Lost

Chapter 1

Belle's POV

3 Weeks later...

"Bye Mommy!" I reach up to hug my mother once again and squeeze her tight, so tight that someoen might think I didn't want her to leave me. This might be because it's true. I don't want her to go. At first I thought thiswas going to be fun, but lately I've been missing my mother and father. I'm sure if I told my grandmother she  would talk to my parents about it and maybe they wouldn't have to go to work so often, but the words my grandmother uttered a few weeks ago still haunt me. I realized that the best thing to do, would be to act the same everyday-this way no change could ever occur in my life. My life's perfect just the way it is.

"Oh dear, it seems like it's pouring hard out there." my grandmother comments as she looks out her white paned window to see splatters of raindrops hit the glass.

"And on your birthday too." My dad kisses my forhead and then I remember...It's my birthday. I finally turn 7! I would have remembered, but the days are too alike for me to tell the difference and my birthday would probably be like any other day, why wouldn't it be? 

"Do you have to go?" I mumble glumly as I finger the lace on my pink birthday dress.

"I'm sorry Belle,but we have work and a little rain isn't going to stop us." My dad kneels down and holds me tight as he softly whispers the words that I didn't want to hear.

"Okay." I mumble back and just like that...my parents leave ...on my birthday.

"Dont' worry love, we can bake a cake here just for your brithday. How's that sound?" My grandmother holds my hand as she is about to pull em towards her kitchen.

"I don't feel like it grandma." I shake my head and then this odd feeling stirs inside of me. I felt sad.

"Aww. Don't be sad. We can have a great birthday party here, with all your friends!" My grandmother slowly walks to the end of the room where my backpack lays and reaches inside to pull out the head of my favorite teddy bear named Bearenstein.

"Bearenstein doesn't want to have a party." I shake my head again and try to hold the tears inside of me, for I refused to cry. I am 7 years old and 7-year olds don't cry. I am a big girl now, after all.

"Belle, you know your parents would love to be with you and they will. They'll be back at noon to pick you up; then you get to spend the rest of your day with your parents." my grandmother tries to reassure me, but I hardly pay attention to her words because I am too busy feeling sorry for myself.

I waddle away to the couch, where I gladly sit down and try to think happier thoughts.

Grandma's right. All I have to do is wait until 12 o' clock and then I can have a real birthday. That's only a couple hours away...I can wait. 

"Belle, everything is going to be fine. You'll see." my grandmother sits down beside me as she comforts me with her wide words. She sits me down on her lap and we stay in that position for hours in complete silence, while the rain beats down on us all.

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so sad.. :(

I'll be posting another chapter tonight.

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