Belle
Chapter 1
I sat nicely, looking out the window. The sound
of the doorbell rang through my ears, just minutes after the
limousine had pulled through the driveway. I smoothed my dress,
and stood up, to see a reflection of myself accross the room. The
green dres brought out my eyes, and perfectly detailed my long,
lanky, legs, hovering just above my knees. I frowned at the way
the stylists curled my hair. I loved the way my hair would
normally rest on my shoulders, straight and auburn. But, I had to
look my best for Dylan, my future boyfriend. My mom gets to
decide everything for me, to make sure I grow up with a perfect
life. She did this for my older sisters, Emilee and Kaila, who
loved the idea. I, on the other hand, hated it. Anyways, tonight,
my mother planned a date for Dylan and I, at the nicest
restaurant in town. I walked down the stairs, into the foyer.
Standing in front of me, my mother had her back turned to me,
talking to the limousine driver.
"Mother?" I asked.
"Yes, Belle?" There was pain
in her voice, and in her face, as she turned away from the
driver.
"What's wrong?" I asked,
curious.
"Belle..." She started. Then,
a boy, about a foot shorter than my 5' 8" body, walked
in. He looked about ten.
"Hi!" He exclaimed.
"I'm Dylan."
Just then, an elderly lady whom I
percieved to be his grandmother, strolled in. "Is there a
Belle here?"
"No, I'm afraid not," My
mother lied, and closed the door on all three of them.
"Mother...did they lie to us?"
This happened to Kaila the very first time, too.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." She
said, sadly. "Well, I guess we'll have to move on, find
another boy. I was planning on moving anyways..."
What did she mean, 'moving?' She
said it so simply, like it meant nothing. But it did mean
something. A lot. "Moving?! Are you serious?!"
"Don't raise your voice at me
young lady. We're leaving in a week, so get
packing."
I stormed up to my room, in tears, and
for the first time, slammed my door as hard as I could. I slammed
it so hard, the photo of my dad and I fell off of my dusty
vanity. I fell onto my bed, and stuffed my face into my pillow.
Eventually, I sobbed myself to
sleep.
I hope
you guys like! My first time posting a story on witty, and please
fave! It would mean a lot. I'll probably have a chapter every
week, I know, it's long, but I need to make sure that each
chapter is good.
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SmileitsJess · 1 decade ago
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lied about what , sooo confussed