Episode 1

POV(Bella)

Eeh! Eeh! Eeh! Eeh! Eeh! Eeh! Eeh!

I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock after 5 attempts. My name's Bella. Actually my real name is Bellania, but Bella's good for me. I am in the 7th grade with an already ruined reputation. Matter of fact a bad reputation.

Why must school exist!? Why are there such kids in the middle school!? Can't I just not exist or have something that can eradicate something I hate!?

"Bellania! Wake up and come down here!" My father roared.

To be honest, I literally stared at the ceiling. I really wanted to let out a groan, but I believed that actions that can relate to my emotions are irrelevant. Showing them is irrelevant and, so is telling them.

I rolled out of bed and opened my very organized closet with "all you can wear" hoodies, sweatshirts, and jackets. I took out a black shirt, purple sweatshirt, black pants, and some blue sneakers.

POV(Johnathan)

I was done waiting for Bella to get out of the bathroom, so I thought of making a rap.

"Hey lil bro Billy. Do you wanna help big bro John to attract Bella out of the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeh sure. I bet Johnny John need a drummer." He said.

"You bet I do!"I agreed.

He started banging on the wall making a steady and fast beat.

"Bell Bella, Get outta the bathroom, before I send you back to ya room-ma aye. Bell bell, I need to get to school, to prove to momma that I ain'ts a fool. You know what, I know you ain't listening bell bell, so let me just walk outta here and go tell momma."

I started to regret every word I said because I could sense the evil aura coming out of my sister.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me!

She went around me as if she heard nothing. She just sat on the chair eating her breakfast with that emotionless face she would have.

POV(Momma)

I walked into the kitchen seeing Bellania stare down at her food as she ate it. I couldn't tell what she was feeling, as a mother you were supposed to notice the most important part if your child's life, but Bellania makes it hard for me. I pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Are you alright Bellania?"

"I guess I am ravaging this cereal aren't I? I am raging on this cereal?" Bellania asked.

"So are you ok or not?" I would ask.

She just gave me a stare and blinked once. Then she went back to eating her cereal. Every single time I would ask her if she was alright, she would respond with another question. I don't get it. I would love to get her some therapy, but I don't have the money.

Bellania, what should I do with you?

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