Bella's soon-to-be-sisters

The blonde one in the top is going to be my tomboy-ish one. She's pretty, right? I was going to get a blonde-blue eyed combination doll but I love WAVY doll hair and I love finger-curling it. Gabrielle has wavy hair, but I wouldn't get the same doll my best friend has, would I? Maybe.xD Her name is going to be Avril. :D

Okay, I recently read a book called 'All-American girl' By Meg Cabot. No, not AGDs.
It's an AWESOME book and I'm looking foward to reading the sequel.

It's like making my own historical.
The main character is Samantha Madison. She'd redheaded. But not like any other redheaded. Her hair is the color of copper. You know when a wire is broken and you can see the inside? Yeah,that color. But the dolls OBVIOUSLY isn't going to have that color of hair. In the story, her hair is always in a messy bun with bangs. But I ALWAYS pictured her as short haired-redheaded. I think that describes her personality more because she's lazy. A lazy person doesn't have time to do they're hair neither to cut bangs. Am I right?
That's the redheaded-doll with short hair ^ "Sam Madison"

The one next to her is supposed to be her sister.
Her sister's name is Lucy, yet I don't like the name. The doll rather looks like Sam in the book. But I thought this doll would be really girly. My doll wardrobe is going to be in trouble. I'm gonna need pink. A lot more pink.

The one under Sam is not in the book. Although Sam's Best friend's name is Catherine, This doll is not supposed to be Sam's best friend nor anyone in the book. This is CatherinA not CatherinE.
Her nickname is Cat. She's supposed to be me (Sunshine) and Erin (Bethie's owner) mixed up. She partly hippie. She's not SO popular in school. She has a sense of style that still shows her hippie personality. She's going to be good friends with Bella, since Bella is like 79.2% me. xD.
She gonna help Bella on the animal shelter Bella usually volunteers in,etc,etc.

Last but not least is Felicity. Her full name is going to be Felicity Mary Merriman.
A.K.A Lizcity or Liz Mary.

And....


As of today, December 30th, 2010 ; approximately 4:30-5:00, Bella Alexis Flynne, will not be alone. I'M GETTING FELICITY. Today. Mhhhhmm.
Yeppers. And I'm going to have an opening video. Yeeees.

That's it for today guys :D.

Oh, and I'm thinking of getting Rebbecca. I dunno. Should I?

~A

P.S. Should I get Samantha a blog? I dunno, I'm Afraid she might get more followers than Bella. D"""":

P.P.S. Any dolls YOU have in mind?

P.P.P.S Any tips for Felicity?

Thank you, Virginia!

Thank you SO much for choosing my blog as "Blog shout out of December" A lot was going on that I had to blog about, so this is why this thank you is SO late!

I LOVE you blogs, too.

Thankkkkk you a million times!!!

~BELLS

Merry Halloween

12~25~10
I crunched up from Gabrielle's comfy bed.

Sunlight brightened the room brighter than ever before.
My heartbeat was calmer.
My eyes weren't small or tired.
Now, that, that is the Christmas feeling.

"GABSTERS! WAKE UP IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!" I violently hit Gabrielle with a pillow.

She screamed.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!" She sat up and look at me.

She gave the I'll-race-ya-to-the-Christmas-tree look.
I smiled and started running.
We dashed across the hallway up to the christmas tree.

We smiled.

"You go first." We said together.
"No, you go first." We said once again, together.
"Rock,paper,scissors?" Gabrielle suggested.
"Rock, paper,Scissors it is, my best friend." I smiled.

I know Gabster, she ALWAYS picks rock first.
So I picked scissors.

"Argggh!" I fake-complained.

She smiled and looked at the presents.
She scattered through them and found a green-wrapped present with a red bow.

I knew what it was.

" I'm so excited!!!" She exclaimed, tearing through the paper.

She screamed. Gabrielle is in fact, a screamer.

" IT'S A WII!!!!" She smiled brightly.

She opened all the other presents, including a elegant jewelry holder, an extra pink wii remote, a orange,pink, and green (Her favorite colors) beanie, matching cloves, a cupcake lamp, and a pink craft organizer.

"Your turn, Beauty." She said.

"Okay." I smiled and grabbed two small boxes.

Gabrielle looked confused.
I bet she was.
I smiled.

"This is our present." I gave gave the silver box.

We opened it together.

She smiled so big, it made tears come out of my eyes.
Smiled and leaped in to my arms.

She took out the ring, that said "Best" on one side and the other it said "Bella"

I took out mines, that said "Friends" and the other side "Gabbie", just because "Gabrielle couldn't fit into the ring.

