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...
I've made some changes and I'll be making more once this story is completed. Isabella is a year younger than Bellamy, but they still share the same birthday. Isabella is a Junior and Bellamy is a senior.
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My birthday party had to be one of the best parties ever. Seeing of my friends and family together, the love of my life and his family laughing and joking with mine, it warmed my heart.
It's been a week since then and the world seems a lot more brighter. My nights aren't as restless, the entire week I've only had one nightmare.
Just one.
Only one.
And that one night Angel was there to hold me and let me cry myself to sleep again in his arms. Since then I haven't had another one.
I start school today again, but I won't be going back to my old school. Instead I'm going to a private school with a lot more security. I'm still home so I didn't have a problem with it, I still see my friends daily.
I also talk to Azura everyday. We talk for hours until she falls asleep with the phone in her little hands. Then her Mom takes the phone and thanks me for everything.
Of course, I have to be fashionably late. Not.
I stare at the uniform in disgust. I can style this somehow. It was a burgundy skirt, beige button up, and burgundy blazer that I bought a size up for an oversized look.
I did my makeup before putting my hair into a low side part puff with burgundy bow. I put on my tie before sliding on some rings (including the one Roger gifted me) and bracelets.
I sit on my bed to slide on beige knee high socks and black platform Mary Janes. Lastly, I spray on perfume before grabbing my bag and leaving my room, making my way downstairs.
As soon as Mocha's eyes met mine he dashed towards me, jumping and licking my hand.
"Hey boy," I scratched behind him ear, giggling.
"Bellamy," Mama crossed her arms, raising a brow at me. I stand up straight and shrug.
"I told you, I'm always late," She rolls her eyes before tossing me an apple.
"I might be able to get you there in time to receive your schedule," She says, leading me out the door. Dad had already went to work, but will be back home in time for dinner.
Mama said that she'll be taking me to school, and this weekend Kayson's going to teach me how to drive. I've had my drivers permit since I was 16 but never learned how to drive. I renewed it every time my expiration date was close.
