Chapter One: A Little Introduction

This is me and my mom, around 9 years ago. We were happy then, she was a stay-at-home mom while my dad worked full-time but he still managed to make time for us. Everything was too good to be true. They were happily in love. Were.

He had a couple "late-nights" at the office. And we were dumb enough to believe him.

One day, just 8 years ago, he brought home a gorgeous woman -- Ella. They started to kiss in front of our house. It was his way of telling my mom. Him and Ella ran off together, they're married now. In the big city.... Leaving us in Sunset Valley.

My mom has grown lifeless since. She sits around and cries all day, she really loved him. There hasn't been a day after the affair where she's smiled, not a day when she'd leave the house. We've barely had a conversation in the past 8 years.

She's grown angry and hot-headed, I can't do anything without having her freak out first.

This is me now, the teenage Belle Chance. A big change, I know. I'm a bit of a loner.... I never really socialized since the divorce and my mom never pushed me to. People know me as "That Girl". Its as if nobody knows my name. 

I use to be able to walk through the halls without people staring and snickering. They think I'm weird. Nobody knows what I've been through, nobody knows how hard it is to have a Dad that doesn't know how to love and a Mom who acts like you aren't even there. I could die tomorrow, and not a single person would notice.

Recently my Mom has been trying to get my out of the house, which never happens. She's finally realized that I exist and I've been living under her roof for almost 18 years. There's a school dance tonight, and she really wants me to go so I could "make some friends". But I know she just wants to be alone.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asks, as I'm walking out the door.

I turn around. "The school dance? I thought you wanted me to go."

"Dressed like that!" She scoffs. "Go change."

"Mom I'm --"

"Go. Change. It's an embarrassment to have a daughter who cares nothing about her looks."

I look down. "Okay...."

I end up leaving the house wearing a dress that's much too short for my comfort. She doesn't say anything, but I know she's watching.

I felt like they went overboard with the dance this year. Colored lights, fog machines, indecent pop music. But maybe that's just what happens when you put the "popular" crowd in charge of the whole thing.

I was just standing there. Looking around and loitering. It wasn't that long into the dance when I felt like somebody was watching me. But then again.... who wasn't? I think they were under the shock of me coming here, so I didn't let it bother me.

It was when he came up to touch my hand that I started to feel weird. I then knew who this was.

Drew Reches. The quarter back, and they guy who'd be the boyfriend of the prettiest and most snobbiest girl in the school.

But Drew was single.

His unexpected touch sent shivers up my spine. We've never spoken a word to each other.... Ever.

"Hey, you're Belle, right?" He asked.

I was still under the state of shock, so I dumbly nodded.

"Wanna dance?"

I was dreaming. That's it. This was all a dream, it had to be. Drew never approached me in this lifetime, and now, out of the blue, he decides to?

We started to dance. This was a dream.... but one I didn't want to end. Please, World. Don't wake me up.

He was a good dancer, I admit that. He was eyeing me like no-one I've ever seen before. It was different. It made me feel beautiful.

I never thought of him as good-looking or nice. I thought the typical Jocks were either rich snobs or closeted gay boys. He obviously wasn't gay, but he wasn't much of a snob either. I didn't care how annoying the song was or how tragic of a dancer I was, it was a good night. An expensive experience only popularity can afford you.

And I got it for free.

At one point I thought we were the only two on the dance floor. I couldn't help myself.... This was new for me.

After what seemed like hours he grabbed my hand again.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked.

I was too busy getting high off of dancing that I didn't know what he meant. So I dumbly said yes. We ended up going to his house, then I realized what he wanted to do. But I was embracing my virginity for the last time, I didn't pay attention to the negatives of this situation.

We stepped into his room, and he slowly slid off my dress before getting out of his clothes. I was shaking, but I didn't know if it was from being in my underwear or being nervous.

"Will this be your first time?" He asked. "You're shaking...."

"Y -- yes." I felt like a loser. This obviously wasn't his.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He leaned into for a kiss, which soon turned into us tangled up into sinful lust. I always expected my first time to be special and romantic, but the physical aspect made up for it.

Being only a couple weeks shy of 18, I felt like I did nothing wrong. I was just being a teenager, right? I couldn't regret a moment like this. I had too good of a time for regrets.

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This is my SECOND attempt at a legacy. I hope you like this one. The other one didn't turn out too well.... >.>