Our Little Secret

Isabella's pov

Like most of the people, I'm also a late riser. For me mornings are the worst time of a day. I literally don't like waking up from the comfort of my bed. But dad always insists that I should wake up early and make that a habit.

Oh god, what kind of rule is this? My pretty face will suffer if this will go on anymore. I tried telling my dad, but he's so adamant about this.

I guess dad's jealous of me being so stunning and he wants to stop me from getting more beautiful. I guess he wants all the girls and boys attention for himself.

I know I'm not being practical and it all sounds silly and hilarious. But what other reason could bebehind this awful rule.

I have been following this rule since I was 7, still don't know the advantage. But since dad is adamant I'm just going with the flow to not break it.

I know getting up late is not good for the body, but still can't he just let me have my peaceful sleep for just one more hour? Oh god, such a nightmare.

I'm not always lazy, occasionally I get up at around 5 am. It's only when I'm in a serene mood or when I feel like being a good girl once in a while. And I'm glad to say, today's a day like that.

I woke up early, even before dad.I was feeling greatly relaxed and call it my intuition I felt like something big is gonna happen. Don't know whether it will be good or bad.It was a balanced feeling. Maybe it's gonna be something both good and bad.

Since I was a kid I always had a great intuition. Whatever I said always ended up happening for real. So even mom and dad have faith in my skill. I don't know if I can call it a skill of mine, still it's a skill for me. Cause it's literally useful for me when it comes to my day today life.

Since mom didn't wake up I was lazy to prepare breakfat, so decided to go for cereal.Dad walked into the kitchen with his mouth hanging open. His face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper. I felt the urge to laugh out loud but held myself from doing so since I didn't want to get myself caught. I knew the reason real well, still decided to act clueless.

"Dad, is something wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost." I asked innocently.

"Ah, no nothing. It's... just.. you know I was surprised to see you up so early. That's all honey. " dad replied with obvious confusion written on his face.

"Oh dad, it's just that I am in a good mood today and felt like being a good girl for you. Is that so wrong? " I asked pouting.

"No dear, I was just being silly. Don't mind me, eat up." dad answered smiling sheepishly.

He went upstairs to mom's room. It's obvious that he's going to surprise mom with today's major event. I think she's gonna lose consciousness after hearing it.

So today's a saturday and I can do whatever I feel like doing. I decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood.

It's a pretty nice house we're living in. Dad bought it for us when I was 13 years old. That means three years ago. The moment I saw our house I fell in love with it.It was a pretty 3 storeyed house with beautiful garden that was seeking for attention. It was so beautiful to resist the temptation.

The front yard was designed with pretty flowers. Most of them were white and pink bougainvilleas,small purple orchids, fresh red roses and finally my favourite irises. Greeny lush bushes sorrounded them and they were trimmed in different shapes and that made them even more attractive to look at. I instantly fell in love with the garden.

As we entered the house I felt even more amazed. There in the middle of the hall was a sparkling chandelier swinging sightly. A kitchen on the left and a dining area on the right.

Mom was really excited when she saw the kitchen, like a baby seeing a candy for the first time. She couldn't wait to prepare delicious meals in there. Moving forward there were stairs leading to the floor upstairs. Even the stairs were pretty, they looked like as if they had came out of a fairy tale. White crystal like stones beautified them even more.

Upstairs there were three bedrooms with bathrooms attached to each of them. Each bathroom had a white sparkly bathtub, a shower area with glass door, a big mirror, a washbasin and a toilet. Each bedrooms were amazingly designed. My bedroom was the best with a king size bed, a nightstand near it.There was also a walk in closet.

Dad said that I could decorate my room again according to my taste and I was greatly excited to hear that. I really love decorating and recreating things whatever it may be I don't care. The walls were painted white and the floor with white tiles. In fact all the house was covered in white. White walls, white floor, white ceilings, most of the things were sparkling white with not even an ounce of dust anywhere.

The third floor was my favorite. There was a room with workout equipments. On the right, was a theatre with big tv screen and sofa sets. Near the theater was a study room for me. There was a study table and chair, many cupboards to keep my study materials. In fact the theater was extra big than the other two rooms. So it took up most of the space.

The backyard had an enormous pool with crystal clear water. Near the pool there was a play area with swings and slides. There were many big trees and among them my all time favorite willow tree stood swaying with the gentle breeze.

I was clearly over the moon and was ready to burst into tears anytime. It was a dream come true. From that moment on I vowed to myself to always keep my parents happy and safe no matter what happens.

Mom and dad married two years after dating. They met through their friends and after that they usually hung out whenever they could find time.

Dad had always called her Pat instead of Patricia. Yeah, that's her name Patricia Llyer and dad's Miller Smith. My name's the best though, it's Isabella Llyer Smith. Although, everyone call me Bella I still prefer Isabella. It's got a mysterious vibe to it.

I'm 16 now, two more years to go then I'll be a grown adult. I have got wavy jet black hair that reaches my waist, striking blue eyes, long nose with small nostrils ,light pinkish lips and sharp jawline.

The main thing I like about me are my eyes. They look so clear like crystal pieces and shine brightly even in the dark. Whenever I look into them, they never seem to end, like an unending abyss with thousands of secrets waiting for me to uncover.

I'm 6'5 ft tall with caramel coloured skin that matches any kind of dress whether it be traditional or modern. I think I'm just average, still whoever I meet says that I'm just out of this world and I would be able to make lots of money if I become a model. I literally don't think so. They're just exaggerating, right?

Most of my features are from my dad. He's attractive and handsome for his age, that's 45.With those cold blue mysterious eyes, chiseled jaw and that ripped body no one can resist him.

Mom's quite the beauty too with tempting bluish green eyes, shoulder length straight brown hair and slightly freckled button nose. She's 40 as of now, still shows no sign of ageing. Are these people even human? Am I the daughter of a vampire couple? That's the two questions that usually cloud my mind whenever I look into the mirror.

Dad's an artist. Most of the people here in Melbourne town comes to dad for their needs. He makes a great amount of money with this job. It's enough for our family to survive our whole live.

Still mom's adamant on working. She's got a job as a waitress in a hotel downtown. Dad's really reluctant on sending mom to work everyday. Mainly because of men drooling over her and asking for her number.

As I said before we live in Melbourne town in New York city. Here most of the people are quite rich and posh. Even though they're rich they never act bossy and never fail to help others in need. In fact they are great souls with love and care towering over them. That's the main quality I like about this town.

After the stroll I reached home and went upstairs to have a shower. The warm water made me feel serene and relaxed my muddled mind.After an hour I dried myself and went to the closet with a robe covering my bare bady. I picked a knee length dress with puffed sleeves and changed into it.

Feeling sleepy I laid on the bed. After a few moments deep sleep surrounded me pulling me into the eternal darkness.