Isabelle Riley

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Isabelle Riley was not your usual kind of girl. She was wild and fearless and her wardrobe was full of jeans and jumpers. Her favourite color was black and she loved rock music. She didn’t own one single dress or skirt and she hated the color pink. Her room walls held many band and sport posters, and she had a closet just full of all her sports gear. Isabelle Riley wore sneakers and never wore make up. She played guitar and the drums and her favourite food was burgers, the big ones with double the meat. She loved extra salt on her chips and her favourite drink was a chocolate milkshake, double the chocolate.
I was completely in love with Isabelle Riley.
See, the thing with Isabelle Riley was that you had to refer to her as Isabelle Riley. Her full name was her title. Isabelle was a completely different person than Isabelle Riley was. Same with Izzy, Iz or any other nickname people came up with for her. She was just Isabelle Riley, and everyone knew it.
I remember when I first met Isabelle Riley. I was eleven and it was a rainy and extremely cold day. The grass was muddy and the sky was grey and Isabelle Riley was playing soccer in the park across from my house. I could barely see her through the heavy rain but as soon as I saw a pair of black gym shorts moving around and cleats kicking a football, I ran out into the park.
I asked her what she was doing, and she just looked at me and told me she was playing soccer. Then, she asked if I’d like to join. The wind was so fierce and the rain was so heavy and powerful that her question made me burst into laughter.
"You’re crazy!" I told her. "Who are you?"
And she just smiled. But it wasn’t your typical smile. It wasn’t the simple smile that made your eyes crinkle or your teeth show, it ...

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...s not your usual kind of girl. She used to be wild and fearless but I learnt what her fears were. Her wardrobe is full of lots of my clothes and the jeans and jumpers her mum still kept. Her favourite color is a dark navy blue, and she still loves rock music, but also has a guilty pleasure for country. She wore a dress once, and she doesn’t mind the color of pale pink. Her room walls hold pictures of her and I and band and sports posters, and her closet that is full of sports gear now contains many other things from her past. Isabelle Riley wears boots as well as sneakers and she wore make up to her dance recital once. She and I played guitar together and she taught me how to play the drums, and her favourite food is still burgers but she likes the bacon ones now instead. She loves chicken salt on her chips and her favourite drink is now Pepsi.
I miss Isabelle Riley.

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