Ch. 3 ~ Hit the lights, quick!

I can't hear you, you sound like static,
I can't hear you, my ears have had it bad..
You sound like a..

Radio with the speakers blown
The treble high and the base down low..
Down low..

My iPod seemed like my only friend, as I stepped out of my truck. With the volume up almost all the way, I tried hard to refrain from dancing. Some people around me, looked up as I walked by, since it was early they could hear the music as well.
"Hey, nice music choice!" A voice shouted, and startled me. I turned around to face a boy who had long, obviously dyed black hair covering his eyes. He had a large smile, and wore mostly black clothing.
"Um, thanks." I said, with a sheepish smile. The boy laughed, and began to play the air guitar.
"Radio with the speakers blown, the kind of sound that you'll never know!" He sang, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
When he finished, he looked up at me. "My name is Arthur, but I go by 'Artie.' Are you knew?"
I nodded, and sighed. "Nice to meet you. Yeah, I am. My name is Belle, by the way."
"Ugh, looks like you got it rough, eh?" Artie said, with a shudder.
"What? No, my family is actually doing pretty good." I said, confused. Artie started laughing his head off, and people stared.
"No, no," He said, taking a deep breath, "I mean, you got it rough. New kid? I-I'm not concerned about your money!" Artie went back into a fit of laughter, and I sighed.
"Well, nice to meet you kid, but I need to go find my classes." I turned on my heel, and quickened my pace.
"Alright, see ya Belle Amelia Waters!" I froze in my tracks, as Artie recited my full name. I never told him that! Or.. did I? My head was spinning, and I decided I was losing it.
When I approached the office, I heard a whistle. I jumped, and turned around. Nobody was there. Damn, I really am losing it. I thought, and hurried into the office.
"Hello there, sweetie! May I help you?" One of the secretaries questioned, with a grin.
"Uh, yes, I'm a new student! My name is Belle Waters." I said, forcing a fake smile. I wasn't in the mood for this.
"Is your name Isabelle?"
"No, just Belle." I said, twirling a strand of my bangs.
"Well, we have an Isabelle Waters registered. Not a Belle."
"I think there's a mistake then, because I am not Isabelle. My birth certificate clearly states, Belle." I said, trying not to raise my voice. She'd think I would know my own name!
"Hmm, well, alright. Here's your schedule, Isabelle. Have a nice day!" She said, and printed off a warm sheet of paper, which had all my classes.
"Thank you," I paused, and read her name tag. It read, Kate. "Thank you, Katelyn." I said, and turned to leave.
"Oh, no dear. My name is Kate!" She said with a little laugh.
"Alright, Katelyn!" I said, and walked out of there as fast as I could. "Damn secretaries." I muttered under my breath, and looked at my schedule. Homeroom was Mrs. Dumas' room, which was room 328.
Surprisingly, the halls were easy and I reached my homeroom in no time. I walked up to the teacher, and quietly told her about my situation.
"Ah, yes, Isabelle! Welcome!" She said, and pointed me to my seat.
"Uh, Mrs. Dumas? I don't mean to sound rude, but my name is Belle. There was a mistake or something, because Belle isn't short for anything." I said, my cheeks beginning to burn. The classroom was half empty, but I still didn't like to stand up and correct the teacher.
Mrs. Dumas narrowed her eyes, and picked up a clipboard. She shook her head, and crossed something off. "Alright, Belle, I fixed the attendance sheet. Thank you for telling me." Mrs. Dumas didn't look very ecstatic because I corrected her, so I sat down and shut up. While I waited for the class to slowly fill up, I fiddled with my bag. Someone else entered, and I heard them sit down next to me. I didn't bother looking up--it'd probably be either a nerd who was looking at me like I was the loser, or a popular kid stopping to look at me for a second, then turn and chat with their friends. But, when the other seat that was on my right, creaked, I had to look up.
"Hey there, Belle!" Artie said, and I mentally groaned. Great. So, it looked like he was in my homeroom, and he sat next to me. "What are your classes?" He leaned toward my desk, trying to get a better look at my schedule.
However, another nickname for me was butterfingers. I picked up the schedule, and just as I was about to hand it to him, it slipped out of my hands and blew under my desk, and under the one to my left.
"I think you dropped something." A harsh voice said, and I looked up. Samuel. He was handing me my schedule.
"Uh, y-yeah. Thanks." I said, staring at him. He looked at me, and leaned back in his chair.
"What?" He asked.
"W-what?" I said, realizing I tuned out there for a moment. I turned to Artie. "Here's my schedule."
"How do you know him." He whispered back, and I frowned.
"Know who?" I whispered back.
"Him. Sam." He murmured, pointing a finger.
"He's my neighbor." I shrugged, and fiddled with my bag again.
"Just your neighbor..?"
"Yes! What's so wrong about it? What else would he be?!" I shouted, and Artie shrugged.
"Nothing. You'll see.. sooner or later." He muttered, and I rolled my eyes.
"You're weird, you know that, right?" I said, and Artie laughed.
"Oh, hey Artie!" A familiar voice shouted, as they walked into the classroom. I jolted my head up, and my eyes went wide.
"Ricardo! Hey, how you doin' buddy?"
Oh no.