I put mines in front of the glee band ring.

We hugged.
Best christmas ever.

But I leave tomorow. (12`27`10)

I knew happiness could never last.

~BELLS

Smack in the head

"Yum" I took one sip and my hot chocolate was half-way gone.

I looked around. Gabrielle's house was very pretty.

Her living room was olive green with white couches and brown throw pillows.

She had a glass sliding door in the living room that revealed her backyard.
The sliding doors were covered by a pretty brown curtain making the room look darker.
About ten feet away from one the couches, is her small yet cool kitchen.
You would sit down and watch her prepare food.
Her kitchen was modern. It has black/silver appiances. Including a monster microwave and a dishwasher.

The bell rung.

Gabrielle squealed.
She swung open the door.


"HI!!!!" A small voice squealed. They hugged.

I wiped the hot chocolate mustached off with my sleeve and forced an evil smile.
I stood up to get a glimpse of her.

She had blue eyes, yet not so bright as Gabrielle's.

She was light skin. Her lips were a pretty shade of pink.

She took off her hat.
I seen her before.

"Chrissa!?" I ran over and gave her a big hug.

I can't believe the girl I've been waiting to pwn is Chrissa!

"You guys know each other?" Gabrielle asked, like if it was not part of the plan.

"Yep." We answered together.

"You want some hot chocolate?" Gabrielle asked her.

"I'd love some. Specially yours!" Chrissa took off her coat.

We continued to drink hot chocolate and chatted along.
I even ended up singing a song for them.

We did some crafts and I fell asleep and woke up with paper glued to my face.

Walla.

~BELLS

Here I come, Gabrielle.

Hello, sweet readers.
I'm gonna quiz ya. Yeah. Yep. Mhmmm. How well do YOU know my blog?
Otay, here we go:

1. Where,how,or why did I get the nickname 'brownie' and from who?
2. What is my favorite food?
   
3. Favorite color?
4. Who will be my room-mate?
   
5. What school do I attend?
   
6. What doll is Gabrielle?
7. What doll is Miranda?
8. What does Rodger look like?

You think you can do it?
Come on... Try!

You may be asking yourself, why am I SO happy?

Well.... I'm in the airport waiting for my plane!! I'm going to Ohio, to see Gabrielle! :D
And to show that crafty girl who's really nice to her how close me and Gabs are.

Oh yeah.

Pwned.

~BELLS

Bye NY.

Now, my life is miserable.
Miserable.
I thought so before...
But now, it's REALLY miserable.

Why? Rodger hates me. Gabrielle moved away. I broke Rodger's leg and arm. I can spend hours stating why my life is miserable.

Well, I met a very nice boy. His name is Alex. I don't like him. He's just REALLY nice.
And obviously, Rodger has a thousand jealous nerves.

he would give me silent treatments! he didn't even dance with me in glee! (We're partners)

"Wait up!" I heard Rodger behind me.

I stopped.
I could hear the sound of his crutches coming closer.

"Hey..." I quietly said.

"Hey." He hugged me.

Not a friend hug, like a... romantic hug.

I stepped away.

"Sorry... used to it..." I smiled.

I still loved him. But I was pretty sure this was better for us.

"I still love you." He said.

"I would do anything,I mean ANYTHING so that you can love me again."


"I still Do love you. But this is best for us. I mean, you find your self a girlfriend. Some one that deserves you. I don't"

"What's his name? It's Alex isn't it?"

"No! It's not him! It's not anyone, anything, it's just better for you! Do you want to date a girl who is obsessed with crafting and cries herself to sleep every night and her maximum of eating burritos is 10 per hour?"

"Maybe I do! Why? Because your different. I'm not such a jerk around you. You know what? Maybe it IS better for us!" He looked disappointed.

"Don't talk to me, Bella." He walked the opposite way with his crutches.

What did I just do?
Another problem with me.
I think too fast.
I don't know what I just did.

We headed our opposite directions to glee.

"Hello, gleeks." Ms.Terry announced.

"Ms! I have a question!" Margaret chewed her gum.

"Yes, Marge?"

"What is you first name!?" She chewed louder.

"Addison... Why?"

"Just wondering. Oh hey Collin!" She jumped up.

They made out for a few seconds, leaving me in disgust.

"It's over between us."

"But--" She covered his lips with her finger.

She skipped to her seat.

I could tell Collin was disappointed.

" Okay, as you ALL should know, the theme is social feelings. As in, love life, friendships, etc.Who wants to go first?" Ms.Terry looked up from her clipboard.

Rodger raised his hand.

