YAY! I'm back from the dead guys! (jks)

Yh I haven't updated in forever, I know, but all that matters is I'm back. No need for explanations...be grateful!

I deleted my story More Than What You'd Expect (Sorry fans!) but it's only because I thought it was too confusing, especially after looking at reviews, and I srsly didn't feel it for that story anymore! I mean, what's the point in continuing something you lose interest for completely? None.

Though say this is a replacement. It's another Brella based story but including a lot of FloraXHelia too. They'll be mentioned further on.

Also, don't get confused but I changed my name! If you look on my profile and at my other stories, you'll remember me as Stella Winx 21. But I got bored of it so changed my name to this, which, I like way more.

Sapphy Xxx

"Where are you going?"

"I'm moving away."

"Away?! Where?"

"I dunno? Just some better place…that's what mom and dad keep saying."

"But you can't leave! You're the only best friend I have!"

"Sorry Stella…I have no choice…I'd rather stay and be with you but I can't."

"But-but…you're always here with me…"

"I'm sorry…"

"Bloom, come on! We're waiting for you!"

"Coming dad!"

"Bloom…!"

"Sorry Stella…I've gotta go."

"No! Please don't leave me! You're the only friend I have! Bloom!"

"Stella…Stella!"

"What?"

"Are you OK sweetie? You blanked out there."

"Uhhh…yeah mom. I'm fine honestly."

She nodded, still slightly concerned, and cleared the dishes away from dinner. I got up to leave when my mom turned her head.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room."

She didn't answer back. Just nodded probably.

Me and my mom lived in an apartment in Los Angeles. We've lived here since I was ten, as that's when we moved from San Francisco. So that makes it…seven years now, as I'm seventeen, living in LA. Wow! Time sure flies.

The reason we moved to LA was because my mom got a bigger job opportunity over here with more pay. She was a single parent to me. She and my dad split during her pregnancy, before I was born. Raising me as a single mum, she needed jobs that would pay well so we'd have a good life. We used to live in San Francisco where mom had a steady job, but after this one came up, she took it and so we moved here.

Since then, things have been going alright. Living in San Fran, my life was totally horrible though since coming here, I've gotten back on track. Until recently. I'd been getting these weird things happening to me. Sometimes I'd just zone out and start to remember things…from my childhood in San Francisco.

I flopped down on my bed upon entering the room. My mind was still in the dream but the rest of me felt alright, normal.

Back when I was a kid, I wasn't the prettiest! I wore glasses, my hair was a mess, I wore braces and had bad acne. I didn't have friends, so I spent all my time studying, with my head in a textbook. That meant I got bullied a lot.

I was bullied throughout my junior school years. Especially by a certain group of boys. They were the cutest guys in the school and the most popular. Sky, Helia, Riven, Nabu, Timmy and Brandon whom was their leader. I actually had a mega crush on Brandon once upon a time. What a dick! He treated me worse than anyone else! I was pushed down the corridors, sometimes so hard I'd fall and bring all my books down with me. I was called names, laughed at. I've also had someone throw food at me at lunch on a few occasions. Kids would yank at my hair, whining about how horrible and dirty it was. It was hard to not let myself cry. I had to though otherwise, more humiliation would come my way.

Brandon and his groupies were the ringleaders in most of the dirty work. Others just followed their lead for the fun of it and because they thought it was 'cool'. Brandon was actually the guy who started throwing food at me in the first place. Why the fuck did I have crush on that guy?

I huffed and sat up on my bed. The room I had was nice but not what I particularly wanted. What I wanted was a larger room with a king size bed and enough space to fit a mirror desk and chair, T.V, small sofa and of course a large wardrobe for all my clothes. Also, if I was lucky, an en suite bathroom. Mom said she'd hopefully find me a room like that when we next move house.

Now sitting on the edge of my bed, I started chewing my lower lip. (I have a nasty habit of doing that, as well as playing with my hair. It usually happens when I'm thinking hard on something, nervous or embarrassed). I thought about my daze I went into just a few minutes ago. It was about Bloom.

