Once upon a high school

Belle

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Just a little side note from the authors!

So we thought it would be cool if we did bell again, but the picture above isn't belle, it's Giselle. Whenever we re-do a character we are most likely going to show a picture of a character who doesn't have there own chapter.

So, that's all! Enjoy.

By the way my tumblr is: painted-balloon
-Kay and Nic
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Tumblr should be illegal.

But if it was illegal, I would probably still be obsessed.

I was reading a rant when I heard my dad call me down. I jumped off of my bed and leaped down the stairs to see my dad looking distressed with his eyebrows furrowed. He was typing frantically on his old chunky laptop that he got in the early two thousands. I don't know how it still survives.

"You called me?" I grabbed an apple and plopped down in a chair. He was still typing until I threw a chunk of my fruit at him. He jumped in surprise as I raised my eyebrow.

"Well?"

"Okay, so the good news is that one of my products is finally ready for release-"

"Oh my God really?! Congrats Dad!" I jumped and gave him a tight hug. My dad has been trying to sell his invention for years, and now he finally got the chance. Why was he so stressed?

"Thanks sweetie," he smiled. "But I have to leave almost immediately, and if I want success I'm going to be gone a long time-"

"Wait, how long?" I interrupted. I was guessing a week, maybe two.

"Well, a month or two... But the longer I'm gone the better chance I get!"

"Yeah I know. It's fine." Not really. I was really close to my dad, and so it was going to be really weird in this house without him. "Will you leave money for me to buy the groceries?"

"Well, that's the thing. I'm not gonna let you be here alone for that long-"

"I can stay at Giselle's house-"

"Belle-"

"Here, I'll go call her-" I stood up to leave.

"Belle!"

"Yeah?" I turned around to see my dad looking sternly at me. I slowly went back and sat down in my chair.

"Giselle's parents already have family living there for a while, so I contacted the Smiths-"

Please don't say it please don't say it

"-and you will be staying there while I'm gone."

Damn it.

"Are you FUC-"

"Belle!"

"-KING kidding me?!" No way. No way will I ever be stuck in a room with John.

"Sweetie, you know I don't like it when you swear."

I just grunted and sank down in my seat.

"Anyway, I know you have a problem with their son, but his father is a family friend. He is someone I trust, and you better be respectful."

"I know but-"

"Nope. It's already done. I'm leaving tomorrow so start packing now-"

"But dad-"

"Now!" I jumped at his loud voice. He almost never yelled at me. I ran up the stairs and slammed my door behind me.

Knowing I had no choice, I yanked my suit case's out of my closet and started throwing all of my clothes in. Suddenly I was raged with anger, wanting to get out of this house even though I'd known I would be living in a hell hole for at least two months.

I stayed up that whole night just packing and packing.

Tumblr would understand my pain.