normal family

Chapter 2 (Bella)

After finding Hannah's locker, I saw her sitting there with my brother. I was shocked. Why was a Hannah with Michael?
I walked up to Hannah and said, "why are you with him?"
Hannah looked at me, shocked. "Cause he's a good friend."
I looked at Hannah, then at Michael. "Micheal, why are you being nice all of a sudden? Especially to a girl! You're the biggest player I know!"
Michael's mouth was wide open. He didn't know what to say. He looked at Hannah.
"Leave us alone, Bella. She's had a bad day."
I looked at both of them. They both looked shocked and angry. I couldn't believe it. Hannah is actually friends with my brother?
For the rest of the day I felt guilty about thinking it was weird that Hannah and Michael were friends. Hannah was my friend. Not my brothers. Right?
When I got home that day, my dad was sitting on the couch, his arms in the air, screaming at the TV.
"You're team sucks! This whole TV is terrible!" He screamed, throwing his beer bottle at the TV.
I stay there looking at him, screaming, until finally he noticed me.
"What are you looking at?" He yelled, "Go upstairs and do your homework instead of being stupid!"
I blinked the tears away and ran into my room. I shut the door quickly, and ran to my desk, throwing my backpack onto my lap, slamming my binder onto my hard desktop.
I began doing my work, writing with egression. I was so mad that my pencil snapped in the middle of writing a sentence.
While sharpening my pencil, my mom walked in. "I heard you gave your father additude earlier. Explain."
I turned around on my chair, to look at my mother's stern face.
"I-I..mom, I didn't do anything. Dad threw his beer bottle at the TV. I was scared, so I just stood there."
"And then?"
I just sat there. I wanted to scream but I knew I couldn't, especially in front of my mom.
"And then? Say something idiot!" She screamed.
"I-I ran upstairs."
My mother's light blue eyes look as if they were going to pop out of her head. She was staring at me so hard, I was surprised she didn't blink.
"No dinner for you. You're a liar. Consider this a warning. Never lie to your mother ever again." She said, slamming the door behind her.
I tried holding back my tears but I couldn't. Everyone thinks we're so perfect, but we're not. We're the complete opposite.
Later that night, my brother came into my room. "Hey Bella. I heard about what happened with dad and stuff, and I decided that I'd bring you some dinner."
I sat on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I didn't want to look at him after what happened with Hannah. She's my friend. Not his.
"Why are you so angry? I didn't do anything to you." He said.
I turned my head towards him, glaring.
"You know what you did, Michael. You took Hannah. She's my friend."
Michael slammed the plate onto my desk.
"I did not! You don't own her Bella!"
"I know that! But you can't be friends with her! Siblings can't have the same friends!"
Michael looked at me, his eyes wide.
"Fine then. I never wanted you as my sister. You're a brat. An ungrateful brat. I hate you." He said, taking the plate off my desk.
"Michael I didn't mean-"
"Save it for someone who cares, Bella. No wonder mom hates you." He said, walking out with the plate full of food.
After everything, I finally decided I'd just sleep all the stress off. I wrapped my warm sheets around me and sat in silence. I began drifting into a deep sleep, where no stress is.