Ms.Terry nodded.

She climbed his crutches up stage.

He whispered to Collin and sat in the seat.

The music played.

"Easy come,easy go, that's just how you live, oh, take, take,take it all. But you never give. Should of know you were trouble from the first date. Had eyes wide open. Why were they open?"

He gave me a stare.

"Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash, you tossed in the trash yes you did."
He sang beautifully.

"You give you all my love is all I ever asked" I sang with him.

"Is all I ever had so, What you don't understand is I'll catch a grenade for ya!"

"I’d catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on a blade for ya.I’d jump in front of a train for ya.You know I'd do anything for ya"

Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I ran to the bathroom.

I had to be strong.
I had to be strong.
I had to be strong.

I wiped my face with a tissue.
I looked at my self in the mirror.
Be strong.
Be strong.
Fail.
Rodger just got pwned.

I ran to my locker.
I quickly took out my guitar.

I ran back to the auditorium.

I noticed no one was singing.

I climbed up stage.

"This is a song for my best friend, Gabrielle."

I played the notes on my guitar.

I sang "Mine" By Taylor Swift.

But...
She wasn't the only special one.
He knew all my secrets.
I knew all of his.
He tried to flat iron his hair.
His mom taught him how to knit, but he doesn't.
He wears a lot of Navy blue, like me.
The time when he was 4 and his mom made his mom made him set up the table and he put one of those huge salad spoons.
The time his socks turned pink in the washer.

I stopped singing.

I shook my head.

I put my guitar on the floor and walked to Collin.

The song began.

"When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception"

I could see Rodger's smile from the stage.

"Fabulous! Bella! You are all dismissed! We will continue Monday!"

I ran down the stage.

"Are you sure?" Rodger asked.

"I'm pretty darn sure."

~BELLS

I love you, but we'd have to be firends.

"I have great news for you!" Ms.Terry clapped twice.

We all silenced carefully.

I wondered what she would say.

"We're doing a song in the winter talent show!" She said happily.

"WHAT?!" I smacked my forehead, realizing that I had just said that out loud.

"What is the problem, Ms.Flynne?" She said.

Boy, how much I hate when some one says my last name.

"Oh, nothing. I just think I won't sing...." I said in a quiet voice.

"Well, why not? You're ama--"

"MARGIE HERE! SORRY I'M LATE!" Margaret busted through the auditorium doors.

"Margaret, Sweetie, you only been here once. Two weeks ago. Are you sure you want to be in Glee?" Ms.Terry asked.

"Of course I want to be in Glee-- Where's Rodger?" She stopped.

"Oh, he's in the hospital. He broke his leg and an arm." Ms.Terry explained to Margaret.

"Oh, you know what? I forgot my mom was going to take me-- umm--- shopping!" She forced a fake smiled and twirled around.

"Wait, Marge, can we hear you sing? Introduce your self."

"If you really want to, then, KAY!" She dropped her bags and clicked her heels up the stage.

She touched the microphone.

"Kay. Hey glee people. My name is Margaret Elinor Smith. The first."

We quietly chuckled.

"And I love to sing and model and ya know make-up and boys yadda yadda yadda... Can I leave now!?" She yelled.

"No. You may sing though." Ms.Terry smiled.

"KAY! Please put Tikky tokky my Ke$shy!" She spoke loudly.

"TIIIIIK TOOOOK on da clock DK blow my speakers up tonight Ima fight till I see the home liiigh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She sang horribly.

"THANK YOU!" Ms.Terry interrupted her.

"YAY!" She jumped up and clapped.

"SEE YA, SUCKAS!!!!" She ran down the stairs.

"Ya know what? I'm going to stay here and hear everyone fail at singing. Teehee. No one and I repeat NO ONE sing betta that muah." She sat down to seats away from me.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Bella, you will go first." Ms.Terry announced.

"Ew." Margaret said loudly.

I rolled me eyes.

"My solo, please." I whispered to Collin.

As I sang I carefully watched Margaret, who was not paying attention--or at least not trying too--- As she looked carefully at Collin.

Ms.Terry clapped loudly.

"Whatevssss" Miranda stood up and walked over to Collin.

Without saying a word she kissed him for a long time.
She took his hand,picked up her jacket and hollister bag, and the both strolled out the auditorium.

Ms.Terry shook her head is disgust. She mummered a few words under her breath.
"When will Rodger be back, Bella boo?" She asked me.
She has like 2000000 nicknames for me.

Bella-Boo, Bellita, Beauty, BellyBell, Jolly Bell, Bellinda,Belle, and many, many more.

