Not Just A Doll (One Direction Love Story)

Chapter One- Beatrice and Annabelle POV

Beatrice's POV

"BEATRICE!!! THERE'S SOMETHING DOWN HERE FOR YOU!!" My mom shouted from down stairs.  I stepped away from my piano and walked down stairs.

"What mom?" I asked. She pointed to a box. I picked it up and walked back up stairs. I sat on my bed and stared at it. Who would send me something? I only have one friend and she lives next door. I opened the box. All that was in there was a doll. There was a note on the side of it. I picked it up and read it.

Dear Beatrice Evans,

This here is a Niall Horan doll from One Direction. Two people have been chosen to take a trial. You have been chosen. All you have to do is keep the doll for 4 weeks. After that you fill out the card and rate the doll. We will pay you after we receive the card back. 

Syco Records

Cool free money. I took the doll out of the box and looked at it. I got up from my bed and placed the doll behind my piano. Perfect spot for it. I don't even have to do anything with it.  I heard my door open. I turned around to see who was there. It was my pregnant sister. She's 15.

"Hey bitch.." She said throwing something at me. I didn't answer her.

"What are you doing? Pretending to be famous and that you can sing!!" She said laughing.

"Maggie leave me alone.." I said turning around.

"What was that?" She said taking a step toward me. I turned around and looked at her.

"I said LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I screamed at her. Her mouth dropped open and she took a step toward me. I didn't move. She kept taking steps toward me.

"Why don't you just do die!! No one likes you!! Why don't you understand that?!?" She yelled. She slapped me across the face.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!" I screamed at her. She laughed then left. Why can't I go back to Ireland with my grandma? I layed down on my bed, face in my pillow. I'll explain now. Well my name is Beatrice Evans. I'm 18 years old. I use to live in Ireland but my mom made us move. I love to sing and play piano. The only sport I play is bowling. My grandma pays for all the things I need and I'm thankful for that. Life is hard for me but I get threw it. My grandma says i'm strong and shes proud of me for that. I heard my door open. I lifted my head to see my friend Annabelle.

"Hey.." I said smiling weakly at her.

"Did she hit you again?" I asked. I watched her nodded. I sat up and told her to sit down. She looked around my room. Her eyes landed on the doll.

"What are you looking at?" I asked her. She doesn't really talk that much. She's really shy and i'm the only one she talks to, but she doesn't say much. She pointed at the doll. 

"Oh the doll? I got it in the mail. Its a trial and they are paying me for it." I explained. She looked at me.

"Really? I got one too.." She mumbled.

"That's weird... Oh well free money right?" I said shrugging. She chuckled lightly.

"How are you?" She mumbled. I shrugged.

"Hanging in there.." I said. She nodded. We sat there none of us talking.

"Wanna go bowling?" I asked her breaking the silences. She nodded. I grabbed my locker key and we headed out to my car. We share a bowling locker. 

We pulled into the bowling ally parking lot and we headed in side. 

"Hey girls.. Pair of lanes today?" Donna asked. I smiled and nodded.