Ballerina Bruises
Chapter 1- Welcome to Little Stream
Bellas POV:
"Please don't leave! It's my first day at this new school you dragged me to!" I shouted across the room. I glared down at my phone on my bed, holding back tears. It's not even 7 o'clock and dads already packing his bags. Little Stream High School would be the sixth high school I've been to in the last four years, and I was getting sick of it. Mom was outside crying smoking a cigarette, and Jamie was texting our big brother Drew to pick her up. Was this really happening again?
"Hand me my shoes Bell, they're in the closet." My dad said sternly as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed his phone charger. I scooped up his work shoes and noticed my mom was getting in her car and driving away through the window. Great. They're both leaving, and for how long? I have no idea. Jamie ran over to me and let out a sob, but I knew I didn't have to explain what was happening. Mom and dad are leaving again over some stupid fight they had last night, and we were left to fend for ourselves. I pat Jamie on the back with my left hand and wiped away her tears with my right.
"Go on and get ready for your first day at the new school J, we won't want to be late." She sighed and got up slowly, walking out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I heard the front door slam and another car zoom down the block. Alone again.
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BEEP BEEP!! Niall was here to pick us up for school. The ride was silent until we let Jamie off at the middle school. "Have a great day cutie! You're gonna do so great." I shouted out the window. Jamie looked back and gave me a small smile, but I could tell she was nervous. Niall and I blew kisses as we drove away, and headed for LSHS (Little Stream High School abbreviated) Niall put his arm on my shoulder and smiled.
"Cheer up Bella. At least you get to take dance classes at this school!"
"You're right." Is all I could croak out. I had been crying all morning, and I didn't even have to tell him what happened, Niall just knew. He was the greatest best friend I could ever have.
I thought about dance the rest of the car ride and talked about what a creepy place Little Stream was until we arrived at the school. It was dark and gross looking, I already hated it. We stepped out of the car, grabbed our bags and headed towards the front entrance and thats when a group of guys caught my eye. They were hanging out on the steps smoking cigarettes and eyeing me up and down. Gross. They all had mischievous faces except for the one with the buzz cut, he was smiling and his eyes were warm. Niall pulled me closer to him like an over protective brother, and right before we walked into the school, the curly haired boy with dangerous green eyes whispered "She's a dancer, look at that ass." I honestly thought I was going to cry. I was wearing simple clothes and he knew just from the way I looked? Niall pulled me forward towards the doors and I hurried along with him, listening to the cackles from behind me. Those boys were bad news.
We entered the main office and told them we were transfers and needed schedules. It's not fun going to a new school, especially one so dark and dingy like this. Niall and I compared classes and had none together. Not even lunch. Perfect.
"This blows, love. At least we will see each other before and after school." Niall said with enthusiasm. I blinked back my tears and I played with my sleeves as I hugged him tightly. Just as I was about to pull away Niall whispered in my ear, "Be careful Bella, this town seems pretty dangerous. Be that head strong girl I know you are and you'll do great." I smiled as we parted ways.
I walked down the hall way slowly and looked at my schedule. Room 200A? Where the hell was I going, and when did classrooms have letters with numbers? I lugged my bags through the hallway and peeked at every door number. No sight of 200A. "This day fucking blows and it's not even 8:30 am," I mumbled to myself.
"Turn around doll, I think your lucks about to change." I slowly turned my head to see that curly haired boy from earlier standing just a few feet away from me, and coming closer. I took a few steps back and tripped over my own two feet. He chuckled and stood over me, those damn eyes looked like new green marbles. I slowly got up, and I could feel him watching me. When I finally stood up my face was two inches apart from his. "Shouldn't a dancer like you be a bit more graceful?" He laughed in my face. I got up and could feel my eyes water. I wasn't going to cry, but I was pissed. I just looked at him and fired back,
"Shouldn't a thug be selling drugs in the parking lot rather than wasting my time?" His smirk faded away and he reached into his pocket for something. Shit. Shit. Shit. I've seen movies like this before. You insult a thug and he kills you. Before he could pull whatever was in his pocket out, a teacher stormed into the hall and said,
"Mr. Styles I assume you and your friend don't have hall passes?" I looked at the teacher blankly and then the thug or I guess Mr. Styles, who was rolling his eyes. "Detention, both of you after school today, room 200A." My eyes lit up and I immediately asked,
"Where's room 200A?!" The teacher started walking away and said,
"Up the stairs, to the left." She pointed towards the stairs and I scurried towards them. I was so afraid to look back, and when I did, the curly haired guy was gone.