"Hopefully today." I smiled.

"Okay let's do our group dance!" She announced.

"Ms.Terry, may I be excused for today? I have to HAVE to check on Rodger."

"Sure, sweetie."

I quickly put on my coat and headed out the door.
I stopped by my apartment to drop my bag off.
On my way to the hospital I mailed the package.
On my wail out the door I bumped into some one.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking... I didn't mean to" I said, looking up.

A burnette dude stood there, looking down at me.

"Hey, aren't you that Bella girl?"

"That's me." I smiled.

"You're an amazing singer."

"Thank you."

"I'm Max. Acutally, Maxwell, but I hate my name." He said.

"Cool. Well, I gotta head off. You're really sweet." I headed out.

I waited for half an hour until the bus arrived.
I sat down in an empty seat next to some guy eating a burrito.
It was a long ride.
A lot of people wore hats.
Except the people who cared about fashion rather than dying of hypothermia or getting sick.
I counted 4 pink ones,one teal, 8 black, 4 gray, and 2 yellow.

I was in the middle of counting the greens when my stop arrived.
I thanked the bus driver and got off the bus.
I have no idea why I just had to thank the bus driver.
I think it sounds polite.
Being polite is good, isn't it?
Specially for person who has a horrible life.
A.K.A me.

I stepped inside the big entrance of the hospital.

A pregnant lady, most likely giving birth, was screaming being rolled across the waiting area.

What a peaceful waiting area, eh?

"Hello. I'm here to see Rodger. Rodger Lucas." I answered her.
She scrolled through her computer.

"Room 246 to the right." She answered politely.

I followed her directions and found my way to the a white door that said "ROOM 246"

I slowly opened the door.

He was there, trying to stand up with the help of a nurse
A big smile lit his face when he saw me.

"BROWNIE!" I ran over to him and hugged him tightly.

"I guess you don't need my help after all." The nurse smiled.

"I leave you two here." I smiled at her.

" How's you leg?" I asked him.

"Painful, I guess." He said.

I felt horrible. It was all my fault. He just had to save me. Just had to.

We sat down.

"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking..." I held his hand.

"And I hate to say this but...." I panicked.

"But... I make your life harder. I mean... you worry so much about me, I worry so much about you, that we barely worry about ourselves." I spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"I made you break a leg and wrist. You can't have the freedom to date random girls you see in the hallways... you don't have freedom." I continued.

"But I love you, you love me... I don't get it." He said, confused.

"Yes, I love you. I love you so I want you to have the freedom every boy wants."
Tears filled my eyes.

"But I stood in front of that car in purpose. Why? Because I love you. Bella, Please, Please don't break up with me."

Tears brung my eyes.

For a few seconds I did more thinking.
Which I hate doing, by the way.

"You know.... If you think this is a good idea, then I think it's a good idea." He said before I could say a word.

I weakly smiled.
I stretched up and gave him our last kiss.

"From now and on, just friends." We awkwardly shook hands.

I stood up, and walked away.

~BELLS

I make his life miserable.

I moved around in the hard seat trying to get a bead onto the bracelet I was making.
I've been making a few bracelets to sell so I could save up.

I got the tiny bead into the string when the phone just had to ring and startle me.

"UGH!" I groaned, standing up.


"Hello?"
"Hi! It's Miranda." Miranda answered.
"Oh.Hey."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked.
"Nothing." I looked at the discombobulated non-finished bracelet.
"Oh... Can I sleep over?"
"Sure."
"Okay, I'll be right there. " She hung up the phone.

I quickly stuffed all the loose clothing in my hangers and hung it up in my closet.
I swiped the bracelet guts off the table into my hand and securely put in the drawer of my desk.

Just in time when the bell of my front door rung.

"Hey!" She stepped inside.
"Hey."
"It's REALLY cold outside."
I nodded.

"Wanna see my new dance moves?" She shrieked.
"Sure." I shrugged.
"KK!" She dropped her bags and took a deep breath.

"And one, two, three,four, one, two,three, four,and five, and one" She counted her steps.

"And jump." She flipped in the air.

She smiled gratefully.

"So..."

"It was awesome, I guess."

"Wanna learn some?" She asked, curious.

"I don't know.....I'm not much of a--" She pulled my arm.

"C'mon. Look this is one" She pulled her arms up and twirled around.
I followed her steps.

"See you did it!" She said after I hit the last move.

"From the top."

I groaned.

"And one,two, three, four, and one,two,three, four and five." We danced together.

She clapped.

"You're good." She complimented.

"Yeah, right." I said sarcastic.

