Chapter Seven: New Start

I wake up in my bed, surrounded with yellow, and I grab my yellow satchel that I use as a backpack. I did my hair in a braid and I looked in the mirror to see that it looked nice. I smiled as I put on my earrings and yellow ripped jeans. I put on a yellow plain T-shirt and I walk out the door, until Fiona stops me.

"You look good. Wait, are you not wearing makeup?" Fiona asked me, and I looked at her.

"I am Isabelle now. Isabelle doesn't wear makeup." I said, and I walked outside the house, walking to school.

-Mads-

I walk onto school, and I don't see Ashlyn. I just see Damara. I decided to walk to her and she is at Ashlyn's locker, looking concerned.

"Where is she?" Damara asked, as she started biting her nails.

"I think she would've left us a letter in her locker." I said, and I opened her locker, to see that it's completely empty. I gulped and I looked at Damara.

"We're screwed!" Damara said, and I looked in the locker, then gulped.

-Ashlyn-

I am now Isabelle Mitchell. I like math and I am a nerdy dancer and I am amazing at singing. Got it. I walked onto the school campus, and I sat down in the principal's waiting room. The principal walked out, and he was very tall. You could say 6'2.

"Isabelle, correct?" The principal asked me.

"Yes." I said, and he took me into his office.

"From what I heard when it comes to your old schools, you are a straight A student and you are a dancer. You are a sophomore, and your society color is yellow." The principal said, as he read my academic reports and I nodded.

"Yes sir. That's me. I go by Belle." I said, and he nodded.

"So, Belle, we have a guy who would like to give you the official tour of the school. He is the captain of the football team and he is a sweetheart. He is one of our most impressive students." The principal said and the boy just opened the door to the office.

"You called me in?" This one boy asked.

He has blonde hair in a Louis Tomlinson hairstyle, and he has no facial hair. He is wearing a letterman jacket. It's green with a T on it.

"Yes, Tyler. I did. This is the new student that you agreed to show around." The principal said, and I turned around to look at him.

"H-hi. I'm Tyler. I am Taylor Swift's son." He said and I widened my eyes.

"Oh, hi." I said, acting calm.

You know, just because your parents are famous doesn't make you any different from any other person. YOU are the same person, no matter who you know, or whose blood you have. He takes my hand, and I accept it, as he walks me outside of the building.

"I haven't actually introduced myself and my part in this school." He said, and I looked up at him.

"I am Tyler. I am the football quarterback, I participate in Robotics, and I am one year above the average sophomore in math." Tyler said, and I smiled.

"I am Isabelle Mitchell. I am a dancer, I can somewhat sing, and I love Robotics." I said, and Tyler nodded.

"Nice," He said, and he paused, as him and I shared an eye contact moment. "I need to give you the tour. What's your schedule?"

"Here." I said, kindly giving him a slip of paper.

"Okay. So, you have Robotics and math with me." Tyler said, and I nodded.

"Can't wait." I said, and he decided to walk me to my locker, which was locker number 983.

"My best friend, Jack, his locker is next to yours." He said, and I nodded.

"Yeah." I said, and I opened the locker with one attempt.

"And you can just put your things in here." Tyler said, and I opened my satchel, with my academic books.

I put them in, based on the order in my classes. English first, math second, science next, then PE, then history, and last but not least, Robotics. He looks inside, and he smiles.

"You can put stickers, pictures, whatever you want." He said, and I put up a picture of Damara and I.

In this picture, I am wearing pink, but if he asks, I am going to tell him that it was before I turned 16.

"Why are you wearing pink in that picture?" He asked, and I looked at him.

"It was before I turned 16." I said and he nodded.

"Makes sense." He said and I put up a picture of Mads and I wearing green together. He doesn't know about my super power, which is a big benefit.

"Who was that? In that pink picture?" He asked me, and I looked down, and then at him.

"Damara. My ex-friend." I said, and I put a picture of my brother and my sister in there.

"And that's my family. Just my brother, my sister, and I." I said, and he understood, I think.

"What about your parents?" He asked me, and I looked at the picture, and then back at him.

"Well, my parents left after I was born." I said, and he hugged me.

"I am so sorry about that. Things will get better, I promise." He said and I nodded.

"I know they will." I said, and I heard a big explosion.

It was a prank that this one blonde cheerleader girl got pranked with like 7 feet down the hallway. Looking at the scene, the cheerleader seems very angry. I mean, I would be too. Her green and black uniform was trashed with what looks like paint.

"How could you do this, Jack?! I just got this from the cleaners!" The angry cheerleader said, and the boy laughed.

