<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WyPS0tO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isis London<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture + tight blue skinny jeans and black boots<br/><strong>Day:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Night(has no idea why she's out)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's Backyard<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Concerned girl who got ehrself in a situation she's sure she will regret later.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>FKA twigs - Pendulum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yix8PZKlw)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The girl who didn't curse (not out loud), didn't go to parties, and didn't drink found herself in a predicament. News went through several cliques that there were two parties happening that very night. One was a typical house party and the other? Well, it was definitely setting the scene for some cliche teenager horror movie. It wasn't that Isis was paranoid, it's just that Isis was paranoid. For eighteen years she kept herself at a safe distance from any such 'teenage trouble'. Now? Isis was in deep shit. She rode her back a distance away from the safety of the rich neighborhood to a place that was straight out of a demonic movie. <br/><br/>It wasn't surprising that were others there and in fact - that made it both bad and good. Isis didn't have to worry about being alone, but now she had to worry about people making comments about how the good girl finally got out of her shell. Well 1, that was true and 2? That was true. Isis was stepping so far out of her comfort zone it gave her a headache. She didn't have anything or anyone to cling to either. Some of them were recognizable, but outside of school it was a different story. <br/><br/>There were so few people she was really close to and even then people didn't really understand why she was so adamant about not doing 'obvious' teenage activities. Underage drinking? Not unless she wanted her mother to beat the ever leaving hell out of her. Sex before marriage? Ha, only in her dreams. Isis stood still in the backyard, observing - wondering - questioning herself. Everyone (the few there) seemed to be having a good time. It was the typical mingling, flirting, and doing other things they probably shouldn't be.<br/><br/><em>'Why am I even here?'</em> </div>