Bloom was my first ever best friend. I was sat alone in the food hall one day and she came up to me, said hello, and asked if I was all right. We got on so well and after that, we went everywhere and became besties. She introduced me to her friends she already had as well: Flora, Musa, Aisha and Tecna. We all got on well but I got on best with Bloom. Plus, she'd help stand up for me whenever kids came and laughed or made fun of me. She'd be there for me. When no one else was.

Although one day, she told me she was leaving. Moving away I guess. I didn't want her to leave and Bloom didn't want to leave either but she had no choice. It was one of the worst days of my life.

After she left, there was no one there for me. There were Flora and the girls but I wasn't very close with them. We didn't see each other like me and Bloom did and they stayed away from me so's that they wouldn't get bullied themselves, as they were afraid. I guess you could say they weren't true friends, but whenever we were together, we got on good but those times were rare.

Although, I didn't have to put up with the bullying for much longer. At the end of junior school, mom got an offer for a new job, with better pay, in L.A (Like I said before). It also had better hours and the work was of her interest. We moved to over here and then I started high school. I got on with everyone so well, they actually thought I was cute the way I looked. I laughed when they said that.

I got up to for a walk, as I was feeling pretty grotty stuck in this place. On the way out, I passed the mirror and had a quick inspection at my clear face and slim figure. Then grabbing a brush to quickly go through my hair.

Since starting high school, I decided I wanted to change how I looked. I worked hard on my hair, growing it out more so that it's longer and thicker, and also washing it a whole lot more regularly and thoroughly. I got rid of my glasses also. I think the only reason I needed them was because my eyesight wasn't as good as it should've been. Though as I've grown up, my eyesight is a lot better, so now I don't need them. My acne has gotten so much better naturally over time but to calm it down, I took prescribed medication at first. Sure I get a few flare up around a certain time of the month but, I just slap on some foundation and it's like nothing at all. Also I wanted to get fitter. A flatter, more toned stomach, curves, good figure. So, I ate less and more healthier food and, when I became 16, started regularly going to the gym on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Trust me, it has worked amazing! Oh, and my braces came off any way so now I don't wear them. Since my 'transformation' I've gone from cute, to hot (especially to the guys).

Finishing off, I looked at myself a final time, smiled, and then headed to see mom.

I found her in the kitchen. Of course, she's always there. Might as well make it her home office, it's where the food is and my mom's a pig when it comes to junk food.

"Mom. Just going for a walk."

"Gym practise again, honey?"

"No! If I stay in this place any longer, I think I'll die from claustrophobia!"

"Oh…ok then. Be back soon though."

"Sure." I headed out the door and into the fresh air.

After the walk

"Mom! I'm back! What's…what's all this?"

I'd just got back from a two (or three?) hour walk, most of which was spent eating ice-cream in the park. Coming in, I was surrounded by boxes.

"Oh well the moving company called just after you left sweetie. They said they'd have a moving van come collect the larger furniture in a few days." Mom smiled walking to me.

"Excuse me? Moving? Why wasn't I told before?"

Her smile faltered slightly. "I didn't tell you because I was wanting it to be a surprise. You see, we're moving back to San Francisco after my old company, that I used to work for, called a little while ago. They said they had a job offer for me but it was higher up in the office and payed more, more than my job now…so I took it. After all we do need more money to support us more but also with some extra, I was thinking to put some away for you also."

"But…"

"Stella, don't you want to move back?"

"Well…" I started, playing with my hair. Don't get me wrong, San Francisco was a great place…but it was just that all my old enemies would be there, from my nerdy days. What if they started bullying me again? But I don't want to crush my mom's already high hopes… "Well…no but…it's just such a surprise!"

"See! I knew it would!" She beamed. "Now come and help me pack what we can. I've already done two rooms."

Day of the move

"Hurry up now Stella! You're making us late! The van left ten minutes ago!"

"Coming mom!" I yelled back fiddling desperately in frustration with the laces on my converse.

In just a few days we managed to clear this entire house from every one of our belongings, leaving it almost bare. Which is pretty impressive.

I dunno what the plan of route was to get back to San Fran, but I know it would take a few hours and I was planning to sleep, since I had to get up at like god damn six this morning.

