For as long as I can remember, I've always been different. Not different in a way that made people keep their distance from me but different in a way that drew people toward me. Albeit, I've never been one to make friends with people around my age. Why? They're immature. So immature that I would immediately cut off all ties with them the moment they uttered a childish thought. It was something I couldn't control, it was just in my nature. "Hey Isabella," I heard someone say. I raised a brow, attempting to see who called my name. "Can I sit here?" Madeline Bennett.