Dancing cheek to cheek..

I'm not really sure how I got here so I might as well enjoy the ride. I'm Isla, 19 as far as I can tell and I live in the mad house.

[isla-erased-blog]

The sun has come out!

[chastityamorita-blog]

[Sitting on a desk in the library]

[chastityamorita-blog]

Believe me, to someone who can’t play an instrument to save her life it’s impressive.

[isla-erased-blog]

Well, I could always teach you a bit.

[chastityamorita-blog]

[Sitting on a desk in the library]

[chastityamorita-blog]

You must be a real musical genius.

[isla-erased-blog]

I wouldn't say that..I can strum strings or press key to produce a melody, I'm hardly Beethoven. 

[isla-erased-blog]

I keep forgetting that all my hair is missing.

Makes my hair flips all the more awkward. 

[ryder-erased]

You lose it or something?

[isla-erased-blog]

No, I cut it short. Or Belle did.

[isla-erased-blog]

I keep forgetting that all my hair is missing.

Makes my hair flips all the more awkward. 

[lucy-fill-intheblank]

Did someone steal it?

[isla-erased-blog]

No, I decided to change my look so cut my hair short. I'm just not used to it yet.

[isla-erased-blog]

I keep forgetting that all my hair is missing.

Makes my hair flips all the more awkward. 

[forgotten-fawn]

I’m fine, I just want you to go the hell away.

[isla-erased-blog]

[muttering to herself] I hide away all day, and then when I talk to people, they snap at me. And then people whine about me being unsociable. 

[forgotten-fawn]

Why can’t you just go the hell away?

[isla-erased-blog]

Because you're a) being rude and b) not looking okay. 

[isla-erased-blog]

You okay?

[forgotten-fawn]

Fine. Leave.

[isla-erased-blog]

Public living space. I don't have to go anywhere. You could at least say please.

[forgotten-fawn]

{staring at the fireplace, hands in her lap}

[isla-erased-blog]

You okay?

[isla-erased-blog]

More memories.

[chastityamorita-blog]

[Sitting on a desk in the library]

[isla-erased-blog]

I…….play guitar?

[chastityamorita-blog]

Really? Is it difficult? I hear it’s hard.

[isla-erased-blog]

It's not too bad, I don't remember learning. Piano is harder. 

[isla-erased-blog]

So my hair is short now...

[isla-erased-blog]

I think I'm starting to remember...

[isla-erased-blog]

But…my name is Isla.

[adriane-willows]

…As in, you is la Girl Simon.

[isla-erased-blog]

That's two different languages. It makes no sense.

[isla-erased-blog]

  [reaches for the coffee and turns the machine on] Ugh…

[dylan-pinto]

As much as I really don’t want to ask, you right there?

[isla-erased-blog]

I'm just tired and there's only decaf coffee left. I'm going to have to drink some brain burning energy drink and screw my IQ up.

[chastityamorita-blog]

[Sitting on a desk in the library]

[isla-erased-blog]

Isla is right. I’m pretty sure too. Nice to meet you again, Lauren.

[chastityamorita-blog]

You too. So… besides reading, what do you actually do for fun?

[isla-erased-blog]

I.......play guitar?

[dylan-pinto]

[He nods at her]

[isla-erased-blog]

[reaches for the coffee and turns the machine on] Ugh...