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Chapter 1 - American Boy

A/N- This fanfic will be set in in a series of chapters based off of Sonny and Izzie’s lives. It will highlight almost Everything In Between (get it? bc that’s the name of the fic? hahahaa I love puns) this chapter and what is to come to their relationship.

Bare with me. This Chapter was mainly just an introduction chapter.

Rating- PG

AND PLSSSSS GIVE ME FEEDBACK BC THE LAST FIC I WROTE WAS ALMOST FOUR YEARS AGO.. I'm rusty

Middle school. The two words that give me instant anxiety. It was bad enough going into sixth grade and having no friends. But in my case, it was definitely worse to be one year younger than the rest of my peers AND to be moving here from the south.

My name is Isabella Sophia Troy. I am ten years old, born November 17th, 1982, only child, blah blah blah. And up until about two months ago, I actually loved my life a lot. I had tons of friends and a big back yard. I was born and raised in a small-town suburb of San Antonio, Texas and I had a dog named Marlin. My mom was a teacher and my dad worked as an athletic trainer for some high school, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I was a dancer and I practiced a lot. I wanted (and still want) to be a dancer on Broadway.

When my mom and dad sat me down and told me we were moving to New York, I was excited at first.

“We wanted to talk to you, sweetheart. Sit down.” My dad gestured for me to sit on the love seat while he and my mother took a seat on the couch.

“Isabella, your father and I love you very much. Everything we do is to benefit you. It’s important to us that you remember that.” Mom turned to dad, taking his hand in hers. Her brown eyes looked as if they were filled with worry.

“I’m just going to jump into it. I have accepted a job with NYU,” dad said. “They offered me a full time athletic trainer position that is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Okay. But NYU? What does that mean?” I ask. They just looked at each other.

“New York University.”

“So, we’re moving to New York...?”

“Yes. Staten Island. Your mom got a job at a high school down there so that’s where we will live. How do you feel about that, Isabella?”

“I feel great! Do you know how many plays I can be in? I can dance every single day!” I exclaimed. “How soon can we get there?”

It’s safe to say I regret my premature excitement. Standing outside of Franklin Middle School, staring at the ugly grey bricks, I regretted lots of things. One of those was taking the god forsaken placement test that allowed me to skip a grade and jump straight into middle school. I was supposedly academically “gifted” whatever that meant. I was fine with continuing elementary school in New York, but mom thought it would ‘benefit me greatly’ to skip a grade. So here I am.

Walking in, I was instantly intimidated. Older, taller kids surrounded me, walking every which way. I focused on the note in front of me, trying to remember where mom said the front office was. Walking in, I went straight to the front desk.

“My name is Isabella Troy. I need to speak with the principal.” An older, middle aged woman with bifocals looked down at me and began to laugh.

“Well aren’t you just adorable?” I didn’t know what she meant. What was so funny? Mom and dad always taught me to stand up straight and be up front with what I need. I didn’t think it was a laughable matter. “Take a seat. The principal will be right with you.”

I took a seat next to a scrawny, blonde haired boy with piercing blue eyes. He noticed me staring and immediately darted his eyes elsewhere. Gosh, does everyone in New York have a problem with me?

“Isabella, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Plumley, principal of Franklin. I understand you are new, so I’ve arranged for a student to show you around. Dominick…” Mrs. Plumley turned her attention to the scrawny boy next to me.

“Isabella, this is Dominick. He will be showing you the ropes.”

“Mrs. P, I’ve told you. I wanna be called Sonny.”

“Sure, Dominick. Remember to take her through her classes. You kids have fun.”

Sonny rolled his eyes and faced me but didn’t make eye contact.

“Please don’t call me Dominick like everyone else here.”

“I won’t make any promises. I’m Isabella.”

“I know. Everyone’s been talking about a southerner coming to school with us. There’s bets being made about how thick your accent is.”

“My accent? What about your accent?” he started to laugh, and I followed suit. He was awkward but funny. The world needed more of him.

