Meet Belle

Entry Four

Sept. 16, 2015

It still hurts. I fell downstairs while doing my chores. It was a real accident this time. Not one of those accidents where Mr. Taylor's hand accidentally hits me too hard or one of Mrs. Taylor's feet accidentally kicking me a little too rough, no, this one, was my own doing. I was cleaning the stairs with a rag when I suddenly tripped on my foot and fell.

I am more than a little used to getting scrapes and bruises so it wouldn't have mattered if only Gared wasn't in the way. I fell right on him when I tripped, my hands were trembling as I tried my best to get up, but it seems I twisted my ankle when I fell. The pain was nothing compared to my other injuries, courtesy of course of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, but no matter what pain you have dealt with, may it be unbearable or just a light scratch you will never be immune to it. Trust me on that one.

Gared is the first honor in my class; he is the most popular guy in school and the student council president. You can't say anything bad about Gared because there is none...He's perfect! I may not talk to him or anybody else for that matter but it's kind of hard not to know a person when you see his face every day. He's in my class, on the walls in the hallways, and at my house from time to time since his father is a business associate of Mr. Taylor.

Hey, Notebook I have a secret, every time I see Gared I feel like, his eyes shine like the stars, his face resembles that of an angel, I always wonder if I'm imagining him. He always looks so prim and proper. He's also scary sometimes, he has this dangerous aura around him. It may be because of how his brows go higher; he just looks like a fighter for me. But his touch couldn't be any lighter, and my heart skips a beat whenever he's around. Actually, it does it too just from his memory alone, the image of those blue eyes can never be forgotten. Please don't tell anyone this, Notebook. I don't want Mr. and Mrs. Taylor to repeat what they did before with Jason. I felt the exact same way with him when I was eleven.

So, you can probably see why I was so humiliated when I tripped in front of him, but him being Gared, he just smiled at me and helped me up. That was the first time anyone has ever helped me and would probably be the last too. Gared didn't just help me stand though, he carried me to the sofa in the center of the living room and massaged my ankle. I guess he saw through my facade, which I wasn't doing intentionally. I just have this automatic urge to hide my pain in front of others, and I guess it was trained in me. That is how Mr. and Mrs. Taylor found us and to add to my humiliation, Gared's father was with them, Mr. Johnsons. I shivered in fear thinking that I would definitely be punished for this one but instead of frowns, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were smiling as if this is exactly what they wanted. I thought that maybe they're only trying to act in front of others, but when Gared and Mr. Johnson's left, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor couldn't praise me enough for "a job well done" which I didn't understand at all but instead of waiting there with my head down, waiting for the next strike I excused myself immediately and wrote on you.

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POEM:

His eyes shined like the stars

His face resembled that of an angel

I wonder if I imagined him

He looked so proper so prim

Yet somehow he smells of danger

It may be his brow that went higher

He just looked like a fighter

Yet his touch couldn't be any lighter

My heart skipped beats

Just from his memory alone

The image of those blue eyes

Cannot be undone