"Don't pull a prank on me and not expect to pull one back." Jack said, and the cheerleader looked at him deep into this boy Jacks eyes, and then grabbed his neck and started kissing him.

"They're the drama couple. Not like the theatre couple. Like the actual dramatic couple. They always cause disruption all the time in the halls." Tyler told me, and I bit my lip and widened my eyes, nodding as I near my eyes towards the lockers.

"Got that." I said, and Tyler chuckled.

"Even though you're the new girl, and well, I don't hit on new girls, I was wondering if you would like to get coffee with me. In case you're wondering, I believe in love at first sight." Tyler said, and I looked down, smiling.

"Sure. Coffee sounds great." I said and he smiled.

-Damara-

I have to find a way to get back into Ashlyn's life. I called her number again and it went directly to voicemail. Where is my ex-girlfriend… girlfriend? I don't even know. But where is she at?! I am concerned for her right now.

I got a phone call from my cousin, Tyler. I picked it up, and I looked down at myself.

"Hello?" I asked him, and he sounded like he was around Jack again.

"Hey, Dama. How have you been since the family split?" He asked me, and I rolled my eyes. My parents' divorce is the last thing I want on my mind.

"I am okay. They're happier without each other." I said, facing acceptance of my family.

"That's good, I guess. I want to tell you about this new girl. Her name is Isabelle. She's beautiful. She has a picture of you, with her wearing pink or something like that. I don't know why she has a picture of you, she said you were her friend." Tyler told me, and I raised my eyebrows.

"Isabelle, huh?" I asked him and he gave me an mhm.

"What if I told you that it's not her real name?" I said, and I hung up on him.

I see Mads talking to Thomas, and I grab her hand and pull her to the side. I need to tell her what I found out.

"Damara, what do you want?" Mads asked me and I looked right at her.

"This is serious. So, I got off a call with my cousin Tyler, and I know where Ashlyn is." I said, and Mads looked at me, widening her eyes.

-Ashlyn-

I don't think that anyone is onto me or my identity. I walk to my first period class, which is English, again. I have it with that one cheerleader with the splats all over her cheerleading uniform. She's actually next to me, in fact. I rolled my eyes and went back to doing my own thing with my pencils and my paper.

"I know your secret." She said, and I looked at her.

"I know your real name isn't actually Isabelle." She said, and I raised my eyebrow.

"Of course it is. I am Isabelle Persephone Mitchell." I said, and she wasn't believing me.

This class is very far behind. They're reading Twelve Angry men and I already read it. I just sat down and watched everyone read it. This class is an easy A. My last school already started on To Kill A Mockingbird, so I don't have any issues with what's going on.

"Your real name is Ashlyn Pierce." This cheerleader said and I just went back to my work.

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The bell rang for lunch and I decided to sit alone, until Tyler walked up to me. I smiled when I looked at him and he smiled back, holding my hand as he took me to his friend group.

"Isabelle, I haven't fully introduced you to my friends. This is Jack, this is Leah, Jack's girlfriend, and this is Cassandra, my childhood best friend." Tyler said, as he sat me down with them.

"I am Isabelle Mitchell. Nice to meet all of you." I said, wrapping Tyler's arm around my shoulders.

"Hello, Isabelle." Jack said and I smiled.

"Hi, Isabelle." Leah said and she rolled her eyes, going back to eating her food.

What is her problem with me anyway? I decide to ignore her. I came here to get a completely new life, so I don't have to deal with drama at my old home. The last thing I want is for my identity to get exposed. I don't even know how she knows in the first place.

"I think yellow's your color." Tyler said, and I blushed.

"I think yellow is your color." I said, and he blushed.

Yes, him and I have the same color. He is an actual yellow, while.. I am an imposter yellow. I don't think he knows that part.

"We're getting that coffee after school, right?" Tyler asked me and I nodded.

"Perfect." He said and I looked at Leah, who was rolling her eyes and giving me the stink eye. I decided to ignore her for personal reasons.

-Leah-

"I have to go to the restroom." I said, and they nodded, letting me go.

I walked out of the cafeteria and into the hallway, to make a phone call. To my father, Dysio. I don't know why she is here, and so I need to talk to him.

"Father… Ashlyn is here." I said, and I looked down at the white tiled floor, then at the metal lockers.

"Wait. Leah. How do you know?" Dysio asked me, and I looked at her locker.

"She has a picture with Damara and Mads. It's her, father." I said, and I can tell he's surprised.

"You know that we have to kill her, right? To demolish the color society once and for all." He said and I nodded, in understanding.