Bella

Chapter 1

(Here's a picture of Bella)

I woke up to the clock at 3:00 am, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. Forth night in a row. Great.

Obviously I'm not going to get back to sleep, as history repeats itself, so I went of to my bathroom. Leaning down on the sink, steam appeared on the mirror from my heavy breaths. Well done Bella, I done know how you do this to yourself, but well done.

The worst thing I did was climb back into my bed because as soon as I did so, I tossed and turned the whole time trying to get comfortable. Eventually, accepting my defeat, my feet reached the floor and went down stairs and into the garden. I gulped fresh air into my lungs so quickly I almost vomited. My silk pyjamas stuck to my damp skin, making me even more uncomfortable.

Every night.
Why every night?

"Bella? What are you doing out here?"
It's my mum...
My cheeks burned red with
embarrassment, how could I explain something I couldn't understand.
"I woke up early so I decided to come outside for some air." I lied
"Umm...okay" I knew she didn't believe me because I saw that look I know all too well. The "what-are-you-up-to" look. To my relief she knew better than to question me, lucky for her because I'm too tired to keep my temper under control.

Sometimes I struggle to do just that. I wish it would go away and leave me alone; it doesn't understand, no one does. Trying to avoid any more confrontation I sneakily head towards the stairs.
"Bella."
"Yes, mum" my heart sunk to my stomach
"Be quick"
I release a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding and replied
"Okay mum, bye"

Couldn't off ran up those stairs any faster, I got as far as the top and collapsed on the landing, panting and panting. I pretty much crawled back to my bedroom to get changed, it usually takes me hours but looking at the time, hours are limited to minutes. I don't know how I managed to get to school the last 4 days but I have so that's an achievement at least. But doing well in school on the other hand is a completely different story. Not that I'm doing well in school anyway but it's getting harder and harder. How I'm going to get through this year is a mystery, like most other things...

I shudder at the thought of it. Reciting it makes it worse; anxiety seeps in exaggerating every little bit. Making it more and more terrifying. Back in reality I'm still in my room , dressed but my hair is the EXACT definition of a mess. After several attempts of trying something different, I give in (like I do most things) and braid it into side plaits; Original

Off I go to school again.

Joy

Bella- willow shields
Bella's mum- Mellisa McCarthy