Isabella

Isabella glided around the rooms of the old mansion wishing she had someone to talk to. She was a small girl, a bit short for her age with long red hair that fell in spirals down her back. It always looked like she had a new perm although the curls were natural. She had an oval face and her skin was pale almost white with lots of freckles. She was also painfully thin and looked like a slight breeze might whisk her away. Isabella paused at the back porch and considered whether or not to go to the garden, but she might dirty her pretty pink dress. She had a book she had started reading yesterday, but it was one of those books that start really slow, and she wasn’t much in the mood. Most of the time she had trouble putting a book down. She decided to take a nap instead. Perhaps later she could think of something to do. This was boring. But then, there isn’t much that isn’t boring when you are ten years old and have no friends, nobody to talk to except your Nana. It wasn’t that Nana wasn’t nice to have around. It would just be nice to have someone her own age to talk to from time to time. Maybe Nana could tell her a story. She had so many to tell. At the thought, Isabella ran up the stairs to Nana’s room where she was busy crocheting a blanket. Nana really enjoyed crocheting as she found it to be quite relaxing. She put down her work when Isabella came into the room. “Come here to Nana child and tell me what’s bothering you.” Moving her yarn aside she made room on the love seat for Isabella.