The Year I Became Isabella Ande - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,40
be worse. I could have nothing.
But I miss my drawings. I put a lot of time and effort into them. They were part of me and got me through some rough and brutal days. In a way, the people who starred in the comics were kind of like my friends. Plus, there was the woman. My sidekick. The one I dreamed was my mother. Those sketches are gone too, and even though I was never positive it was my mom in the drawings, I still feel like I lost a part of her.
I LEARN THREE things over the next couple of days while stuck at home:
1. Lynn and Hannah hate my new look, and have made it their mission to destroy any confidence I’ve gained.
2. The new look seems to have put some kind of confusion spell on my dad, because he keeps staring at me like he’s trying to figure something out, but can’t quite get there.
3. Hannah and Kyler broke up, something I learn when I hear the two of them arguing in the driveway while I’m out drawing on the balcony. From the sound of things, they were never really together to begin with.
“I told you I didn’t want a serious girlfriend and that I needed to focus on football,” Kyler says to her. “I told you that on our second date.”
“And I told you I didn’t give a shit,” she growls. “You should have thought about that when you kissed me.”
“I never meant for that kiss to happen. I told you . . . I was a little drunk.”
It’s too dark outside for me to see them, but I can hear how uncomfortable Kyler is through his edgy tone.
“I’m really sorry, Hannah, but we’re not getting together.” He tries to sound firm. “You have to let this go.”
When he walks away, I hear Hannah mutter, “Like hell I’m going to let this go. No one rejects me.”
I shake my head. Aw, the downfall of being spoiled. She’s so used to getting her way she doesn’t know how to handle it when she doesn’t.
The next couple of hours, I stay outside on my balcony, getting lost in a drawing. I’m not even sure how much time goes by, but eventually, my hand starts to cramp up.
“Having fun up there?” Kai’s voice floats up from somewhere down below.
Startled, I drop the pencil and lean forward to peer over the railing. “Where are you?”
He giggles like a girl, and I think he might be drunk. “I’m invisible.”
I rest my arms on the railing, squinting through the dark until I make out his silhouette in the driveway just below my balcony. “You know, you once told me you wanted to have the superpower of invisibility. Do you remember that?”
“I do remember that,” he fully admits. “I’m still working on getting that superpower, though.”
“You’ll never be invisible,” I tell him. “You’re just not that kind of guy.”
“Hey, maybe I can be . . . I mean, look at you. You turned un-invisible.”
I’m glad he can’t see me as my skin warms. “I’m not un-invisible. Nice word choice, by the way.”
“Thank you. And that’s what you are. Un-invisible.” As he shuffles backwards, the moonlight hits his face and I can see the swaying in his movements.
“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” I tease.
He holds up his fingers an inch apart. “Just a tiny, tiny bit.”
“Were you at a party?”
“I was . . . but not one of those lame-ass parties Kyler always goes to. This party was my kind of party. Not his.”
“Okay,” I say, again sensing tension between Kyler and him.
“Maybe next time you can come,” he says softly. “I mean, I know I’m not my brother or anything, but I can be fun.”
I catch the underlying meaning of his words, but before I can get too worked up, he staggers toward the fence that divides out yards.
“See you at school tomorrow, Isa.” He clumsily hops over the fence and trips up the steps to his house.
“Yeah, see ya.” I gather my things and head inside, trying not to stress over the fact that school starts tomorrow, and I have to go through with my plan to actually try to make friends. But as I lie down in bed to go to sleep, I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves.
I’ve always walked to school, even after I turned sixteen. While Hannah got a brand new car and a pool party for her sweet sixteen, I got her old bike and a cupcake. And