Although, I was so not looking forward to going back. As far as I know, everyone from junior school is still there, including Brandon and his cronies. I could still be beaten up in the hallways yet. Scary enough, but I'm going back in the last year of high school. If I get bullied or beaten up, it's gonna be so embarrassing and hurt like hell!

San Francisco may be a massive area here, but I'm talking about one small area where we used to live, and that's where we're moving back to. Perfect.

I grabbed my suitcase for the ride and headed down to the car. Mom was waiting outside the front door. "I'm going to miss this place y'know?" She sighed as I walked by.

"Yeah. I guess." I shrugged, not really bothered.

She locked the door and got in the car. "Yes. But you're going to love the new house. Much more spacious and you have a surprise instore!"

"Really?"

Mom nodded, reversing out the drive. We were on the main road when mom seemed to remember something. "You haven't eaten this morning Stella."

"Oh." I gulped. "I wasn't hungry."

"Hmm, ok." Mom sounded un-sure as she slowly nodded, but seemed to thankfully drop the subject quick.

Ok, the whole thing about being bullied again, was giving me stress and lots of anxiety. I skipped breakfast purposely this morning. I might have lost some weight since moving away, but I needed to lose more, in hope it wouldn't all start again. Thank me and my paranoia for that!

I got butterflies in my stomach just mentioning skipping breakfast this morning. I needed to get my mind off all this! Resting my head against the window, I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. Sleep would help. Sleep was what I needed.

"Stella, wake up darling!"

"Huh?"

"We're here now. At our new home!" Mom beamed at me.

Rubbing my eyes, I got out the car and followed her inside. I must've slept through the whole journey and more! The moving guys already had half our furniture out the van!

"Wow!" I gasped taking in the new surroundings. The house was definitely spacious and white and bright.

"Wow indeed! Now follow me, I need to show you you're surprise!"

Omg, I forgot about that!

We went upstairs which was a small corridor with rooms on both sides and one at the end. We went to the one at the end and mom opened the door. "You're new room!"

Walking inside, it was like my dream had come true! Obviously, I'd been asleep a little while after we got here as the moving guys had already placed my wardrobe in. But there was also: a king size bed, a mirror desk and chair, T.V, small sofa and even an en suite bathroom!

"Well, how do you like your surprise? I'm hoping to get you a larger wardrobe so you can have a lot more clothes that are also nicer. Please don't be disappointed?"

"Disappointed? Mom what are you talking about? I love it thank you!" I squealed, giving mom probably the tightest hug ever.

"That's ok sweetie." She breathed after I let her go. "Now I'm going to start un-packing."

"And I'll join!" I chirped following her down the stairs.

It was now the end of the day and we'd managed to get all the furniture into place and now was just the task of putting back items we'd packed ourselves. Mom was planning to do that tomorrow whilst I had to endure my first day, and my only year, of high school.

I was laying on my bed reading my issue of VOGUE magazine when mom called me from downstairs.

"No need to screech!" I mumbled, falling off my bed and heading down to see her.

"Finally you're down! I just wanted to say that tomorrow I have booked you an appointment at the health clinic for after school."

"Wow! Does the newbie teenager wanna be checked for malaria now?"

Mom rolled her eyes. "Stella stop with the sarcasm."

I grunted. "So who am I seeing? What time is the appointment? What's it about?"

"You're appointment is at three-forty, it's just a routine check-up since you're due for one now and you're seeing Doctor Brown."

Doctor Brown? Shouldn't he be on one of them crappy soaps? EastEnders perhaps?

"Ok but where's the clinic?"

"A ten minute walk from the school. Speaking of which, we're only a fifteen minute walk away."

"Kay." I waved her off and headed back upstairs.

Quickly showering and washing my hair, I pulled on my pyjamas and crawled into bed, after shutting the curtains.

I could still hear mom placing away items. My stomach growled and I cringed. My meals today consisted of yoghurt and fruit. Nothing beneficial really.

I whirled over in my mind what could possibly happen tomorrow, not the best thing to do when you're already stressed.

Closing my eyes, I thought about what I'd do if the bullying did start again. If it did, then I'd retaliate. I'm not the timid, nerdy me I used to be. I'm different now, changed. And so's my personality. If they wanted the real me…oh they'd get it!