Beatrice Williams, a girl who after her father's death, she had to face a lot of problems... and love becames one of them. Sudently six high school and college boys helped Beatrice find her way through life's adversities. But how she met them? And w...
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In 2013, I had just turned fifteen years in February, yeah... I had dreamed about that age too when I was a little girl. I imagined myself dressing like a teenager, with a short skirt, many rings, wearing long boots, net sock on my body, and beautiful high heels and with many colors in my hair. To Be popular and the most beautiful girl in my classroom. In short, a perfect girl.
Boom! My dream went downhill, like always! I was not a popular girl, I was more like the excluded one. A well-known face with ombre hair in a simple braid, with round glasses and dressed in clothes you could buy anywhere. Sometimes I walk alone in school listening to songs that I write or from the stars that I like, during the break I always was writing in my diary or in my notes, just to past time. I do not know exactly why, but I always like to write anything. Maybe because I found a way to talk about my problems through the writing, after all, no one judges me to write something that I believe or think.
When you are in school you must survive the atrocities committed by the strongest kids, and an easy way to do that is to find friends that you can trust, and I found some great persons that helped me until today. Three friends since my Elementary School, we met in the school cafeteria after a fight, because we were bored listening to the girls saying that we were not good enough to be in the school. You know, those girl fights, hair pulling, light punches on the face and jerks. Nothing too brutal, I think... We were new at school, so it seems easier to be bullied.
One of those friends of mine is Bessie Pratt and Erik A. Pratt. They are dizygotic twins, that is why they do not look like brothers. Bessie has brown hair and blue eyes with that beautiful brunette skin color and her brother Erik, has black hair, well I mean, he dyes his hair. He did for the first time when he saw the black ink on his father worship, inside the garage of their house, but his parents decide to let him inked his own hair after his tireless shouting because he wanted to have black hair, with five years. Cute right?
We do not know exatly what is the original color of his hair, he never said and we just do not talk about it. But just between you and me, I think he has blond hair, because of his father's German origins. Erik is a little stranger, I mean, everyone says that, but I do not think so. He is always a gentleman with me, and protector, he hides something and he does not want to show who he really is... that is all, he is a little bit reserved. But unfortunately, no one sees Erik like I know, besides his own family of course.
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After a few years of traveling, we finally returned to Ligonier, Pennsylvania. Now Ligonier Valley High School was my only option. The only thing that did me wake up in the morning that day was the chance to see my friends again after a long time. So I got ready for school that day and saw Abel Campbell again, my most close friend, the one who I tell my secrets, the one who makes my heart beat faster. And he was there, a few feet from me, waiting at the bus stop.
He was tall and very strong, still wearing those round glasses, with a simple black shirt of dark jeans. That moment... made me so happy and for the first time in five years, I was anxious to know what would happen ... Oh my God! There he was, calling my name gently and coming with open arms with that smile that never forgets. It was such an intense arm that I wanted to stay there for the rest of the day.
— Hi Bea! Wow, long time no see, right?! I am so happy to finally see you!
— Me too Abel, me too...
There are times when the best things happen and we want time to stop so we can admire and enjoy that moment. But life is full of surprises and provides us with many special and particular moments. If for some reason we stop in time, we could never see anything better happen and we could only enjoy one happy moment of life rather than having several, which in the future would be parts of us worth remembering.
I thought that now, I am at home.
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So I started to say:
— Wow, Abel, you look a man, now...
— I am still the same person, Bea. Do not sweat it! And you look different too, you grow up! Hahaha, you look gorgeous, to be honest!
— Stop it! I am exactly the same! — I lie to him, patting his shoulder weakly like I used to do.
After some minutes I realized that someone was sitting on the bench.
— Dylan, it is you?
— Oh, Beatrice Williams you really make me feel sad! How can you forget me? You girls do have a really short memory, unfortunately!
Dylan is Abel's younger brother, but I do not consider his like a friend. He has a complicated mind... and I do not get into his problems and do not disturb your depraved and sarcastic thoughts.
— So, are you prepare? — asked me, Abel, fixing your glasses.
— Yeah, I mean... I have to!
— Don't worry, Bea, we will be there for you!
— I know, but right now I am not in my best, and I am not sure that I can be!
— Calm down, everything's gonna be alright ... don't be so pessimistic.
— Who are you? Where is the confident Beatrice? — said Dylan, a little confused about how I was behaving. I don't judge him, I used to be very positive.
— Dylan, stop, you are not helping! — shouted Abel, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.
— It is fine, I'm okay... — I was smiling, but forced.
I was not feeling well. Like I said before, I pass many years out, and just now we finally see wich other. Maybe only I changed my way of thinking, but Abel and Dylan look the same person, acting like the same, I otherwise, lost myself and the middle of my journey and they already noticed that. I was not the Beatrice that they meet five years ago. And that makes me scared, and if they do not like me? Abel will stil be my best friend? What I am going to do with he does not like me?
For God sake, I am in trouble... right now!? Why? I was stared to finally feel like home, why am I acting like that...? I have to get around this...
— You know what, Dylan you are right! I am not too positive like I was, but not everything is flowers to everyone, soo stop to talk like everything is good because I know that it is not!
Why am I said that? Now, Dylan was smiling to me, they like what I said. Abel, well, was really surprised with me.
— A point for you... New Beatrice! — Dylan look at me and took his bag and put on his back to go to the bus, that pass beside me.
— Let's go, Bea, they are waiting for us! — Abel stand his hand to me, I look at him and I said to myself. — I trust in you, Abel, show me the way! — I held his hand and he pulled me to the bus, and I follow him.
