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Call Me Bella

My name is Isabella, but for the sake of the story just call me Bella.
I’ll be your narrator today. The story will be told in First Person, and for privacy reasons the main character will be known as Becca, so ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
take your seats because the show is about to begin.

Hold tight, it’s going to be a bit of a bumpy ride.


 
I was 11 five years ago when I got the call saying I wasn’t accepted to join the ballet class.
The phone rang; breaking my concentration. I peeled off my ballet slippers and I ran to the kitchen at top speed and knocked into my dad on the way, “Careful sweetie,” He said before patting my head and walking by me. Mom had the phone pressed against her ear, her face was blank. “Yes. I do. I do understand. Oh, please, you people disgust me. She’s a little girl for crying out loud!” There was a beat of silence and then she hung up. “Hi sweetie, you hungry?” I nodded, “Was that them? Did I make it?” She didn’t answer me, just went on preparing something on the stove. “Mom?” She slammed the frozen vegetables against the counter to break them up, each time making me jump. I inched closer, “I didn’t make it, did I?” She put the bag down and dropped her head into her palms. It was a minute before she wiped her face and looked at me, “No sweetie, you didn’t.” She started stirring something on the stove, “Dinner will be ready soon.” I shook my head, “I’m not hungry,” I ran out before she could stop me.
It was hard going to school and explaining to my friends why I wasn’t on the team when I’d bragged about it for weeks. It was even harder to walk by Alanna Willis, my mortal enemy and ex- best friend. She’d made the team and had known I’d tried out. I was just waiting for her to rub it in my face.
“Becca! Becca!” My friend Jill came running up to me at lunch on Friday. She sat down next to me and leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Alanna started a rumor about you.” I dropped my sandwich, “What is she saying?” She looked like she didn’t want to say, but I shook her until she spilled. “She’s telling people you didn’t make the team because you’re too fat.” Her cheeks reddened as I’m sure mine did too. I didn’t say anything and she grasped my hand, “Don’t listen to her though, you’re totally not fat, you’re kind of thin really. Besides, everyone knows her mom is on the ballet board, which is why she passes every tryout.” I gulped and nodded, “Yeah, thanks.” She left to go get her own lunch and I suddenly wasn’t hungry. I balled up my lunch and tossed it in the garbage.
That was the day I decided to stop eating.
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Call Me Bella My name is Isabella, but for the sake of the story

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