Fiction or Non - Fiction?

Chapter One

It's strange waking up from an amazing dream. It's hard to tell whether or not it just happened. Last night I dreamt that the hottie from school, Stefan Tracoy, asked me out and we went to the cinema and he made 'the move' on me. It was perfect. Then, just as he leaned in and caressed my cheek with his warm hands, biting his lip in a seductive way and closing his eyes, I woke up to the annoying sound of my 6:30 alarm clock ringing in my ears. And just like that, it was all over. I know nothing could happen between us becaue he's the athletic type that gets invited to all the parties and could get away with muder, whereas I couldn't run a mile if a bear was chasing me and I definitely do NOT get invited to parties. To be invited or even thought about you have to be friends with Ashley Fontana, the queen bee of the school. Anyone, who is anyone, at my school is friends with Ashley. Her dad is Michael Fontana; of Fontana Records.

Stefan and Ashley are meant to get together, not because of religion or anything, but because that's the way our school works; the most popular guy goes out with the most popular girl, it's just how it is. My bestfriend Dylan Campbell and I always joke about what it would be like to go to one of the parties, in my head I always get with Stefan. Dylan knows I like Stefan, but he always tells me it's pointless crushing over him, which i know is true, but as a best friend he should be encouraging me, not telling me to give up straight away. But i can't get angry at Dylan, he's been there for me ever since my brother and I went to our first foster home, back when i was seven. You see, my mum left us after my brother was born and, well, my dad couldnt cope. They had one of those relationships that lasted all through University and then they got married, but didnt really get to fulfil anything they wanted to do, then i came along, then my brother and my mum wanted out. My dad on the other hand just tuned out of everything, the only time he ever spoke to me was to say 'Get me that bottle' or 'Where's the ligh'er?'

My brother and i spent a year in a house with loads of other kids and then we got 'picked' by Michael and Joanna Riggs. They can't have children so they have to deal with Kieron and me. To be fair they missed out on all the pooing and crying at the begining and they do look after us, but I feel like we are the two that they got stuck with; like the last two picked in gym class and the team captain just has to deal with it. But i dont complain about it, I've got an amazing friend, I go to a really good school, I'm basically allowed to go out when I want as long as i follow the basic ground rules, I have good grades, I'm generally very lucky and, without sounding stuck up, I like the way I look, yes i suppose my stomach could be more toned or my boobs could be bigger, but seriously, why would I stress about silly things like that? If someone doesn't like me because of the way I look then they don't know what they are missing out on!

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'Bella! Bella, are you up?'

'Yes! I'll be down in a sec.' Every morning Joanna makes me my breakfast, Special K with strawberries and blueberries. She doesnt let me go to school without my breakfast, it's my brain food as she likes to say.

'Bella, breakfast is on the table.'

'I'm just coming!' I always eat with Keiron in the morning because Joanna makes his breakfast too, so she just makes them at the same time. 'Hey mum, can you give me a lift to school today?'

'Are you not walking with Dylan?'

'No, meeting him at school. Oi keiron, pass the sugar please?'

'Yeah I can. Keiron do you want a lift?' As Keiron passed the sugar he just did a little grunt to signal that he would like a lift. He is going through that 'I'm just turning into a teenager' stage and is constantly moody. 'Keiron, do you want a lift or not?'