"Oh! These are pretty!" She picked up one of the bracelets.

It was a purple one with white pearls.

"Keep it." I didn't studder.

"REALLY?! Thank you SO much!" She dance around.

"Oh! Ghost Whisperer is on!" She flopped down on the couch and turned on the T.V.

I sat down next to her.

Miranda yelled as the plane crashed down.

"Relax, It's just a show." I said.

"Yeah, very scary show!" She yelled.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm gonna check facebook." She stood up and headed to my room.

I wondered why people over-obessed with facebook.
I mean, I have facebook and all, but I don't check it every two minutes like some people.

Meanwhile I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cupcake.
"MIRANDA! DO YOU WANT A CUPCAKE!?" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Sure!" She skipped over to the kitchen.
After we enjoyed our cupcakes we headed to my room to do a little scrap booking.

"Look I have the pictures from our cameras from Ohio!" She shrieked.

I took a look at them.

The hotel room, the mall, the sandwhich shop, Rodger&I,Miranda&Daniel,etc.

"And here are you pictures." She handed me a yellow folder.

I slowly opened it, not letting a tear go to it.

I scanned the pictures.

Miranda&I, the victims of my prank, backstage of the show, Beth&I...

When my heart dropped.

A picture of Rodger,Beth,Sal and I stood there.

An idea filled my head.
I ran to my desk.

"Third drawer, all scrap booking materials use anything you want."

I pointed at the drawer.
I digged at the drawer looking for the perfect scrapbook paper.
Found it.

It was green,sparkly, with many junk food including burritos, chips, cupcakes and more.

I carefully cut a teal border so that the pictures could fit inside.
I cut five of those.
I carefully glued the pictures into the teal frames.

"I'm back!" Miranda said at the door way.
She changed into her jammies.
"I'm gonna change too." I stood up and headed towards the bathroom with my jammies in my hands.
I quickly changed into my jammies and headed back to my room.
Miranda was working on something.
"Watcha doin?" I peered at her work.

"I'm doing a scrapbook page on the sandwich shops." She explained, not looking up.

She pressed a few sandwich pop up stickers in the pretty paper.
I smiled.
I sat down and continued on my project.

I stuck a small picture of the super good cake we ate on our double-date.
I finished off posting a picture of us in the middle.

I scattered around my drawers for a green sparkly frame I had left over.

"AHA!" I said loudly when I found it.

I opened it and carefully and slowly and placed the picture inside of it.
We heard loud footsteps.
They got closer.
So did some yelling.
Very, fierce yelling.
Miranda and I looked at each other, and ran to the window and opened it.
We poked our heads out and look around.
A figure ran across.
A figure with very familiar hair.

"RODGER!" I shrieked.

I ran out to the door and took my coat from the hanger and ran down the stairs.

"BELLA!" Miranda yelled.
"I'll be right back!" I yelled, nervous as heck.

I heard that she ran after me.
I half-tripped a few times but found myself safely on the first floor.
I ran outside to the freezing cold and bumped into Rodger.
"ROD? What is going on!?" I yelled at him.
He ignored me and started to run.
I grabbed his arm.

"RODGER!" I yelled, terrified.
I was scared.
Really scared.
I had no Idea what was going on.
My heart pounded. Something was really wrong.

"This dude beat up my brother and teasing me about going out with you! I'm gonna beat the (Choice word) out of them!" He yelled running away.

"RODGER! Don't! RODGER! PLEASE DON'T!" Tear ran out my eyes.

Don't do it, Don't do it, Don't do it.

I thought to my self.

He ignored me and ran. A car was coming rapidly his way.
"NOOOOO!" I ran after him.

I looked around, confused of what was going on.
Rodger ran to my right, and suddenly fell, softly, into the ground.

In the middle of the street there was yelling. Soft yelling.
Soft, scared voices whispered my name.
There was very bad pain for a second...
But then it was gone.
A big ocean of black flowed towards the ground, it came my way.
I fell back into the floor, that for once in my life, seemed softer than my bed...
And the black ocean covered my entire body. .

Until is was all black.


Pitch Black.

I was dead.
Being dead... was weird.
I had nothing to worry about.

Then there was beeping.
Lots of beeping.

I slowly opened my eyes.
It was very bright.
I covered my eyes.

"Hello, darling." A male voice said.

"God?" I asked without thinking.

"I'm Doctor Smith." He answered.
Turns out, I wasn't dead...

I opened my eyes.

He was not old and droopy... He was tall and handsome.

I rubbed my eyes.

"Where's Rodger?" I sat up.

