isabella pov | 7:09 a.m| sunday

i woke up to the light hitting my face. the branches moving in the wind, the light once in a while coming off of my face. birds talking amongst themselves. i decided to open my eyes a little. getting blinded by the light, closing them once again.

placing my hands underneath my body to lift myself up. turning my head searching for my glasses on my nightstand. placing them on my face, i slid my body out of the sheets. my feet touching the cold ground underneath me.

slipping on my slippers and scooting across the floor. looking around my room, filled with boxes everywhere. i haven't had the time to set up everything yet. i'll get to it soon but I can live with the boxes for now.

walking up to my bathroom and shutting the door behind me. doing my business and shortly after brushing my teeth. pulling my scrunchie out of my hair from last night. keeping all my hair together in a lower ponytail. grabbing my brush on the counter and brushing through my hair thoroughly.

after i did that, i walked back into my room. going back to my nightstand and unplugging my phone from the charger. clicking the power button. 'sunday, january 3rd'. looking down at all my notifications from either twitter or snapchat.

not really caring i turned off the screen and walked to my door. opening it quietly to an empty white hallway. silently walking across the wooden floors, creaking in some places. heading downstairs, looking through all the pictures hanging up. making my way downstairs I walked into the kitchen.

grabbing some cereal from the top shelf. pouring it into a bowl, walking towards the refrigerator. reaching for the milk on the right side.

"good morning sweetie." i shut the door and looked towards my left. my grandma walking into the kitchen with her tea in her right hand. setting it down quietly on the counter.

"good morning grandma." i walked over to her and gave her a hug. kissing her cheek, leaving a smile on her face.

i moved in with my grandma about a week ago due to my parent's deaths. they went to a christmas party and never made it back home. a drunk driver hitting them head-on. pronouncing them dead at the hospital. it makes me upset every day but i try to put a smile on my face.

"i'm going to go out with your aunt today. going to do some thrift shopping, maybe play some bingo later." she said refilling her tea.

"yes, that's fine. i'll make myself some food." i said taking a bite of my cereal.

"you sure?" she questioned my decision.

"yes, i'm sure." i smiled, grabbing my bowl. heading back upstairs towards my room. shutting the door and closing my blinds. crawling back into my bed, pulling out my laptop. clicking onto netflix and finding a new tv show. one that can get me in my feeling about life. finding nothing sad for my taste.

the rest of the day i sat in my bed, rewatching dumb tv shows that made no sense to me. but it was whatever, forgetting about my parents so i wouldn't get more depressed about the situation.

due to their deaths, i have to start a new school. new friends... great i have to make new friends. i always get too scared and chicken out of a conversation. getting to shy, then the worst part is a stutter. tomorrow i'm getting shown around the school, then the day after that i'll start the junior year again.