staring at chase.

“Dude, I gotta go, my sister is being weird again,” Chase said as he hung up the phone. “Here, twit, are you happy now,” he said giving me the phone.

“Ecstatic.” I plopped my self on the couch with my guest list in hand. My birthday was in two weeks and because of my brother, I was now behind schedule.

One by one I called all twenty names on the list, and one by one I told everyone of them how important my sixteenth birthday was going to be. I couldn’t wait, I was going to be an official teenager. But for once I agreed with my mother. It seemed like just yesterday I was only five years old…..but I shook the thought out of my head and kept on planning to make sure every thing was in order for my party. I couldn’t help it, I had always been a planner. Just like my mother.

Of course how could I know if I had had any of my dads personality traits. He had left me when I was little. My seventh birthday to be exact. I could still remember that day. It had been the first day in so long that we had spent almost any time together. He took me to Ryan’s Family Amusement Park. I can still remember laughing and winning games and bowling. I loved to bowl, but only with my father. He was the only person that could make me forget that I was wearing shoes that hundreds of other people had worn. I can still remember the exact order in which we did everything. First we went on the spider stomp. Second we played whack-o-mole. Third we played one shot. Fourth we played skeet ball. Fifth we played pinball. Sixth we played wacky water guns. And last ,but not least, we bowled. I never wanted that day to end. The best part was that, the floors had been newly polished so they were glossy and shinny.

Unfortunately, like they say, all good things must come to an end. And sadly it did. Although, when it was over I wasn’t that sad because I knew, I thought, that the next birthday would be just as fun. Ever since that day, I have yet to see my father. Ever since that day, I have been hoping to see my father. But at the same time, I hate him.

“Isabella?”

At first I hadn’t realized that some one was calling my name. I hadn’t even realized who was calling my name. I was so wrapped up in my own hurtful memories, that I didn’t even recognized the voice.

“Isabella,” the voice whispered. This time there was no question in its child-like voice. I still couldn’t identify whose voice it was, but who ever it was sounded closer. I got up off the couch to investigate. I crept slowly through the desolate house. I checked both upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. Nothing. I checked, my bedroom, my parents bedroom, and the kitchen. Still nothing. I suddenly realized that as I was looking all through the house, I hadn’t heard the voice since I was in the living room. As I crept once more back to where I started, I realized my breathing was uneven. I stopped and composed my self. I finally reached the living room and there was nothing there. At least nothing I could see.

“Isabella.” My eyes widened and my head twisted towards the door. It didn’t sound like it was coming from outside, but it was the one place left that I hadn’t checked. Breathlessly, I quietly moved towards the door. My shaking hand reached towards the doorknob and grasped it as firmly as my anxious mind could manage. I slowly but steadily turned the doorknob. I slowly pulled it back as I feared what could be behind it. Instead of opening it all the way, I left it ajar and poked my head around the corner. Nothing. If there is no one here than who was calling my name?

“Isabella?” The voice was familiar but startling. I must have jumped higher than I thought because I heard a low chuckle behind me.

I turned around to see my annoying brother leaning against the banister. He was in sweats, his hair wet. He must have just taken a shower.

“Isabella, what the hell are you doing?” He said this with a laugh to his voice.

“I heard someone call my name, about three times. I was looking around the house and when I finally got back to the living room, I heard the voice again and I assumed it was from outside, but, when I looked, there was no one out there.”

Chase stiffened. His face flushed.

“What Chase, what’s the matter?” My voice sounded frantic.

“Isabella I have a very serious question to ask you and you have to promise to take me seriously.”

“Ok,” I said.

“Was the voice male or female?”

At first I was hesitant. Why would chase ask me that? What was wrong with him? He must not be himself today. On any other day if I had told him I was hearing voices he would have laughed at me and told me I was losing it. But the way he acted now made me wonder if he really would have laughed in my face any other day.
As I tried to remember the child-like voice, I found it very difficult. I didn’t know why I couldn’t remember, but the voice was like wind, here one minute and gone the next. I searched my head and finally found the voice.


“Male,” I said, finally making a decision.

Once again he stiffened.

“Isabella I need you to answer one more question.”

“Ok,” I said

He relaxed.

“What exactly would you say the voice sounded like?”

That question was easy. I remember exactly what I thought when the voice had first called out my name. A question to the way he said my name.

“It sounded child-like, he sounded like he was asking a question when he said my name.”

Just as he had before, Chase stiffened up at my answer.

“What Chase, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what’s the matter?” I said. My voice was hoarse, as if I were about to lose it or start crying.

Chase didn’t answer.

“Chase, it was just a voice. It could have happened to any one, It could have been any voice,” I said, as my hands flew up. My voice was back.

“Isabella, it wasn’t…..” he trailed off, then continued. “It wasn’t just any voice Is.”

The childish nickname caught me off guard. Chase hadn’t called me Is since I was about eight years old. But a quick smile crossed my face. It was as if we never grew up.

“Why couldn’t it have been any voice?” I screamed angrily at him.

“Because Is, it was your father.”

The way he said your father, made me stiffen at his answer. Now it was my turn to turn white.

((Okay, I know this is weird but I am putting my story here so I remember to update every once and a while.))