Bella De Loome

Part 1

"I never thought life could be so hard," I sighed into the mirror. Margaret was tightening my corset and Lacey was platting my hair. Lacey was what you would call an average hair dresser, although because we were rich and living like Victorians, Lacey would be known as our slave. I don't think much of Lacey being our slave; she's a nice girl and she deserves someone special. When I look at Lacey I always remember how she used to make me happy through the days when my mother died; she used to try to make me laugh, smile, play and most importantly get over my mother's death. I knew I would never get over my mother's death but sometimes I just don't feel a wince of pain come over me, I'm fine, I don't grieve over my mother's death much like my father does, the simplest things could make me happy, but for today's outlook on life, life couldn't be any worse.

After Lacey had finished with my hair and my corset was fully tightened I walked down the stairs for breakfast. I could smell the lovely aroma of Pancakes with honey swirls, my father baked to perfection, the honey swirls my father made were by far better than the honey swirls our maid makes in the mornings when my father is at work in the factory. He usually tends to complement our maid on the way the honey blends so well with the pastry, but as a matter of fact, he knows that his are so much better despite his best efforts to be modest and not brag about such things. I was hovering above the first step down to the bottom when my phone buzzed. I wonder who that could be now, but as I picked up my phone I knew that it was an emergency.

"Bella, hey babe, how are you?" - From that instant I knew it was Becky asking me for something. Becky is a perfect blonde/brunette girl. She's been my best friend since we were both tots but for some strange reason we don't really talk as much anymore. Anyway I hurriedly pulled on my rain coat and started to walk down the stairs.

"I'm fine thank you, and you?"

"I'm fine Bella love, but I really have a huge favour to ask you!" - All was too good to be true. I instantly stopped in the middle of the stairs and leaned against the wall while all too cockily I said: "And what would that be this time Becky love?" - I had just remembered that I had dragged my raincoat down the stairs with me so I must change from my corset. I didn't intend on wearing this lovely pink dress out in the rain although I didn't intend on wearing it out of the house anyway, I always wore it inside of our house because we were modern day Victorians and I didn't want to offend father, however, when going out it was another matter because I wanted to fit in with people and I wanted to have friends although, I always made sure to wear my antique clock necklace around my neck when going out to places. That was when I stopped in my tracks, I still hadn't had Becky's answer so I quickly looked at my phone and saw she had hung up and sent a quick text that read:

Sorry to bother you Bella but it doesn't matter now, I can ask Sally. - Sally was Becky's almost best friend who she hung around with a lot, and by a lot I mean practically 24/7, they were always together and wherever they were, boys were, so I would be sure to find the "popular" boys with them. This was one of the many reasons why I was happy to break from our friendship a bit and wasn't offended. I didn't want to be seen hanging around with "popular" boys and I certainly didn't want a boyfriend. Not now, not ever really. After having all this hassle this morning I couldn't make do with having it all from a boy as well! Quickly putting my coat back on its hanger and adjusting my mirror before hanging my clothes back in their place I started my walk down the stairs only for my nose to be filled with this sweet aroma from the pancakes and honey swirls once again.

It wasn't long until I was at the kitchen door peering in cautiously, trying not to get caught when father sneaked up behind me and embraced me into one of his girly hugs. My father was a sucker for hugs, whenever he saw me home and safe he wanted to hug me. It was as if we were actually living in the Victorian era and he was afraid that I would catch some sort of plague from the black mice. Well as if that wasn't enough father always insisted that we do something together on a Saturday morning and here I am stood in the doorway having a hug from my father as I was waiting for my pancakes and honey swirls to cool.  

"So what do you want to do today my dear?" - Today was Saturday in case you haven't noticed and my father refers to me as dear because ever since I lost my mother at a young age, he wants to make every moment precious between his self and I and he wants to make every moment worthwhile. So as I scoffed another piece of pancake into my mouth and downed some of my drink, (Berry juice), I found myself short of an answer.

"I... Ugh... Don't actually know father," Came my reply. I was never usually short of an answer however, today I was. After having so many thoughts and disturbances today I wasn't exactly sure why, all I knew was that I needed to get out and go somewhere. Good thing it was Saturday I guess.

"Why don't we go for a walk around Princess Park Bella, you look like you need it..." Father's voice trailed off and I realised that he hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly, but to tell you the honest truth I knew that I looked like I needed a walk and I knew that would be the right place to go to clear my head of this morning's events.

I finished my last mouthful of my honey swirl and downed the remainder of my drink and I straightened my corset and lifted myself down off my chair and onto the floor.

"I'll be back in a few minutes father. I just need to get changed and grab a few things."

"That's alright with me, my precious sweet heart. I'll just be minding my own business I guess. Just shout me if you need anything."

My father was lovely. He was so understanding, and what he meant by he'll be minding his own business is reading that Jimmy Carter book of his. I bought it him last Christmas and he loves it. He says that he can't possibly waste any time and he must read it virtually every minute of every day besides when he's working, so I guess, so far so good seen as my father enjoys it.   

I walked upstairs to my room and gathered the right clothes for mine and fathers walk in Princess Park and that consisted of: Black Jeans, A rolling stones t-shirt and Black puma pumps and of course my marvellous baby pink raincoat, I couldn't go out in the rain without it, especially on a day like today when it had taken Lacey hours to do my hair into the perfect bun. My hair wasn't very co-operative in the morning, especially ones like this. My hair would always stick out; no wonder Lacey used like half a bottle of hair spray on it this morning... She said she was perfecting it, although I knew that she was trying her hardest to make sure that any pieces of hair didn't stick out and they were tucked away tidily. With that said I got changed into today's walking outfit and took one last glance in the mirror to make sure that everything was alright. I finally checked my hair to see it was perfect and then I put my hood up trying to be sure that I wouldn't catch any pearls on my hair clip as Lacey had spent her entire moneys worth trying to find the perfect pearl hair clip for my hair when doing a bun with it. I felt very grateful for Lacey's actions and soon I knew that I needed to repay her by taking her to Starbucks - This was practically the one coffee shop Lacey hadn't been to in her entire life! None the less I waltzed out of my room and down the stairs only to be greeted by my father and his kind words:

"What took you so long Bella? I've been worried sick. I thought that you'd fallen down the toilet or something. I was going to send a maid up stairs to the bathroom to see that you were alright and was just checking the pipe works." - My father’s sarcasm was sometimes funny, like today. I laughed at his lovely words and skipped across the room having been put in a brighter mood due to my father’s weird, yet funny sarcastic remarks. Grabbing the keys from the counter and an apple from the bowl I turned and headed for the front door with father trundling closely behind.