The name? Izzy, don't call me anything else. Female. 13 years ago, this world got a whole lot crazier. American, in Italy. Only child. Completely pissed off.

Let me recap: Renee, my mom, married Charlie, my dad, fresh out of high school. They soon had me, their "pride and joy" not long after. We lived in Forks, Washington until I was 3. Then Renee told me we were leaving, but I didn't understand why. I do now. Renee and Charlie divorced, we moved to Phoenix, also known as hell. That's where this story starts to go down hill. That's were she met Phil, or as I like to call him Satan. He was, and still is, an inspiring baseball player. But he sucks, really, really bad. And he has horrible temperamental issues. Renee didn't know this until a couple days ago when Phil finally snapped. I haven't figured out why he did, but he freaked. He was pissed and came in my room yelling and cussing and slinging shit like always, didn't faze me much, he does this all the time. He threw a chair at me, right when Renee walked in. She flipped shit. It was actually quite funny now that I think about it.

We packed up caught a plane, and now we're in Italy. You see, Renee's not very predictable. I guess that I get that from her. So now we are stuck in a hotel in beautiful Italy until she decides where we are going to live.

"Izzy, baby," Renee said tentatively through the door.

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Let's go site seeing," she said, running in and jumping on my bed like a four year old.

"No," I said blankly.

"Come on," She whined, "We'll go to a book store," she replied, unfazed and knowing my weakness.

"Fine," I said, somewhat excited for the first time since we'd left the U.S.

"Get ready then, and hurry!" She called, running back through the house. I swear that woman has more energy than a little kid. I walked into the bath room that was connected to my room. Apparently, Phil's parents are rich as hell and Renee still had his credit card. I stripped down, and stepped into the amazing shower. I let the hot water wake me up, and wash the stress away. I got my favorite shampoo, and lathered up my hair. I could imagine the smell of the strawberries before I even got it worked in. I got my body wash and washed down. I saw a razor laying on the shelf in the shower, and figured what the hell, might as well get my legs shaved to. I shaved as fast as I could, then hurried up to but a bra and panties on, dry and straighten my hair, and get some clothes that didn't look completely horrible. I rummaged through my thousands of pieces of clothes (okay not thousands, but really I had a lot) until I found a cute little dress. Normally I don't wear dresses, even though I have tons (like I said, I have a bunch of clothes) but today was just one of those days that screamed dress. Plus it's not like I had a rep. around here. Yet.

I slipped the dress on and walked through the hotel room, into the kitchen where Renee was sitting, already ready.

"You might want to get s light jacket, the wind's blowing pretty hard out today," Renee said to me, sitting her coffee cup in the sink, no wonder she was so hyper.

"I'll live," I told her, shrugging my shoulders and putting on some cute little flats, and grabbed my wallet. Renee got her jacket, and we walked out the door.

We had been walking around for a little while when I spotted a little run down book store. Those are the best, I've learned. I might be a little, inconsiderate brat at times, but I can still appreciate the fine arts.

I'm going to go in there, mom," I said to her.

"Okay, I'll be around here somewhere, just call if you need me, love you," she said looking around for more stores.

"Kay, bye," I replied, getting excited to look at all the books that the great Italy had to offer.

"Bye."

And with that I walked into the weirdest scene of my life.