The Change

Chapter 1

My family the Rian's just moved to New York City. We are originally from Los Angeles California. My mother is from Iceland she moves to the United States for a better life. Her family was poor so when she became 18 years old.  My father is from Minnesota. He was born and raised in a city named St. Cloud. My parents both went to California state.

My name is Bella Rose Rian. My brother is Connor Lee Rian. It's weird to think we moved across the country. My mother wanted to go back to Iceland, but we decided as a family to move to New York City.  Honestly I miss L.A. I had a very stable life there.  Even though in California we didn't have any family there but we had  but we had really close friends.

  "Bella Rain." Mr.Strome said.He is doing attendance.

  "Actually pronounced like Ryan. But with a I." I said softly. Truth be told I am scared to start here at my new school. I have no friends here and don't like new place's. I an scared they won't offer competive dante team or gymnastics. Them are the only things I really  care about and are good at.

  After my three morning classes it is lunch. Which is where I am at. A girl about my age came up and asked "Bella right?" I nodded to signal that I was Bella. " Well then Bella, could I sit here?"

  "Yeah, of course." I said as she sat down. I examined what she had on her plate. Which was an apple, some sort of aandwhich and, a water. "What type of aandwhich is that?" I asked trying to be polite.

" It's a tomato and lettuce sandwich. I try not to eat meat. My name is Alexandra but it's Alex." Alex said and took a bite of her sandwich. "You look like you are a gymnist, and a dancer. You have  the body for that." Alex said. Which is true I do have the body for a dancer and a gymnist, which is very slim.

  " I do, love it. It is the only thing I'm really good at. Back in L.A. I was one of our best. I'm rambling aren't I?" I said. Which I already knew the answer for.

  "Sorta. But you seem really passion about them." Alex said as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Honestly you seem sorta introverted, which is good because then you don't get caught up in drama. Which here it has a lot." She very quietly said, as if she wouldn't want to be heard. "So you from L.A. California?" She asked as I took a bite of disgusting cafeteria food.

  "Yeah I am, my Mother is from Iceland, her family was poorer than the common wealth, so at 18 she moved to the United States. My dad is from St. Cloud Minnesota. He just went to collage in California. They ended up meeting at collage. Then they moved to L.A. They then had me and my younger brother." I said. Alex looked interested. 

"How did you end up in The Big Apple? It's sorta a ways from California." Alex stated.

" Well my family wanted to move. My dad wanted to go back to Minnesota. My mother wanted to go back to Iceland. I didn't want to leave. My brother Connor wanted to move to Oregon, for the coast.  Somehow we settled here. But I think if I can find a good dance studio and gymnastics gym. I will like it here." I said as grabbed my water to take a drink.

  " The school does not offer Amy sort of that. No gymnastics or dance. I go do gymnastics and contemporary dance. I could show you the studios sometime. Only if you want."   She said thoughtfully. Probably trying not to scare me away.

   "Yeah, do you want to do it after school?" I asked as I quite eating the lunch I was given.  Alex nodded. "Alright I will message my mom and dad about going with you."  I said as the bell rang signaling to go to our next class. Which was Chemistry. Which I suck at.

  It turns out all my afternoon classes are with Alex and a kid named Dylan. From what I can conclude he is an "bad boy".  Dylan has said hi to me a few times which I find funny. I am just a girl who doesn't understand life.

"Bella snap out of it!" was all I heard. I seen fingers snapping at my face. After I could see clearly I concluded that Dylan was the one making sure I was not dead. Clearly I was not.

  "I am okay. Just had a quick black out. Nothing that hasn't happened before." I replied before any questions arose.

  Dylan pulled me out of the classroom. "Bella what the fuck was that! You just blacked out for 20 minutes. You act like it has happened before!"  Dylan actually sounded concerned.

  "I have blacked before but not like that. Honestly I don't know why I blacked like that." I said honestly. I have blacked more than one time. It happened a lot during gymnastics.

  "Bells you need to go to the doctor. I will even bring you. You can't just not worry." Dylan wasn't lying I should probably get this checked out. I just don't want to already start go a to a new doctor.

  "Fine. I will go. But you don't need to bring me. But you can." I responded

   "Okay. Your parents will understand why you left early." Dylan said as he was entering the classroom to tell the teacher that we were leaving. He came back out about 10 minutes later. Dylan led me to his car. "Have you told your parents that you had to leave?" Which if course I nodded. "The closest hospital is about 20 minutes away. You think you will be okay?" Dylan was asking. I could tell he was being considerat.

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