"Who?" The doctor said.

"Tall, brown hair, not so long, not so short, navy shirt." I explained, still trying to see clearly.

"Oh, him. Pretty handsome guy. You guys dating?" He questioned.

"Yes. Where is he!?" I asked again, worried.

"He's on the bed next to you. He broke his wrist and leg." He said, pulling the curtains apart.

I looked on to my side.

There he was, asleep, with a broken leg and wrist.

"You're fine. You can leave as soon as you feel like it." He closed the curtain.

"When will he come out?" I asked the doctor.

"Tomorrow. Unless he doesn't do any better, he'll come out later." He explained.

Miranda burst in the door.

"BELLA!" She yelled hugging me.

The doctor Shhhh-ed and smiled.

"I texted Gabrie--"

"YOU WHAT? She's going to be so worried!!!" I yelled.

"Quiet down, please." The doctor said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, I just panicked.... I'm really sorry!"

"Sorry I yelled... It's okay."

"I'll wait for you in the waiting area."

I stood up and walked over to Rodger's bed.

"The car was going to hit you." The doctor said.

"Way to brighten my day, Doc."

"He saved your life. You are very lucky. You just had a minor concussion. He is very brave." He explained.

Rodger stood the same.
As if he was dead.

"Rod?" I whispered to him.

He stood still.

"Let him sleep. Come back tomorrow." The doctor said.

"Good-bye, Rod." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Take good care of him, Doc." I pat his back.

"I will. Oh, and you might have some headaches. I suggested to the young lady outside to stay with you for the night. You may not even go to school tomorrow." He explained.

I nodded and left the room.

"How is he?" Miranda stood up.

"Not good.Broken leg AND wrist.Because of me."

"Do not ever, ever think like that again, Bella! It was not your fault. He chose to save you life. It was his choice, it was his risk, and he has consequences." Miranda said.

Almost like it was Gabrielle that possessed over he body.

But no matter what anyone said, It WAS my fault.

I make his life miserable.

~BELLS

Not Cancelled.

I'm sorry for the last post. V
I don't know.... I just had a mad breakdown. Apology excepted?
I hope so.

You guys were so nice and made me feel better.

Specially Amy and Sarah:

Bella,

I don't see your blog often, but this post certainly caught my eye. Remember when I just quit my blog for the SAME EXACT reasons. You have to try, never give up, because one day, a bored person will stumble upon your blog and fall in love with it. That day hasn't come yet, but it will. You have 61 dedicated posts, all with a meaning. If you didn't care and thought no one ever cared, why would you be here in the first place? Life is the same. Would you commit suicide just because nobody talked to you or became your friend? Sometimes you have to live through things like this. Trust me, once you get the hang of blogging, people will see you. Maybe people are drawn away by the title. You could change it to "Sincerly, Bella" or "Bella Forever" or something. Maybe you could get a poll on what people think you could improve on your blog and go from there.

So, Bella, are you going to quit just because you think people don't notice your blog, or will you stay to tell your story?
Blogging isn't about who has the most followers or who comments the most. It is about sharing your story with everybody.

Amy and Virginia

Not also them, but Lanie Alex:

Don't give up! I had NO followers at one point, NO votes on my poll, and that was in October. Now I only have 6 followers. But I'm not giving up,, and you shouldn't either! :)



ALL of you guys are awesome for letting me know you all read and enjoy this blog.

Therefore, Bella's Bubble of Every-Day UPS N DOWNS is back,up and running. :D

~BELLS.
P.S. Any suggestions for a new name for this blog?

Cancelled

Followers: 12

maximum amount of comments I've ever had: 2

No one has read my last 4 posts.
No comments.
Not even voted "Intresting"
Not a vote in my poll.

Bella's Bubble of everyday UPS N DOWNS is currently canceled.

~BELLS

Am I really?

I stuffed my face into my pillow and screamed.

My hair was in a jungle of tangles and I haven't done my bed in 5 days.

Too many things were going on in my mind I just didn't have the time to do somethings.
I currently have been failing Science, my best subject, but I couldn't help it.

I had nothing to do on the weekends.
I haven't touched my crafts in days.

I woke up slowly and sat at my desk.
I scrambled towards the drawer with a scrapbook of the summer.

Tears fell as I saw the pictures of me & Gabrielle.

The time that she pranked me with whip cream all over my face.
The times we went on one of the world's fastest roller coasters...
When were messing around in walmart.

Good times, Good times.
Now?
Bad times, Bad times.

