I had no idea why I was bullied. I was not beautiful nor ugly. Just normal. A reason I could be bullied is because of how normal I was. My parents are not normal though, my mother owns a Foreign Tax Company and was called 'stuck up' and 'bossy.' With her long straight light brown hair that reached her waist, so many men were attracted to her. She never obliged for requests for a drink at the local bar. She was married to a business man. He worked as a Spokesman for the Senate. He had dark brown hair and wore a suit, just like his wife. Then there was my brother, Jameson. He had dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes. He was a normal person like me, but was never bullied. Unlike me. He had never had a girlfriend, even though he had many people asked. He spent most of his time with me or reading books with me. He was my superhero- my saviour.. Then there is me, Belle. I have straight brown hair.Again, I was not beautiful not ugly. Even though I had many compliments outside of school. My main friends were larger then life; book characters. The never judged me like my brother.
My head snapped back to reality. I sat on my bed, staring out the window. I checked my clock on the bedside table. 7:00 I still had an hour left of sleep. I climbed of my bed and grabbed my uniform. I quickly dressed and I pulled my brush out of my draw and tied it back into a high ponytail. I walked down the stairs to see Father still home, eating, and reading the newspaper. "Good Morning Dad!" I chirped. He put down his newspaper. "Good Morning Belle." He chirped back. I kissed his cheek and grabbed my bag and filled it with my books and lunch. "Why do you pack so many books?" Father asked, reading the blurb of one of the books on the table. I shrugged. "I just like reading." I said,zipping up my bag. He nodded, sipping his coffee. I threw my jacket over my shoulders as I heard someone walk down the stairs. I turned to see Jameson standing behind me. "Ready to go so early?" He questioned, pushing a curl behind my ear. I nodded and he opened the door, escorting me with a hand on my lower back. Most siblings fight over toys and affection, but Jameson and I never do that. Jameson spent his time making sure I was on cloud 9, even if he had to fall down into hell. I sat in the shotgun of his White Sabura while he drove to school. "What's on today's agenda?" He asked as the music played quietly in the background. I sighed. "I'm not sure but all I know is Brady is planning to embarrass me in front of everyone." I mumbled. "Ill be there to help you." Jameson said, placing his hand on my thigh. I smiled as we drew near to the school. "I'll see you after school." I said and hugged him as we pulled up. He smiled and got out and opened my door. I stepped out and he closed the door. "Have a good day, Bell." He said and hugged me. I pressed my head in his chest and his heart played a soothing rhythm in my ears. I pulled away and smiled and we headed our own ways. I walked to my locker and unlocked it with a simple pin. "Hey Bell!" I heard someone call. I spun around to see Brady run towards me. "Brady, what are you doing here?" I sighed, closing my locker. My locker was filled with books, pictures of me and Jameson, notebooks and text books. A sly smile appeared on his face. "I want to talk to you, have a seat." He suggested. He pushed me to the floor. Everyone in the hallway started laughing, even my math teacher. I frowned. "Do you mind?" I said, starting to get up. He pushed me back down. "Calm down, Bell. I've got a present for you." He snarled and dropped a living snake on my face. My body froze in fear. My mind told me to pull it off but I was still paralysed in fear. I heard everyone snickering but I stayed calm. The snake climbed my face and all I could see was pitch blackness
I awoke as I felt someone carrying me. I recognised the sweet scent of him anywhere. Jameson. My eyes flickered open but my chest hurt badly."Belle? Are you okay?" I heard him say. "I'm fine." I said, looking into his bewildered green eyes. I couldn't help but smile. "Was it Brady again?" He asked. I nodded and closed my eyes. "How are you feeling?" Jameson asked. "Alright." I managed to say. I felt myself being lifted down onto a chair. It was the chair of his car. "Why are we going home? I'm fine." I said and put my head against the head rest. He glared at me and buckled me in. He didn't reply as he got into the car. The engine roared to life. I opened my eyes as Jameson pulled out of the parking lot. We were both silent on the way home. "I think you should tell Mum about this bulling, you've been hiding it for too long." He said. I sighed. "But she always says that I should be a 'strong independent woman'." I sighed sarcastically. He shook his head. "It doesn't mean anything Belle." Jameson said. I sighed. "Alright." I lied. Of course I wouldn't tell my parents. They wouldn't care. I sunk back into the seat as we turned the corner. "I'm going to spend the rest of the day with you." He said. I sighed. "Don't you have to get back to school it's only 9:30." I asked. He shook his head. "The principal excused me." Jameson said and placed his hand on my thigh. I winced as we pulled into the driveway. "What will you tell mum?" I asked. He stepped out of his door and opened my door. "I'll tell them you have a raging temperature and it looks like you have a fever." Jameson said as he helped me out the door. Jameson closed the door and we walked to the front door. He fished the keys to the house from his jacket and opened the door. We walked in and straight to my room on the second floor. I sat down on my bed and Jameson watched me with stern eyes. "Can I have some privacy?" I asked but he sat down next to me. "Look Bell, please promise me you will tell Mum and Dad." He pleaded. I sighed. "I don't know if I can James, If I do, they'll make a big deal and then Brady will eavesdro-." He silenced me with a finger to my lips. "Bell, I don't care if he does, I'll be there to help you, Mum and Dad need to know before it gets any worse." He said sternly. I felt myself about to cry. He was right. I wrapped my arms around him and burrows my face into his chest. James hugged me tightly and let me cry. As I said, I had no idea why I was bullied. My cold tears ran down my face and Jameson wiped them off with his thumbs. "Bell, It'll be oka-" I cut him off. "No it won't, James. Mum doesn't have the time anymore and Dad is flying to London this afternoon." I said. Jameson's arms tightened around me. "Bell, look up." Jameson whispered. I looked up wearily to see James's lips on my forehead. I felt heat spread into my cheeks.
I heard the door open when I awoke from my short rest. Jameson stood at the door, his eyes on mine. I glanced the clock 12:00 "How long was I asleep?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "2 and a half hours." He said, sitting on the edge of my bed. "How do you feel?" Jameson asked. "Better." I said. He half smiled. "Do you want me to talk to our parents about-" I cut him off. "I'll talk to them." I sighed. He nodded slowly and put his hand around my shoulder. I leaned into him and sighed. I heard a car pull up outside. "Why is Mum home early?" I asked. He frowned. He told her? "You told her?" I said. He shook his head. "I haven't talked to her today, she doesn't know we're home." He said. "Jameson!" A voice called. He walked out. I made my bed and followed him. "Why are you both home?" She asked and stormed up the stairs. I felt James's arm grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him. "She's sick." He announced. "She looks fine." She said, pushing past him. She grabbed my arm but Jameson pulled her hand off me. "Leave her alone!" He said pushing me into my room. "She's my daughter!" She yelled. I backed away and hid under my bed. It was normal for this to happen. If I stepped out of line, I would get up to 20 thrashings. Jameson hated that. Suddenly everything went quite. Jameson walked in and pulled me out from under the bed. "We're going." He said, lifting me onto my bed. "Why?" I asked. He started stuffing my bag with my clothes. "If you heard what she said, you'd want to leave." He said. Jameson handed me my bag and lifted me into his arms. He walked down the stairs quietly and I buried my face into his chest. He opened the door and sneaked out. I felt tears forming in my eyes and I tried to muffle the sobs. He placed me into the shotgun of His car. "Bells, I promise you that it will be fine." Jameson said and kissed my cheek. He closed the door and walked to his side of the car. I curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep.