The Year I Became Isabella Ande - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,1
you, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” I’m calm. Perfectly cool. A lazy river on a hot summer day. Because if I’m not—if I lose my shit with Hannah—my ass will be sent to my room without dessert. And I love dessert almost as much as I love manga.
Hannah dramatically rolls her eyes. “You’re so lame. At least own that you’re a loner and spare yourself the embarrassment of pretending you’re not a loser.”
I bite my tongue to keep from firing off anything that’ll get me into trouble and chant a lovely sweet treat song inside my head.
“You know what?” Hannah sets the phone down on the table, and when she smiles at me maliciously, I know she’s about to say something that’s going to get me into trouble—that even my sweet treat chant won’t save me from. “I take that back. Maybe the janitor can count. I mean, you eat all your lunches in the janitor’s closet, right?”
“No,” I say through gritted teeth. “And you know I don’t, since you pretend to ignore me every day during lunch.”
Her grin broadens at the sound of my clipped tone, because she knows she’s won—that I’m about to lose my cool. She mouths, Loser.
A slow breath eases from my lips, and then I stuff my mouth full of chicken.
Snickers. Chocolate chip cookies. Funnel cake—
“Oh wait!” Hannah exclaims with a laugh. “I do remember you hanging out once or twice with that freak who always wears mismatched shoes. But I think she’s into girls . . .” She taps her finger against her lip. “Wait, is she your girlfriend?”
I can’t control it any longer. I swallow the chicken and drop the fork. “Leave Lana out of this. She’s a nice person, unlike you.” I drop my voice and utter the nickname I know she hates, “Super Bitch.”
“Mom!” Hannah whines, slamming her palm onto the table and sending the salt and pepper shakers toppling over, along with my mother’s wine. “Isa called me a bitch.”
My father and mother stare at the mess on the crisp linen tablecloth then my mother glares at me.
“Isabella, you can go to your room now,” she says as she scoots back from the table.
“But I didn’t do anything.” I try not to sound whiney, because it’ll only piss her off more. “Well, not anything that she didn’t do.”
“And you don’t get any dessert,” she says, ignoring my protests as she strides to the kitchen door.
“I’m really sorry,” I tell her as calmly as I can, “but she did call me a loser.”
“You’re such a liar.” Hannah flips her blonde hair off her shoulder and flashes me a smirk when no one’s looking.
My mother looks at my father in that way that says you take care of her then she slams her palm against the door and whisks out of the room.
“Isabella, your mother said to go to your room, so go to your room.” He speaks robotically, as if he rehearsed the words. He avoids eye contact with me, staring at his plate. “And no dessert.”
He rarely looks at me, and I haven’t ever figured out why. I asked him about it once, but he pretended like he didn’t hear me and hurried out of the room, leaving me to draw my own conclusions. My very overactive imagination has conjured up quite a few borderline crazy ideas, ranging from him thinking I look like a hideous beast, to him fearing I secretly possess the superpower to change anyone who makes eye contact with me into a human corpse.
Knowing there’s no way my father’s going to cave on my punishment—since we’ve been in this same situation at least a hundred times—I stand up. “Okay.”
“And apologize to your sister,” he adds, still staring at his chicken like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
Only when I turn my back to Hannah do I mutter, “Sorry.” Otherwise, her smirk will drive me bat shit crazy.
As I’m walking out of the room, my mother returns with a towel to clean the mess up, along with a platter of red velvet cupcakes.
“Why are you still here?” she asks me as she sets the platter down at the end of the table. “I told you to go to your room.”
With a heavy sigh, I bid farewell to the cupcakes and leave the dining room, trying to convince myself they probably taste like burnt cardboard, even though my mother’s won ribbons for her fan-freakin’-tastic cupcakes.