I was halfway through my scrapbook of joy when the bell rung at my front door.
I groaned when I walked my self to the door.
I checked the emergency mirror located next to the door and I looked like crap.
I took the brush that was in the little white basket right next to the mirror and made an effort to brush my hair.
After a short struggle of brushing my hair I finally looked through the peephole.
A familiar face stood there.

"Rod?" I opened the door.
"Hey! Dude, what happened?" He asked, slightly hugging me.

I shrugged.

He walked inside and sat down at the couch.

I closed the door and stood there stupidly.

"Umm..Bella--" He started.

" I want to tell you something..." I sat down.

"Fine, you go first." He answered.

"You know... Amy--"

"Yeah... I know." He interrupted.

"You know that she was making out with Mike Rosenberg?"

"She WHAT?" He yelled, standing up.

"Uh... oh..." I had a feeling he didn't know.

"It doesn't matter." He said sitting down again.

I looked confused.

" Nothing is working out for me, Bella." He started.

" Since we broke up, I couldn't think about anything but you. Why don't you want to go out again?" He asked.

I was quiet...

"Bella, PLEASE. I love yooooouuuu." He held my hand.

I rolled my eyes slightly.

"How many girlfriend have you had since we broke up?" I slowly slid my hand away from his.

"Just Amy..."

I arched an eyebrow... Which I could only do with my right for some reason. I tried doing it with my left, which I failed at, I hope he didn't notice...

"Fine... like 7?" He confessed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Just, please... Bella." He moved closer to me.

I thought for a second.

"So?" He asked.

My phone beeped.

I was relieved.
I ran to my room and grabbed my phone.

I read the text.

I shrieked in the top of my lungs.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Rodger yelled, running towards my room with my tennis racket.

I took the racket from him.

"GABRIELLE GOT ME TICKETS FOR OHIO!!!" I jumped into his arms.

"YAY!" I danced around the room.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!!" I yelled.
I looked at my calendar and quickly ran my finger thru the days.

"CRAP! It's in two weeks!" I yelled, going back to depressed mode.

I looked at Rodger, who looked at me oddly.
I could tell her was waiting for an answer.

I stood in front of my bed and thought harder.
He stood in front of me.

"Yes, I have had a lot of girlfriends. Maybe a dozen or two,not counting my kindergarten sweethearts. But you, Bella , you are different. You are down to earth, warm-hearted, beautiful on the inside and out." He put his arms around my back.

I took a deep breath.

" I was stupid for breaking up with you. I was just hanging out with the boys, they were all being flirty, I started being flirty too. This is real honesty time. I've never fallen in love with anyone. Except for you. Why? Because you're different from any other girl I've dated." He explained.

Before I could slide his hands off my back, he leaned in and kissed me.

I moved my head.
I felt his warm breath in my neck.
I looked at his eyes.

" I love you too, Rod." I smiled.
He smiled widely and twirled me around in his arms.

His phone beeped.

"Gotta go for a break up. BYE." He walked out the door.

I closed the door and leaned against it.

"Crap, the things that happen when your ex comes to you apartment." I rolled my eyes.

Did he really mean what he say?
Am I really down-to-earth, warm-hearted, different?

~BELLS

Soul mate

I struggled my way up the steep stairs of Anastasia Multi-Media Arts Academy. Also know as Anastasia arts.

My mind couldn't keep up.


I found my self in the third floor before the bell rung and slowly walked me self to my locker.

"Hey Bella, how you been?" Rodger asked slamming his locker.
I didn't say anything.

I quietly opened my locker and took out my math and Latin book.
"Something's wrong." He said


"You know." I started to walk..

"Wait, Gabs? " He followed behind me.

"And who's this?" A blonde green-eyed girl stood in front of me.
I looked up at her.
" Hey Amy. This is Bella, my best friend."

"Oh, okay." She kissed him.

"Bells, This is Amy-lee. My girlfriend." He introduced me to her.

"She doesn't look okay." Amy said.

"Yeah... Um... Babe I'll meet you at lunch." They kissed good-bye.

"Bella, I know your all upset that Gabrielle moved away... But sometimes, you just have to move on. I mean yea, she was your best friend and all but... you guys will always be best friends." He said, turning me to face him.


The bell rung. I started walking.

"Bella, Please. Maybe I can help." He suggested at the door of the class.

"No." I argued.


"Sit down everyone." The teacher assigned.

"So today we're going to discuss Lance Arms-" I heard nothing else.
I just early read my book until class was over.

I stood up quickly and left the classroom.

I headed towards theater arts.

"Uh oh..." I quietly said.

"What?" I realized that Rodger was right behind me.