Good thing I almost died and it's not even first period.
"Please don't leave! It's my first day at this new school you dragged me to!" I shouted across the room. I glared down at my phone on my bed, holding back tears. It's not even 7 o'clock and dads already packing his bags. Little Stream High School would be the sixth high school I've been to in the last four years, and I was getting sick of it. Mom was outside crying smoking a cigarette, and Jamie was texting our big brother Drew to pick her up. Was this really happening again?
"Hand me my shoes Bell, they're in the closet." My dad said sternly as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed his phone charger. I scooped up his work shoes and noticed my mom was getting in her car and driving away through the window. Great. They're both leaving, and for how long? I have no idea. Jamie ran over to me and let out a sob, but I knew I didn't have to explain what was happening. Mom and dad are leaving again over some stupid fight they had last night, and we were left to fend for ourselves. I pat Jamie on the back with my left hand and wiped away her tears with my right.
"Go on and get ready for your first day at the new school J, we won't want to be late." She sighed and got up slowly, walking out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I heard the front door slam and another car zoom down the block. Alone again.
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BEEP BEEP!! Niall was here to pick us up for school. The ride was silent until we let Jamie off at the middle school. "Have a great day cutie! You're gonna do so great." I shouted out the window. Jamie looked back and gave me a small smile, but I could tell she was nervous. Niall and I blew kisses as we drove away, and headed for LSHS (Little Stream High School abbreviated) Niall put his arm on my shoulder and smiled.
"Cheer up Bella. At least you get to take dance classes at this school!"
"You're right." Is all I could croak out. I had been crying all morning, and I didn't even have to tell him what happened, Niall just knew. He was the greatest best friend I could ever have.
I thought about dance the rest of the car ride and talked about what a creepy place Little Stream was until we arrived at the school. It was dark and gross looking, I already hated it. We stepped out of the car, grabbed our bags and headed towards the front entrance and thats when a group of guys caught my eye. They were hanging out on the steps smoking cigarettes and eyeing me up and down. Gross. They all had mischievous faces except for the one with the buzz cut, he was smiling and his eyes were warm. Niall pulled me closer to him like an over protective brother, and right before we walked into the school, the curly haired boy with dangerous green eyes whispered "She's a dancer, look at that ass." I honestly thought I was going to cry. I was wearing simple clothes and he knew just from the way I looked? Niall pulled me forward towards the doors and I hurried along with him, listening to the cackles from behind me. Those boys were bad news.
We entered the main office and told them we were transfers and needed schedules. It's not fun going to a new school, especially one so dark and dingy like this. Niall and I compared classes and had none together. Not even lunch. Perfect.
"This blows, love. At least we will see each other before and after school." Niall said with enthusiasm. I blinked back my tears and I played with my sleeves as I hugged him tightly. Just as I was about to pull away Niall whispered in my ear, "Be careful Bella, this town seems pretty dangerous. Be that head strong girl I know you are and you'll do great." I smiled as we parted ways.
I walked down the hall way slowly and looked at my schedule. Room 200A? Where the hell was I going, and when did classrooms have letters with numbers? I lugged my bags through the hallway and peeked at every door number. No sight of 200A. "This day fucking blows and it's not even 8:30 am," I mumbled to myself.
"Turn around doll, I think your lucks about to change." I slowly turned my head to see that curly haired boy from earlier standing just a few feet away from me, and coming closer. I took a few steps back and tripped over my own two feet. He chuckled and stood over me, those damn eyes looked like new green marbles. I slowly got up, and I could feel him watching me. When I finally stood up my face was two inches apart from his. "Shouldn't a dancer like you be a bit more graceful?" He laughed in my face. I got up and could feel my eyes water. I wasn't going to cry, but I was pissed. I just looked at him and fired back,
"Shouldn't a thug be selling drugs in the parking lot rather than wasting my time?" His smirk faded away and he reached into his pocket for something. Shit. Shit. Shit. I've seen movies like this before. You insult a thug and he kills you. Before he could pull whatever was in his pocket out, a teacher stormed into the hall and said,
"Mr. Styles I assume you and your friend don't have hall passes?" I looked at the teacher blankly and then the thug or I guess Mr. Styles, who was rolling his eyes. "Detention, both of you after school today, room 200A." My eyes lit up and I immediately asked,
"Where's room 200A?!" The teacher started walking away and said,
"Up the stairs, to the left." She pointed towards the stairs and I scurried towards them. I was so afraid to look back, and when I did, the curly haired guy was gone.
Good thing I almost died and it's not even first period.
haha yay im not alone lol :D
10/28/13