bella

bella

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a girl named bella is traumatized and never thinks she will find love again. that is, of course, until cole andrews fell threw her bedroom window.
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a girl named bella is traumatized and never thinks she will find love again. that is, of course, until cole andrews fell threw her bedroom window.

Chapter1 (v.1) - My Poor Roof

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Submitted: February 12, 2017

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Chapter One

The sun from the beach was so hot I just had to get out of the cozy feel of my room. I slip into a bikini that my friend back in Kentucky gave me, covering my thin body with a hoodie. I complained when I had to move to LA, California. I mean the beaches and the sun are great, but I’m not used to all these luxuries. In Kentucky, my best friend got shot, and so when my boss told me that I had to go to LA to photograph the beaches, I had to leave her. I was so heartbroken that I was depressed in bed for weeks, only letting her in my room. I was right beside her, and it was aimed at me, so I still blame myself. The boys in the neighborhood lost a bet with me that I cheated in, resulting in an income of 700 dollars. Boy, did they get mad when they realized that I cheated But here I am, walking along the beaches of Los Angeles, my toes warming up at the feel of hot sand against my cold skin that’s been cooped up in my room for 4 hours, unpacking.I just had so many problems in Kentucky, I was damaged forever. I was in and out of the hospital a lot, but that just taught me that the only person you have is yourself. That’s the only person anyone needs, and people who don’t matter in your life are just wasting your time. I sit on the sand with my camera aimed at the sun setting on the horizon, and dread tomorrow, the day I start officially living in California.


I wake up late, but that doesn’t matter because it’s summer. I moved the last day of school. Honestly, I was scared to death about what I would do in this ocean of people and fear just waiting to drown me. I braid my hair back into two long, fawn colored braids that run down my back. I decide to go and get some food at a nearby grocery shop, and maybe get some coffee at a Starbucks. I obviously love a good latte, so I cave in to pay 6 dollars for some coffee. I put my headphones over my ears, so I can drown out everything, so I can just disappear into the crowd, the thing I do best. I’m not amazing or extraordinary. I’m simple and quiet, and I look like a mix match. I have big blue eyes with long eyelashes, a nose like a ski slope, and thick lips. I guess you could call me beautiful, but my body is where you stop calling me that. I’m thin, with an hourglass shape, thick thighs, big ass and thin arms. I told you I’m a mix match. I don’t turn heads when I walk, I don’t attract attention or boys. I did, once, but then everyone realized I hate everyone and everything. My heart is black and empty, like a hollow piece of charcoal. I grab everything I need and get out of the streets as fast as I can. I take a shortcut on the beach and run into a runner. “Oh! I-I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking..” I say quietly, avoiding eye contact, taking off my head phones. She just laughs and shakes off my shyness. “It’s fine, girl! Why haven’t I seen you around?” She asks with such incredible kindness that I’m surprised. “Oh, I’m new. Just moved into one of the beach houses. My name is Bella.” She smiles and I see genuine happiness in her dark eyes. “Maya. Hey, Bella, can I give you a tour?” My whole body screams ‘No!’ But I still respond “Yeah, sure, why not?” She grins at me and eyes my grocery bags. “Let’s drop off those and then we’ll head out.” She stands in awe at my house which I can afford thanks to my job. I never thought of it that much, but my house is pretty nice. My family is rich as well, so that’s grand. She takes me all over the city, as I listen to her stories about meeting her boyfriend and long lost sister here, everything. She makes it sound so magical. How she describes everything. It certainly makes me feel better moving here, stretching the truth or not. She’s the kindest person I’ve ever met, and her eyes show that. They’re brown and loving, and they make her look so approachable. I really like her, I feel like we’ll be friends, even though I’m not good at that sort of thing. She certainly turns heads when she walks. She has the sort of vibe that makes you want to be around her, like a lure that drags you to your death, for all I know. Okay, okay, I’m kidding. We decide to go back to my place to just talk, and I so badly want to say no, nevermind, forget I met you, but again, she has that feeling. “So, why’d you move to my sunny paradise?” Maya asks. I chuckle a bit, trying to be more open like her. “I used to be a photographer in Kentucky, until my job told me to go take pictures of the ocean in California.” I say with a flat tone, trying not to hint my past there. She nods, and I can tell she’s curious. She opens her mouth to ask more but before she can I say, “Want to see the rest of the house?”I stand up and brush myself off, avoiding the subject of my past. “No, that’s fine. I got to go. I have your number, I’ll call you, okay?” She says sweetly, getting up with me, and turns to the door. I nod and go up to my room. I look at pictures at my best friend, currently in the hospital. Oh, Kaylah, I’m so, so, sorry.. But before I can finish my thought, something crashes in from my roof.


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