Happily ever after....

Chapter 1: 13 books.

My name is Merida. And until a week ago I had a normal life. I went to a normal high-school with normal stereotypical teenagers. But in a blink of an eye everything was gone. Our maths teacher Mrs Tremaine called everyone in 10th grade to the cafeteria during second period. Everyone sat down on the black chairs and looked at her as she walked up to the microphone on the little stage. The whole cafeteria became silent when her deep voice filled the room.

"It's with deep sorrow I have to tell you that Belle left us today, July 8th 2018".

Everyone looked at each other, a hand slipped into mine. It was my best friend Pocahontas. She cried rivers and my other friend Mulan took my other hand. They linked their hands together and completed a circle. Belle was the fourth member of our little group of losers. We were and still are the outsiders, not the pretty girls with pastel coloured dresses and one million followers on instagram. We love adventures and sports, and for that reason we couldn't be accepted by the popular girls like Aurora, Cinderella, Snow or Tiana. But Belle, she was different. She tried to fit in with the other girls but never managed to do so. So she just became a part of our group because she didn't have anywhere else to go. I was the only one who saw that she was a fake. Mulan and Poca just loved her. I saw how my friends became her friends and how our friends became her friends. I didn't feel anything when I heard she was dead. But the friends I cared about did. This happened one week ago and the school hasn't recovered jet. Poca and Mulan is still at home to "calm down" and everyone still takes selfies in front of her empty locker. But when I got home today I saw something strange in front of my house. A big, brown box with a red bow on top. It didn't even take me a second before I opened up the box. The first thing I saw was a bright, yellow top and a bright, yellow hairband. I could recognize the things anywhere. It was the outfit Belle was wearing on her first day of school one year ago. I took the clothing out of the box and picked up a pile of books with numbers written on the front of each one of them. I opened up book one and read the first paragraph.

" Hello everyone, the Beauty is writing. Yea, it's me, Belle. You wanna know way I killed myself? Keep reading, because you are one of the thirteen reasons why."

I read the paragraph around ten times and the the last time couldn't I keep my tears back. This day, one week from the day Belle committed suicide was the first time I had actually cried over her.