Whenever Isabelle needed some time by herself she would go to her bed or her desk and just sit, breathing deeply. Isabelle didn’t have most things people thought she had. She did have a bunch of very nice clothing her mother had let her buy, and she had her own cat, Truffles, and her own laptop as well. Isabelle liked all of those things, and she loved Truffles more than anyone. But plenty of other kids she knew had nice clothes, pets and computers. The one thing she had other kids in her class didn’t have Isabelle hated. Her own soap opera. Isabelle’s parents were always arguing and fighting about this thing or that, and Isabelle hated every sour word that came out of their mouths. But she never lost her cool. Until one April morning…