Emo Singer Bella

Emo Singer Bella

SUMMARY

Bella is Emo, the only thing in life that keeps Bella going is singing. She lives in Australia with her Dad (Charlie), Mum (Renee), Younger Sister (Erika). Her Family is very very rich. Her family pretty much hates her and Erika loves to make Bella miserable any way she can. What will happen when they move to Forks? Will Bella still take her pain out on herself? Will her family ever see her amazing talent clearly?

Today was my last day in Australia. Well I should say this morning was my last. Our flight was at 3:00am. Charlie had a meeting to go to at 7:30pm when we got to Forks, Washington. I didn't want to leave Australia, I loved it here it was one of the very few things in my life that I loved and I had to leave it, but of course my family didn't care what I thought or what I felt, they all hated me anyways.

They even refused to acknowledge the fact that I can do something my hopeless wannabe sister can't. I can sing. I love it and my parents know damn well sure I can sing but they never ever gave me praise or encouragement to keep it up.

They just made me sing at their parties and stupid celebrations where they invited their rich snobby friends with overly friendly sons who seemed to think that I was interested in them. Stupid rich people. Why was I the only one that hated this life? I mean sure the money and cars and stuff are good but where was the happiness in a family that hates being seen in public with you? Just because I'm not some blonde, blue eyed, tanned, athletic bimbo like my brat of a sister doesn't mean I don't have feelings.

They all hate me because of my style, my social life, the fact that I have straight A's in school, the music I listen to, the songs I write. I know Charlie hates the fact that I'm not a boy, and Renee hates that I'm not more like Erika. 'No body is perfect!' I used to scream at them. They would just ignore me until I stopped screaming and ran into my room to take away all the pain. They all found out eventually, but they never cared. The scars are still there, along with the recent ones.

So here I was laying in my bed wallowing in misery until I heard the all too recognizable foot steps of Erika, probably seeing if she could surprise me by throwing a glass of water on me to wake up. I was smarter than that. I climbed out of bed quietly and hid behind my open door, she wasn't close enough to hear me so I was so far undetected.

She came to the door with a devilish grin on her face holding a glass of water as I suspected.

My room was to dark to see anything so she walked in quietly, slowly and silently I followed behind her, she got about a meter away from my bed when I scared her "RAH!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while mischievously turning on the single lamp on my empty dresser.

"ARRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she squealed while splashing the water all over her make – up covered face. Her mascara started to run instantly.

"YOU FREAKING LOSER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TOO ME! NOW I WILL HAVE TO HAVE A SHOWER ALL OVER AGAIN AND DO MY MAKE UP AND GET DRESSED! OH I HATE YOU!" she yelled as she stomped her way out of my room slamming the door shut. She couldn't get me back for that because then she would have to admit to 'mummy' and 'daddy' that she being a 'naughty little girl'. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

Erika was only a year younger than my 17, but she was still a goody goody. My sister and I were exactly opposites. Erika was the average cheerleading type, blonde, tanned, blue eyed and very flirty.

I had deathly pale skin also very thin, chocolate brown eyes, my hair was dyed black with electric blue tips all through it, and my side fringe was platinum blonde.

I went to have a shower then. When I'd finished blow drying my hair and straightening it I went to get my outfit for today that was laid out on my bed. I pulled on my favourite black skinny jeans, a red My Chemical Romance tank top, and my favourite red converse shoes I also put on some fishnet fingerless gloves to hide the scars. The gloves went halfway up my forearm.

I grabbed my black Nightmare Before Christmas bag and with one last look at my very empty room I headed down stairs to my very unloving family.

"She's finally ready! I mean JEEZE! What were you doing in their planning to solve world hunger?" Erika said still annoyed about the water incident. I smiled to myself. But then that was all swept away as I headed for the door that Charlie was holding open for us.

I was the first one out the door, if I spent anymore time inside I think I might have started crying. And my eye-liner wasn't water-proof.

I got into the back seat of the limo; I said a quick hello to our driver Chad who was also a family friend and put my Ipod in my ears turning up the volume so I could drown out everything that was happening around me. Pretty soon everyone else piled in and we were on our way to the airport.

We arrived at the airport quickly and headed over to the roof top level where our jet would be.

As soon as we were on the jet I headed straight to the mini bedrooms, they were all small but mine had everything I wanted. A bed, music even a mini fridge. I soon fell asleep in my misery of leaving the place I loved most. Australia. could my life get any worse?

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