Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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I woke up to the sound of my loud ass alarm and to being brutally beaten by a soft pillow.
"Bellamy Jackson! Shut your stupid alarm off!" Isabella shouted.
"Okay, stop!" I shouted back, before angrily snatching the pillow and chucking it at her head.
I turned off the alarm just as I heard her huff and turn the other way to fall asleep. I stare at her in envy.
Must be nice to be able to sleep all nice and comfortable without having to go to school the next day.
I drag myself out of bed and went to my closet to pick out something to wear. When I was done without my morning routine I sat at my vanity to do my hair and makeup.
I think I'll take out my braids tomorrow.
After I was done with my makeup I checked the time to see that I was a little early, surprisingly. I grab my stuff before leaving my room and headed downstairs.
"Good morning!" Abuelita exclaimed, making me wince. There was loud mexican music playing and most of the family was awake.
"Good morning," I said back with a warm smile.
"Would you like some breakfast, mija?" She asked, I shake my head as I grab an apple from the basket.
"Already got some," I raised the apple, she frowned at me.
"That's all? Just one measly apple?" She asks, I take a bite out of it as I nod.
"Here, have some bacon," Abuelita handed me a plastic bowl full of bacon.
"I can't finish this by myself," I frowned, she smiled at me.
"Well, give some to your friends. Now go on, before you're late," She waved me off, I smiled and nodded and turned to walking away.
I took a few steps before stopping, and turning to face her.
"Abuelita," I called out softly.
"Hm?" She answers, flipping pancakes.
"Have you heard from my parents at all? Are they coming to Thanksgiving?" I asked, she paused her movements. She turned around and gave me a sad smile.
"I'm sorry Mija. I'm not sure they'll make it," She says sadly, I slowly nodded.
"Okay, i'll see you later," I mumbled, before walking out the kitchen.
I hop in the car and slump back in my seat after closing the door. Roger gives me a look through the mirror.
"What's wrong, Bella?" He asks, I sighed before crossing my arms and looking out the window.
"Abuelita said my parents might not make it to Thanksgiving," I muttered.
"They're very bus-"
"That doesn't give them the right to forget that they have a whole daughter waiting for them at home!" I snapped angrily, Roger clamped his mouth shut.
