Pretty girl (GOT7 BamBam FF

Chapter 1~

Aella's POV...

"WE HAVE BEEN WAITING UP ALL NIGHT FOR YOU TO COME HOME!! AELLA!!!" JaeBum screams in my ear.

"I WISH YOU COULD BE MORE LIKE BAMBAM AND YUGYEOM!!! I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE EVER EVEN TOUCHED A BOOK BEFORE!!"

I roll my eyes at his uneffective lecture.

Hi! I'm Im Aella and younger sister of JaeBum aka Guy who will not stop comparing me with BamBam and Yugyeom. I know, creative name? I came up with it. I was born on the 12th June, leaving me 17 to this day. I live with JaeBum and the rest of GOT7 because my parents couldn't handle me anymore so they sent me to live with JaeBum. I'm known by IGOT7's as 'Pretty Girl.' I hate being called it because no one knows what I have been through and why I am like the way I am. Whenever I try talk to JaeBum about my problems, he walks away and leaves and he's the only one I feel comfortable with other than Jackson. Jackson and I are pretty close, heck, he's more of a brother than JaeBum to me. We tell eachother everything.... Almost everything.... I don't tell him that I'm a street-fighter or a street-racer because he would tell JaeBum and that would end up in a fight. Jackson also knows about my past, that Papa turned into an alcoholic and my Māmā began cheating on him and changed to an abusive mess after JaeBum left. The real reason they kicked me out, is because they saw me saw me dancing, and heard me singing and they didn't like that. JaeBum is the golden child, he got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it with no hesitation from HIS parents.

I have slightly wavy hair that reaches just past my shoulders and it's a mild blue which JaeBum absolutely hates because he thinks it 'draws attention.'
I have deep chocolate eyes that only Jackson and I can see through to my broken-heart.
I have pink plump lips that are naturally rosy and barely ever get chapped.
I have a tummy button piercing that has a resemblance of a dream-catcher but blue and yes, my favourite colour is blue.

I have a tattoo sleeve of an owl with a padlock around its neck and its claws were grasping the key while there was a delicate rose at the foot of my tattoo.