~Not A Chapter~

I haven't forgotten about this.
Life, is a cruel, cruel thing. I'm sorry.
I might post more chapters.
I might not.

My apologies.

Ch. 2 ~ School, oh School.

"Belle, wake up, sweetie," Amelia whispered, and I rolled over. She frowned, and poked my leg.
"Noooo!" I moaned, putting the pillow over my head. Amelia sighed, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Don't make me get Mickey in here, he'll jump on you," My mother warned, and I sat up.
"I'm up, I'm up!" I said, throwing my hands in the air. "Why do you even wake that kid up, if he doesn't go to school?"
"Because, he likes to be up when we're up. Now come on, you have school," She said, and closed my door.

Normally, I'd be all pumped on a school morning. I'd wake up, shower, eat, brush my teeth & hair, and I'd be out the door. But today I went as slow as I possibly could. I was never the new student, so I had no idea what I was in for.
After my quick shower, I ran downstairs for food. "What's with the eggs?" I groaned, and Lucas, who was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper, sighed.
"Since when don't you like eggs?" He asked, and I frowned.
"Since, forever. Maybe if you paid attention to me, you'd realize what I like, and don't like. You should've made pancakes, Dad. But oh, wait! Kylee doesn't like pancakes, so we can't have those!" I shouted, and stormed into the bathroom.
"Control the temper!" Amelia shouted.
"Shut up!" I spat back, and slammed the bathroom door closed. "Maybe if you were expected to make a bunch of new friends in a new town, then you would understand," I muttered under my breath. When I emerged from the bathroom, 30 minutes later, Lucas and Amelia stood there, unhappy expressions.
"You owe you're father an apology," Amelia said sternly. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"For what? Everything I said was true. I bet he doesn't even know my birthday, full date," I said, switching my glare to my father.
"I-," He began, then he sighed. "I'm not dealing with you right now," Lucas said, rubbing his head.
"Good, because I didn't need my time wasted on you anyways!" I shouted, grabbing my bag and storming out of the house. Amelia was right on my trail, however, and she grabbed my shoulder before I could make it to the truck.
"What the hell has gotten into you? How dare you speak to your parents like that!" My mother shouted, and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that I had to leave my whole life behind! And it's not like I can drive 30 minutes to my friend's house, no. It's like a 8 hour drive, mom. 8 hours!" I said, staring at her. Amelia sighed, but kept her hand on my shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry about leaving you're friends behind. You weren't the only one, okay?"
"But you're OLD! Old people don't go over each others houses, or have sleepovers! They just talk whenever they somehow bump into each other at the grocery store!" I shrieked, pushing her hand of my shoulder. "Just let me go to school," I muttered, and jumped in my truck before she could say anything else.
My old truck sputtered to life as I put the key in the ignition. I rolled down the window and hung my elbow out, and breathed the cool morning air. As I rolled to a stop at the stop sign, I noticed another car behind me. It was a stunning black jeep, and sitting in the drivers seat was none other then Samuel.
"Oh, god," I muttered, realizing that he'd see me in this old crap machine.
'Just keep driving, pretend he's not there!' Spencer cried in my head, and I frowned. It was true. I was going insane.
I quickly headed towards the school, and felt relieved when Samuel turned down another street.
"Where is he going?" I said quietly to myself, and I parked my truck. It was none of my business, but the kid was missing school. I don't even think Maria knew that her son was ditching. I felt a pang of sympathy for Maria, realizing she had no idea how bad her child really was.
"Hey baby, you new here?" A voice called out from my window, and I jumped. Standing inches away from my rolled down window, was a scary looking kid. And by scary, I mean ugly.
"Aw, don't be afraid!" He shrieked, in the most annoying voice.
"I'm not afraid," I said slowly, staring at him, "You startled me. And how long have you've been standing there exactly?" I snapped.
"Oh, long enough, baby," The boy said, with a grin.
"Don't call me baby, you hideous gorilla-like boy. Now please step away from my truck, before I beat you to the ground with the baseball bat in here," I said calmly, staring at him with large eyes.
"Well, I am Ricardo, doll face. And I seriously doubt you'd take me to the ground," Ricardo laughed.
"I'm not kidding about the bat," I said, and with all my force, swung the door open so it hit him.
"Ouch! Hey, that wasn't very nice!" He pouted, rubbing his knee.
"Well, I politely asked you to step away, you didn't, I threatened, you didn't budge, so then I hit you with my door. Now, if you do not leave me and my truck alone, I will get the bat, and I can swear on my life I will beat you to the ground with it. I don't care if I get suspended or expelled on my first day here. So, please walk away," I spat, slamming the door of my truck.
"Fine, damn. But mark my words, this won't be the last time we see each other!" Gorilla boy shouted, and ran off into the large crowd near the front door.

Ch. 1 The Arrival

On October 1st, we moved into 88th Maple Wood Rd. It was a fairly large house, 4 bedroom and 2 bath. On the outside, it was a beautiful shade of light yellow, which instantly made the rainy day seem bright. The house had a fair amount of land for the little ones to play on, complete with a set of three swings and a slide in the backyard.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me," I moaned, and stalked up the steps to the front door. Amelia look at me, and smiled.
"It's not so bad, Bellie! Just think of all the new friends you'll make!" Amelia said, putting a piece of my wavy, auburn hair behind my ear. I frowned, and silently followed my parents into the house.
"Mom, Mickey is trying to bite me again!" Wailed Kylee, and Belle sighed.
"Shut up! Mom, where's my room?"
"Don't tell me to shut up! Ow! Mickey, stop biting my ankle!"
"I be dinosaur! That why I bite! Graaa!"
"That is enough." Amelia shouted, and rubbed her temples. Lucas came up behind her, and kissed the top of her head.
"You're trying," He murmured to her, then he cleared his throat and looked at us. His dark brown hair was neatly combed, and he peered over his black rimmed glasses.
"Dad, I'm gonna go find my room," I informed him, and ran up the carpeted stairs. As I slowly walked down the hallway, I was glad we bought the house. That meant I could paint or style my room however I wanted it. The first door was the bathroom, and I sighed as I looked pathetically at the stand up shower. That was connected to my parents room.
'Good,' I thought, 'Let them have the crappy bathroom, with the crappy stand up shower.' I approached another door, and cautiously opened it. As I stared, blankly around the room, I sighed.
'Yep, this is it. Plain, and boring. As usual. Well, not for long,' The walls were white. I had a full sized bed, with pale, pink sheets. There was a large brown dresser in one corner, on top of it was a medium sized TV, and in the other corner was a desk. I eyed a door near the dresser, and knew this had to be the closet. Hesitantly, I reached a hand towards the gold doorknob. I quickly flung it open, and stared into the darkness.
"This is.. bigger then I expected," I told myself, and for a minute, I felt scared. I felt like the 5 year old, afraid of the monsters in the closet. It was too dark, and my instincts were to run away. Run away, Belle. A strong, firm voice in my head advised. This made my heart ached as I recognized the voice- my friend and crush from Illinois. His name was Spencer, and he was always looking out for me. Belle! Don't go in that closet, Belle. I don't want to lose you. At first, I felt like I was some insane person, what, hearing voices in my head. But I slowly backed away, and closed the closet door.
"I'm insane," I simply told myself, and sat down on my bed. I felt jittery, and turned on the TV. I glanced out the window that was across from my bed, and saw movement. I jumped, but then looked closer. It was our neighbor's house, and there was an attractive boy in the window. I opened the blinds all the way, and pretended to look out the window in interest. I glanced at the window, where I found the boy staring at me. He didn't look too kind, and the way he stared at me was unnerving. When we made awkward eye contact, I looked away and blushed. I looked back, and he was still staring at me.
"Weird," I murmured, and sighed. I got up, and left my room. I could still feel his eyes on me, however, and I headed down the stairs.
"Love my room," I said flatly, as I watched Amelia attempt to pry Mickey from Kylee's leg. She grunted, and Lucas smiled at me.
"That's wonderful, sweetie. Why don't you go meet the neighbors while Mom, uh, gets Mickey away from Kylee?" He offered, and I gladly took the opportunity to investigate that strange boy.
"Alright, I got my phone if Mickey rips Kylee's leg off," I called, and left the house. I stood outside, and pulled my waist-length hair into a pony-tail, and looked down at my outfit. I wore gray skinny jeans, and a green t-shirt, with a black sweat shirt over it. I had to admit, I looked terrible, but I marched over to the house and rang the doorbell.
"Oh, hello!" A short, plump woman answered the door, and she smiled gratefully. A taller man appeared behind her, also smiling.
"Hey, I'm Belle Waters, my family and I just moved in next door. My family would be here but, uh, we're still trying to.. unpack. My father suggested I come over here to introduce myself, since I was finished and whatnot," I added a large smile, and rocked back and forth on my heels.
"How lovely! Well, I'm Maria, this is Jon, and I have a son about you're age, I don't know where he is," Maria turned around, and with a loud shriek, she called, "Oi! Samuel, Ven aquí ahora y cumplir con el vecino nuevo y hermoso!" (Come down here now, and meet the beautiful new neighbor)
I blushed slightly, and heard a shuffling, and a few bangs.
"TALK IN SPANISH ONE MORE TIME AND I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE!" Samuel shouted, as he came down the stairs. He grew stiff as he looked at me, and he inspected me.
"Hi," He said sharply, and he looked down at his small, spanish mother. "Is that all?"
"Samuel, isn't she just beautiful?" She cried, clasping her hands together. Sam stared at me with a look, that said two things. "I'm sorry," and "She's an idiot."
"Gorgeous," He said, sarcasm thick in his voice. Maria began shrieking something in Spanish at him, and he just stared at her with a bored expression. Sam was pretty tall, and had gorgeous brown hair, that fell to his eyebrows. His eyes were green, and striking. Every time he looked at me, my knees felt weak. He wore a white tank top, with black pajama pants.
"Well, it was nice to meet you all, but I should get back now," I quickly said, realizing he noticed how I stared at him.
"Oh, Belle Darling! Let Sam help you unpack!" Maria said quickly, tugging on my arm.
"No, it's okay, really," I said, and escaped out the front door.
I don't like him, Belle. Stay away. Stay away! I grunted as Spencer in my head warned me to stay away from the attractive boy. I couldn't possibly do that. Never.

