Her Last Encounter
Isabela laid in bed in the darkness. She wondered if this could be real. It was probably a prank, Theo was known for his ability to make others look foolish, himself in particular. You can't, however, leave a friend hanging out to dry in the rare chance this might be real. So she slipped out of her bed and moved to the closet.
Isabela's steps echoed from the floor boards in her house. It seemed as though each step thundered in the darkness. She pulled her pink hoodie on over her sports bra, and stepped into black sweatpants. She slipped on her running shoes and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She glanced at herself in the long mirror on the wall. She was a beautiful woman with a slender figure accentuated by her natural curves. She turned to walk out of the house.
"If he's playing a trick in me i'm going to freaking kill him." She vowed.
Isabela's steps echoed from the floor boards in her house. It seemed as though each step thundered in the darkness. She pulled her pink hoodie on over her sports bra, and stepped into black sweatpants. She slipped on her running shoes and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She glanced at herself in the long mirror on the wall. She was a beautiful woman with a slender figure accentuated by her natural curves. She turned to walk out of the house.
"If he's playing a trick in me i'm going to freaking kill him." She vowed.