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Another thing I forgot to elaborate on, my best friend Isabella (aka Issi). Her father is spanish and her mother is italian which gives her every legendary trait of the beatiful women of spanish and italian (she hates it when I say that). Surprisingly enough she didn't have a boyfriend then, because they're overly intimidated by her knowledge of cars and tomboy-geekness (also because I'm her best friend, total and compleat social outcast in high school). Isabella is technically a sixteen year-old in grade ten because her birthday is so close to New Years, her father owns a car repair shop (sorce of her passion of cars), she's the only person whose family insists ong each family member to have their own washer & dryer (also, you know how people lose their socks in the washer or dryer? Well socks TURN UP in her washer and dryer) and she has vowed to never marry and never have kids. She has an older sister whose studying art in multiple countries (parrents are so proud). They look exactly alike except for age difference, Anna (her sister) wears her hair in a bandana (perrils of making art) and Issi's bra size is several sizes larger (she also hates when I say that too). We are the same hight (5'7) but have different eye colors (me : green-blue, her : brown) and different hair (her : black perfect hair that can be worn in any way, seriously, she has annoyingly perfect hair. me : brown uncontrolable messy untamed hair) but we wear it at the same length (just above the pantline). Thats about it for Issi, oh wait, she has a hidden gift that will be revealed later (dun dun dun).
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