Belle’s Love; A Romance.

Belle’s Love; A Romance.

Cynthia Kodich

Prologue

Unknown POV:

Being a young girl in a suburban area of a capital city in the west comes with a lot of it’s own challenges and turmoils.

They say being a teenager is the best time in a young person’s life but no one ever really prepares you for it.

“Maybe it’s because no one really knows what to do.

Nobody has it all figured out.

We are all just doing what we think is right,” Belle’s mother would always say to her.

Chapter 1:

As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house.

The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them.

Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

She enjoyed romance and since her mother would never allow her watch it in the house, she always came all the way out here to watch them.

That way, she doesn’t get bothered by anyone or get punished for watching them.

As she sat there on the carpet grass, buried deep in her cell phone as she watched a movie titled “Strangers”.

The volume was so loud it echoed through the air and through the entire field.

“I can’t control myself around you Anna,” the movie echoed.

“Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears.

“Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”.

“Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned.

“Fuck me harder,” she responded.

Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl.

Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

“Hey, Belle!” The screaming voice said.

Flustered by the voice, Belle immediately and clumsily turned off the movie on her phone.

She looked up to see a figure which looked like her little sister standing and hovering over her but it she seemed to appear blurry at first.

She twitched her eyes to see her little sister’s face but couldn’t at first because the sun’s rays were blinding.

Eventually, her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see her little sister standing there, staring at her.

Her little sister’s lips were twitched and her eyelids fluttered.

Her eyes were glaring and her heart pounding from racing all the way up from the house to the field where she found her elder sister.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Mother needs you back at the house. She said to come get you”.

Flustered by her little sister’s screaming voice, Belle still didn’t move an inch.

“Belle! Didn’t you just hear me?” Her little sister asked.

“Of course i heard you Zoey. I’m not deaf,” she replied.

“Go on and tell mother that i’ll be there shortly.” Belle added.

Zoey looked at her elder sister with disbelief in her eyes but turned around quickly, running off.

Right after her little sister took off, Belle got up from the grass, dusted off her clothes and headed back home.

Belle lived in a suburban part of the capital city with her family.

Her parents moved her and siblings around a lot which meant she had to change schools frequently.

At school, Belle was always a star. She was so beautiful, she had all the boys crushing on her.

The girls who hated the fact that she got all of the attention from all of the boys, hated and despised her.

They often wished they were as beautiful as her and always found themselves comparing their features to hers.

“I wonder what they all stupidly see in her. It’s definitely not like She’s even the most beautiful girl on earth,” they always gossiped.

Belle didn’t mind the gossips or the false rumors. It didn’t matter to her.

She knew she was beautiful because she would always look at her reflection in the mirror every morning and would love and admire herself and how effortlessly beautiful she always looked.

And so she never let some hating ass girls who obviously wished they could be as beautiful as she was, tell her otherwise.

Belle was so beautiful, she hated the attention she always got from boys.

She hated it not because she didn’t like them but because they mostly came off as too thirsty and annoying.

“They are all always so dumb. They never know how to come at you correctly,” she would always say to her two best friends.

Happy and Love were Belle’s best friends in the entire world.

They had met in middle school on the first day of school and had remained inseparable ever since then.