“Alright, we better get going before Mrs. P comes back.” He started to walk to the door before stopping abruptly. “Oh, and I’m going to call you Izzie. I have a sister named Bella, so it would be weird to call you by your first name.” I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t object, as I’d secretly always wanted to have a nickname of my own.

Walking down the halls, Sonny attempted to show me around but ended up getting lost a few times himself.

“I don’t know why Mrs. P put me in charge of giving you a tour. I’m new too. It’s not like I’m going to know this place any better than you. Well maybe it’s because of my sisters. I have three of them, ya know. They all went here before me—Teresa, Gina, and Bella. It sucks being the only boy and all but…”

I began to tune him out. Man, this boy could ramble. Eventually, we found my homeroom which just so happened to be his as well.

“Must be fate,” I said, walking in.

“Uh… yeah totally.”

Sonny

I was sitting in the office waiting for the new girl. Mrs. P told me I had to show her around. Lame. But hey, I would do anything to miss 30 minutes of class. I was twiddling my thumbs when a young girl with brown hair walked past me. She smelled of Japanese cherry blossom and she spoke with a slight country accent. I knew immediately it was the girl I was supposed to show around. When she introduced herself, my eyes went wide. She was kind of intimidating.

She sat down next to me and looked my way. I instantly darted my eyes another direction, I didn’t want her to know I was staring at her, but I couldn’t help it. She intrigued me.

When we started our tour, I tried to act cool. I talked almost the whole time, and I must’ve done pretty well because all she did was smile and nod.

We finally got to her homeroom and I realized that it was mine as well.

“Must be fate,” she said before walking in.

“Uh, yeah, totally.” My face flushed with heat and I scratched the back of my head. This intimidating, confident, beautiful girl just walked into my life and I immediately knew it was changed forever. I shook it off and followed her in. My focus was off for the rest of the day.

Izzie

“How was your first day, sweetie?” mom asked as I got into her car. I found it weird that a lot of kids here walked home, but I shrugged it off.

“It was okay.”

“Just okay? Did you meet any friends?”

“Well, I met this boy. His name is Sonny. Kinda weird but he’s really funny. I think we can be friends.”

“Well that’s great! I can’t wait to meet him.”

The car ride was quick. Our new house was only a few blocks away from the middle school. I got out, excited to finally be “home” when I heard commotion coming from next door. Turning my head, I saw three older girls walking towards their front door.

“Mrs. Troy?” you hear. You and your mom pause, turning back to the girls who were now walking towards you.

“Oh my. Do you girls live here?” mom said, pointing to the house next door.

“Yes! How funny,” one girl says. “Teresa, Gina, this is my new English teacher, Mrs. Troy. And you must be Isabella! I’m Bella! When I introduced myself in class, your mom pointed out that her daughter had the same name as me. How great! I’ve always wanted to meet another…”

I started to tune the girl out. She was nice and all, but I’ve had a long day. Wait, I thought. Bella… Teresa… Gina… lengthy rambling… These girls have to be Sonny’s sisters which means…

“Izzie?” I hear. I focused my eyes on the same scrawny, blonde haired boy that showed me around earlier who was now walking up to his house. He ran over to us, his blonde hair flopping.

“Hi, I’m Sonny,” he said to my mom.

“Oh, Sonny. You must be the boy who gave Isabella the tour. Thank you very much for doing that!” he shrugged it off, smiling a bit.

“I have a great idea, Izzie. We can walk home together! Ya know since we are neighbors and all.”

“That’s a great idea, Sonny!” mom interjected before I could say anything of my own.

“Cool. Well if we don’t get inside, Ma will have our heads. Bye Izzie, bye Mrs. Troy,” Sonny and his sisters waved to us before walking inside their home.

“Izzie, huh?” mom said, raising an eyebrow.

“Long story, mom. What’s for dinner?”

ughhh it’s horrible isn't it

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