Not Alone Anymore - Nutella and Me (chapter books to read to 5 year olds txt) 📗

Sometimes I wonder how people take so long to trust but it doesn't take much to hate. It's just some random question I've been wondering for a while, I'm pretty sure my answers are somewhere. Anyways my name is Briana Belle. I'm 17 and I have a older brother named Christopher but everyone calls him Cris. He is on the football team and plays girls for fun while I'm left out and a social outcast. 

My favorite colors are any kind of purple and black. My favorite foods are pasta (any kind I ain't picky) and cheese. I really don't know why I'm so fond of cheese but I am so don't judge. I don't have any friends but  I'm pretty well known throughout the school because of Chris. He can be a jerk at times,  you cant' say I didn't warn you.

 ~Brianna~

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

i woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing, me being lazy I didn't get up to turn it off and instead I layed there listening to its loud beeping. "BRIANNA TURN THAT THING OFF NOW!!!! "Screamed Chris. 

"Alright alright, fine." I said back knowing he was gonna tell me to shut it off sooner or later. I absolutely hate 

Mondays and I'm not exacally a morning person either so that was just another reason to stay in bed. "Bri you're going to be late for school if you don't get up now to get ready!" Screamed my brother. 

I got up to get dressed and I ended up picking this cute red crop top and a pair of short shorts to go along with it. I gotta say, for a person with no fasion sense at all I look good. After that I figured that since I took a shower last night I didn't need to take another one. So I just skipped to my makeup, straying from my routine.all I ever really put on was eyeliner and mascara so I had no idea how to put the other stuff on. All that concealer and foundation, who needs a fake face? Well obviously all those slutty bitches at school do. After my make up I threw my hair up into a cute high pony tail. 

After I got dressed I went down to go eat breakfast. I miss my moms cooking bad my dad trying to help her. Sadly they died in a plane crash last year. Think about this made me tear up and I didn't want makeup trailing down my face so I dismissed the thoughts and I started to make myself breakfast. Cereal with some milk. I can't ever skip breakfast because I always wake up starving. When my brother came down he was wearing his batman tee with some basketball shorts. 

Once I finished eating, I slowly walked to school because I didn't want to be too early and Chris was picking up Miranda the slutty bitch on the way to school so I really had no choice. Miranda and her group of friends always bully me without a purpose. Chris doesn't even do anything about it! Talk about a wonderful big bro he is.

Anyways,once I got to the school I saw my brother's friend Jack outside of the school alone. Jack is the only person who actually somewhat respects me and doesn't bully me. I guess it's because my brother and him are really good friends and it's been that way for a long time before I started to get bullied. I'm pretty sure that he pitys me but I walked up to say hi anyway. 

~jack~

"Hi!" Said a cherry voice behind me. I recognized that voice to be Bri's beautiful voice. She is so gorgeous that I don't understand how she could get bullied and be a social outcast at the same time. "Hey" I said back to her almost instantly. I never understood why I felt this way towards her. I mean, I'm her brothers friend. She couldn't think more of me but when I heard her voice I almost got excited. "How are ya?" She says casually back to me. "I'm great" I told her hesitantly. She doesn't know that my girlfriend cheated on me then dumped me. I'm sure if she knew, she wouldn't have asked me that question.

It seemed as if she heard my sad and glum expression because she asked me what was wrong. "My girlfriend...umm...uhh...never mind" I managed to speak out. She sensed my discomfort so she didn't push me any farther. "I got to go now" she said and I nodded my head slowly watching her walk away. Part of me wanted to run up to her and tell her everything but another part of me told me otherwise and that I didn't wand her pity.

Publication Date: 12-24-2015

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