Later that night, I moved my desk so I could sit down and look directly out the window. I pretended to do some writing, and every now and then I'd glance at the unsuspecting Sam, who sat in his room with his back to me. When he suddenly turned around, I stared at my desk and moved the pencil in my hand to make it look like I was writing.
"He better not think I'm spying on him," I said to myself, and I noticed he was staring at me as I spoke to myself. I quickly took out my phone, and pretended it was on speaker. I then picked it up so he could see, and put on a puzzled face.
"What?" I said quietly into my phone. I pretended to have a conversation for a while, and I was still talking when I didn't realize Sam was gone.
"Who're you talking to?" Amelia shouted through the door.
"Oh, Spencer!" I said quickly, and pressed the phone up to my ear, feeling embarrassed.

~The Beginning~ Introduction

I was born in Springfield, Illinois. A cool summer day; June 8th, 1994. The time was about 9:00am, and I couldn't ask for a better time, and day. My mother, Amelia Waters, was painting before she went into labor. She was painting a cherry tree, which are my favorites.
"Oh, Lucas!" She moaned, clutching her stomach, where I was wriggling with excitement. It was time. "I think my water just broke, honey,"
"What?!" Lucas screamed, running into the living room. "Okay, stay calm, STAY CALM!" He was at his wit's end, and he started running about the house.
"Honey, I'll be in the car," Amelia said, and slowly climbed in the front seat.
***
8 hours later, I was the wriggling bundle of joy in my mother's arms.
"I'm calling her Belle," Amelia said. It wasn't an option, my mother usually got what she wanted. And this, was a fact.
"She's amazing," Lucas whispered, looking at me gently. My big, gray eyes stared up at him in wonder, but then I realized how tired I was. My eyelids felt like 10 pounds, then 40, then 90, then.. I was out.
When I was finally brought home, it was quite surprising. I wasn't so needy, like all the other babies. I slept when my parents slept, woke up between 3-6 am for a bottle and a diaper change if needed, and I hardly wailed. This, of course, led my parents to believe that having children wasn't so bad as they thought. But I was a miracle, of course, so when they had Mickey, my 4 year old brother, and Kylee, my 6 year old sister, they were dead wrong.
I was 11 when Amelia gave birth to Kylee, and I swear to god that kid could not stop crying. I don't know why they didn't stop there, but then came Mickey, when I was 14. Kylee was only 3 then, so I was in hell. A living hell, with a newborn and a toddler who both needed Mommy & Daddy. Needless to say, I was forgotten.
Until Kylee turned 5, and I turned 16. I got my license, and a small, blue truck.
"Mommy, I want a truck!" Kylee protested, as I ran towards my blue beauty.
"Mom, I love it!" I shouted, and smiled, realizing if I got angry I could just get in, and drive away.
"You're welcome! And Kylee, shush! Go inside and play with Barry," My mother said, referring to Kylee's hamster.
But when the end of September rolled around, we moved. My mother made us move to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. And that, was when my life ended.