I Hate You (Fred Weasley Story)

Chapter 1-A Normal Family of Misfits

Belle's POV
      
       I was walking to the market with my older brother, Ark, and my sister, Sydney, jumping with excitement as it was to be my birthday in three days. My birthday fell on the end July.

       Ark pushed me gently, "Bellie? Can you hear me?"

       I looked at him with a small smile. "Sorry, I was thinking about my birthday...again."

       Sydney rolled her eyes, glancing around the streets. "Can you two stop talking? I'm trying to find Kat and I can't focus with you two blabbering."

       I suppressed a laugh. My sister was always this way but I was used to it now. "Syd, we are just talking. And Kat can wait, so why does it matter?"

       Ark laughed loudly. "Atta girl, Belle! Show her who's boss!"

       I grinned. My bright blue eyes shine out against my dark brown, curly hair. I looked nothing like my siblings. They all had bright blonde hair and striking emerald green eyes. They were all flawless and I was nothing. I was ugly compared to them. No matter what mother said.

       I sighed as my siblings and I reached the marketplace. Now, just to make it through the day.

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       After we finished at the market, my mother came to pick us up, my younger brother already sitting in the car. I climbed into the backseat next to August who was reading a book.

       My mother smiled. "There's my beautiful blue eyed girl. How was the market Bellie?"

       I looked out the window. "Okay." A small pause. "Mom?"

       She looked back at me. "Yes dear?"

       I took a deep breath. "Are you...um, are you my real mother?"

       It was silent for a while. I looked over and dreaded the look my mother had on her face. "Um, Bellie, I'm not sure you are old enough to talk about this."

       I frowned. "Why not?"

      She sighed. "Just, forget about it for now. Let's go home." She drives off as I sit in the back, confused.

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       When we got home, I ran up to my room, not saying a word to anyone. I closed the door, locking it. I sighed and picked up the picture of my family when we took special photos for Easter this year. I smiled at the memory. I may overreact sometimes but family is important to me and if these people aren't my real family...who is?

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THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED ON MAY 7th, 2020