normal family

Chapter One (Bella)

bella:

Hi. My name is Bella. I am apart of a family of four. My mother, Pamela. My father, William. And of course my brother Michael. My brother is the most popular boy in my school. Everyone loves him. And me? Oh I'm not popular at all. I'm the complete opposite. I only have one friend, and that's Hannah. I've known her since second grade. All the girls at school are in love with my brother. But not Hannah. She's special.
But today is different. I woke up and I didn't see my brother anywhere. I saw my mother in the kitchen and said, "have you seen Michael?"
My mom looked at me with her light blue eyes and glared. "Didn't I tell you not to ask stupid questions? He's at school. Like a good boy."
I sighed and nodded. I took my backpack from the hook and walked out onto the hot pavement. I began walking to school. I usually met up with Hannah half way, but today she wasn't there. I assumed she was sick so I just kept walking.
When I arrived at school I saw a big group of people. I wondered what it was. I usually ignored stuff like this, so I just went to class. While I was walking, I saw Hannah. Not just Hannah though, another girl. Her eyes were dark. Very dark, and she had jet black hair.
"Hey Hannah! Where were you this morning?" I asked.
Hannah looked at the black-haired girl then back at me. "I was busy. Sorry Bella." She said.
I smiled, trying to tell her it was alright. She just looked at me, and motioned the other girl to follow her. "Where are you guys going?" I ask.
"I'm just showing her around. I'll see you in class."
I nodded. She proceeded to walk away with her new friend. I wasn't jealous, I was just confused why she was acting so weird.
When I arrived to class, my partner, Layla, was finishing our science project. She wasn't exactly my friend, but we get along, and I could ask her about drama.
"Hey Layla!" I said, sitting down.
"Hey Bella! You like the finishing touches on the project?"
We were making the classic volcano since we didn't have any other ideas. Layla added these tiny little orange and red flakes that looked like little bits of magma.
"Yeah! It looks great!" I said.
"Thanks!" Layla said, standing up to look at her finished project.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, still looking at the project.
"What's up?"
"What was that big crowd about earlier?"
"Your brother. He was just doing some cool tricks with his skateboard. Well, not really cool. Some kids thought it was."
I nodded, not very surprised. My brother usually showed off to people during school. Most girls thought it was amazing, but me and Layla agreed that he was pretty dumb.
After class, I decided I'd try and find Hannah, because we always walk to English together.
While walking through the halls, I saw that black haired girl again. I walked up to her and said, "hey! Have you seen Hannah?"
The girl nodded. "Yes, she's by her locker. Maybe you should talk to her. She's been upset all day."
"Oh. Do you know why?" I asked, really confused. Hannah was never sad.
The girl shook her head. "She told me that it was just a bad day."
I looked at the girl, then down at my feet. Tears started to well in my eyes. Hannah, my best friend for eight years, rarely ever sad, was having a bad day. I was so sad.
"What's your name anyway? Why have I never seen you?" She said, trying to crouch down to see my face.
I looked up and sighed, wiping my nose with my sleeve. "Bella."
"My name is Paris. Again, why haven't I ever seen you?"
"Because you're new. Aren't you?" I said.
"Well, yes. But I've been here for a week. I thought I'd probably see you by now."
I shrugged. I didn't really want to speak to her anymore. I wanted to know why Hannah was really sad. "I'm gonna go look for Hannah. I'll see you later, Paris. Thanks for telling me about Hannah."
Paris nodded reassuringly, smiling. I smiled back, running off down the hallway to find my best friend.