He looked the direction I was pointing too.
He gasped.

It got bigger.

"FIRE! FIRE IN THE TEACHER'S LOUNGE!" I yelled running away from the fire-filled coffee maker.

"Stay away!" Mr.Martins,the principal, yelled.

He bravely ran into the room and grabbed the fire extinguisher,whom I never noticed, and spray it towards the now burnt black coffee maker.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know! I wasn't paying attention! I'll pay for a new one! Please, I beg you!" Mrs.Williams begged to the fury-filled principal.

He just shook his head, and walked towards me.

"Thank you,Bella." He walked away.

"Woah...." Rodger quietly said behind me.

I headed to theater like nothing happened.

"Bella, why are you late?" Ms.Terry asked.

"Fire." I simply answered.

"Fire? Where!?" She panicked.

"Teacher's lounge... The coffee maker got on fire, I yelled 'fire' and Mr.Martin took care of it." I explained as I sat on the wooden chairs.

"What?! My precious coffee maker! Who started it?" She questioned.

"Apparently, Mrs.Williams."

"UGH! Predictable! Anyways, When I call you name and say ONE you go over there." She pointed to the right of the room.

"Whoever, if I say your name and say TWO you go over there." She pointed to the left.

"Okay, Adam one, Sherryl two, Bella one, Luis two, Anabeth one, AnneJayden two..." She went on.

I quickly walked over the my group.

"Okay, discuss a scence with you group, but you MUST improvise during your presentation."

I quietly listened to my group whisper.

"Okay, Group One is up!" Ms.Terry announced after a while.

Our team leader, Anabeth smiled widely.

"Hey Adam..." She hugged the blond boy.

"Get off of her! She's mine" Carlos pushed Adam off Anabeth.

"I thought you were mine!" I quietly said.

"Not anymore!" Adam yelled, throwing a fake punch at Carlos.

A fake fight started.

Carlos body pushed against mine, air pushed my face, but I quickly put my hand in front of me as I landed away from the tiny stage.

"Oh, Gosh!Bella, are you okay?!" Ms.Terry ran towards me.

"My wrist REALLY hurts." I told her, grabbing my right wrist.

"Adam, take her to the nurse!" She panicked.

"It's okay, I can go alone." I walked out.

I quickly walked to the nurse and sat down at the seats located in front of her office.

A pale-looking kid came out of the door moments later.

"Hey, It's you again! What's wrong?" The nurse asked.

"I fell off the theater arts stage, my wrist really hurts." I explained stepping inside her office.

She checked my wrist and moved around a bit, which really hurts.

Turns out it was just a sprained wrist. She put the hard arm warmer type thing around my arm.

"Now go to class, Ms.Flynne. " The nurse directed me.

By the time I got up the stairs class was already over.
I head to the class room to pick up my books.

"Are you okay, Bella." Ms.Terry asked.

"Yeah, just a sprained wrist." I explained, picking up my stuff.

I waved (With my left hand) Good-Bye and headed towards English.

Turns out, writing with a sprained wrist was pretty darn hard.
But Ms.Foster, the sweetest English teacher you could ever have, let me type my work into a laptop and print it out later.

After English I headed to lunch.

"Woah-hoa!"The glee club exclaimed as I sat down at the table.

"No questions asked." I said before a word could come out.

I got a text.

Gabrielle: Hey Bella! I'm having so much fun! I play clarinet in band. This pretty girl is teaching me how to. Gotta go!

What a text!

I slowly ate my lunch and headed to my next classes.

At the end of the day I headed to glee.
On my way there I spotted a blond girl making out with a guy.

She turned around and walked away.

I noticed it was Amy.
Rodger, my best friend, my soul mate, 's new girlfriend.

If I told him, I would hurt him.

I don't know what to do.
Should I tell him?
He doesn't deserve to be played.

~BELLS

Dead.Neva,

I just can't believe it.
No, I can't.
HE is NOT dead.
No, Beth, you were dreaming.

Samuel Thomas did not die.
No.
NOOOO.
He is safe home with his family.



.....


HE IS NOT DEAD OKAY?

......

I mean, it just can't be.
Excuse me.

*Locks herself in the bathroom and sobs to death*

....

Sorry, I'm just REALLY sensitive.

I mean, I hit the boy with a bag!
WITH A BAG CONTAINED A SANDWHICH AND MY VERY HARD SCRAPBOOK!

He just, can't.

Sometimes I felt like kidnapping him to give him a lesson.
Sometimes I felt like high-fiving him or complimenting him when he was sweet.

But I never thought he would be dead.
Not now.

~Bella