Isabella, Isabella.' says my father as I stop zoning out. I looked back up at him, "Sorry, Father, I didn't mean to zone out." He was staring at me, as if he were mad or something, and then I began to tell them about everything that had happened that day. After lunch, we all left to go to our rooms. Our rooms are the only place in the world where we are allowed to be ourselves. But sadly, I can't stay in my room for a long time, so I try getting all my things done before I have to leave. I get dressed, putting on a white/grey pleated belted skort with a white lace trim, a short-sleeve school blouse, and a long pair of clear white leggings with Kelly Katie Emma Mary Jane pumps. After that, I put on my black backpack with a shiny red heart painted on the side. Sometimes I wonder why I even try to change my clothes, only because everything we put on is only a few colors, and the colors are gray, black, gold, and white, but sometimes there is an extra color, but it's tiny, so it doesn't really count. I don't like it very much, but who cares? It's not like I have a choice in any of this.