Izzy was her name, Izzy the brown haired straight A student. She is 5'2, short. Her father, is really strict, and so is her mother. Izzy is an only child.

So, the story shall begin ~

Dad -

"A ball!?" My voice cracked a little.

Izzy -

"Yes...a ball..." I whispered back in a polite tone.

Mom -

"No! You should study Izzy! College isn't too far around the corner!" I wailed.

Izzy -

"It's just one night..." My voice quivered a bit. "I promise, my grades will be fine when I come back from this field trip."

Literally, everyone's grades will be fine, but my parents seem to think, that if I even miss a day without studying, my brain will turn to moosh.

Dad -

"It's not happening Izzy!"

Izzy -

His words burned through my skull. All he ever says is no. Matter in fact, I can't remember a single time in my life, where they didn't look like an angry old couple, but they aren't old.

Mom -

"Now! No more talk about this nonsense! Go upstairs and washed up before dinner!"

Izzy -

"I've already cleaned up ma'am..." She stared at me.

Mom -

"Okay...Then come help me with dinner!" She nodded slowly. She cut the onions slowly and carefully. "Dear, they aren't going to hurt you...go a little faster with cutting."

Izzy -

A house wife is what she wants me to be. I love art though. I feel as if I'm floating on a blanket or colors, and the feelings that are hidden beneath the light, erupt all over the sketch book. My parents barely let me touch anything sharp, except...kitchen knives. Also, a reason why I hide all my sketching utensils.

Dad -

"Izzy!" I yelled out. She peeked around the corner of the door.

Izzy -

My father has a very big interest in golfing, every six o'clock, he would sit on the couch like now, then, he'd ask me to get him two beers.

Mom -

"No, I don't think so," I whispered. I dumped the beer out and replaced it with water. Izzy stared in shock. "He will never know dear."

Izzy -

Slowly I turned around and went back to my father. I set the drinks down on a coffee tray.

Dad -

"Good girl," I patted her head. "Go back to your mother now."

Izzy -

Is this all I have? All I want? I don't have a single person I can actually call friend because of my parents.

Dad -

"It's rude to stare, now, mind your manors and go help your mother."

Izzy -

"Uh, yah..."

Dad -

"Don't start with, uh, in a sentence, it's in proper."

Izzy -

There's a lot of things that are in proper. I went back to helping my mother. "Why can't I have any fun?"

Mom -

"We've talked about this, your going to be a scholar, you don't need fun, you need studying."

Izzy -

"What if I don't want to be a scholar?" I whispered back. She let out a gasp.

Mom -

"Don't you ever speak like that!" I scolded her. "It is my job to..."


Izzy -

"Clean! Cook!" I growled. Quickly I put my knife down. "You don't listen to what I want! I have no friends because of you both!"

Mom -

"Izzy! You don't raise your tone at me!" I snapped back.

Izzy -

"I do when I want you to listen to reasoning!"

Mom -

"There's nothing to talk about!"

Izzy -

"There's plenty to talk about! I'm different than you! You and my father won't except that! I want to go out! Just one night only!"

Mom -

"No!" I lowered my tone.

Izzy -

I stopped arguing. "Your right, I'm sorry," I whispered again. I knew if I continued I'd get smacked across the face. There was no point on arguing about it anymore.

We all sat at the table and had dinner quietly.

Dad -

"Izzy, what can you give us, to let you go to this party?"

Izzy -

"That's not fair," I sighed. "You both had fun in your older days, why can't I?" They looked at each other.

Mom -

I sighed also. "Fine, you can go."

Dad -

"None the less, you are to be home before curfew."

Izzy -

"Really?"

Mom -

"Yes, now, don't waste to much time sitting here talking with us, go on upstairs and get dressed."

Izzy -

I got up slowly, "thank you," I kissed their cheeks.

I got dressed, but I didn't think I looked to good in something that wasn't formal. I hugged myself a little. Aunty gave me a dress, a red dress, because then she told me it will catch someone's eye.

Mom -

Izzy came downstairs an hour later, with a dress...a red...dress, "I don't approve."

Izzy -

"All the other girls are wearing it, and I'm not taking it off."

Dad -

"She looks fine Ashley," I patted my wife's shoulder.

Mom -

I smacked him hard, "only because your sister gave it to her!" He rolled his eyes at me. "Not in front of Izzy, Rick! We teach her not to be disrespectful! Here you are rolling your eyes though!"

Dad -

"I'm the man of the house."

Mom -

"Every man, is the head of the house," I stared at him very intensely, "but the woman is the neck, and I tell you what's, what."

Izzy -

Slowly I walked away from the both of...