Sitting cross legged on the window ledge in a black form fitting sweatshirt and skinny jeans Isaballa hummed softly to herself. She looked up at the moon every now and again, it was full and it lit the sky beautifully. The stars were bright tonight too. Balla loved to just sit on the window and watch the night sky, sometimes hoping ot see a falling star she could wish on even though she knew those kinds of wishes don't come true.

She sighed a little closing her eyes, a cool breeze passing through her hair. Why did life as a teenager have to be so confusing? Balla just wished she could meet someone who could explain that to her. She knew that the tough parts of life jsut made you stronger, but most of the time it feels like the tough parts just make you weaker. Those hard times were the ABC's of growing up and everyone had to go through them, she was told that enough times. She just wished she had someone to go to during the hard times. Her dad wasn't any help and she had no mum so who could she be close to? She has friends like C.J. and Holly. She just couldn't have an in depth conversation with them, and those convesations are what she longed for; They are what she thrives on just talking to someone who shares your veiws. Even if they didn't agree with her points and whatnot she could still have a great conversation that didn't consist of this weeks couple or how many times a certain girl has had sex.

That just wasn't Isaballa, she couldn't just sit around and talk about things that didn't matter. She didn't care if the hottest guy in school had just gotten a new girl, she just wanted to talk about feelings, emotion, love, lust. Things that matter as much to the world as they do her. She knew that wouldn't happen, finding someone who wanted to talk about those things was like tryin to find a needle in a hay stack; you can't find what your looking for because it's too small so you just give up. Well that was her logic, not that many people agreed with Isaballa Martezz's logic. Her logic was just too 'out there' for this generation, she doesn't think like most of the kids these days do so frankly they don't give a s**t what she has to say.

There she went again getting lost in her own little world, staring at the sky as a falling star passed, making it's way slowly but surely across the sky then disapearing into the distance. She closed her eyes and made a wish.