This choice: "Hello, Megan, right? 'Mom' is out front and sent me in to get you," - Isabella • Go Back...Chapter #7"Hello, Megan, right? 'Mom' is out ... by: Unknown "Oh, uh, yes. I'm ... Megan. Isabella, I presume?," you ask as you put your hand out to shake as you met your new younger sister.
"Silly! Sisters don't shake!" Isabella practically glomped you around your waist. Her head came below your barely budding bust. The tight squeeze from such a tiny frame surprised you as you lowered your arms in a loose hug of acceptance around her shoulders. After a moment, she stepped back, and giggled looking at you. "I made your shirt even prettier with some of my fairy dust!"
Looking down, you had a generous amount of glitter transferred to your outfit from her sparkling princess dress. "Ahh.. hah, I guess you did indeed." You then just looked down at the ground, feeling a blush and embarassed at the situation. Having to now act so close to someone, anyone, when you weren't close to people in your pre-life might become the biggest hurdle, surpassing the fact you were now to act as if a member of the opposite sex.
"C'mon, Megan. And Attendant number ... 452?"
"Yes. Number 528 will be your live in now, though, Megan. I'm to remain here to help with discharge of other participants. Drive safe."
"Gotcha! Will do!"
The exchange had you a little confused as you followed Isabella out of the hospital.
"Okay. So. Good news? We have a BIIIIIG House! You're gonna LOVE IT, I promise! And, And.." You heard the door click shut as Isabella had, curiously, just climbed into the driver seat? Or was this one of the vehicles with a reversed steering wheel configuration than you were used to? No, the passing cars on the visible street seemed to be on the right sides of the road. Then you heard from inside the minivan Isabella climbed into. "OI! Get in!" This made you immediately reach for a door handle to scramble to get into the van. Opening the side door, you find a man, your new "grandfather" in his wheelchair, on a platform. "Are you DAFT?! Get up here! I have to fill you in on a few things, idiot!"
Attendant 452: "Ahem! Language 'Young Lady'."
Isabella: "AH! Ooops. Uhmm, come sit up front with me, uhh, dummy?"
You hadn't noticed she had followed you out of the hospital, but now 452 seemed super serious as she chided Isabella, who was now atop a booster seat, in front of the steering wheel. Trying to not say a word and just get into the vehicle, you see your other sibling in the back row of seats, sleeping it seemed, your new 'mom' sitting in the middle seat opposite 'grandpa' leaving the passenger front seat the only one available. After climbing in and fastening your seat belt, the engine starts as Isabella, the tiny 14 year old, turns the key.
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