La Bell et la Bete
Prologue
Sometimes when there's a will, there's a way. Or so some people say. There's also the saying that anything than can go wrong, will go wrong. Some people believe in Fate, some believe in the theory of randomness. I didn't really believe in anything.
All my life, I'd been nothing but Belle. I wasn't Hannah – the pretty one. I wasn't Cathy – the confident one. I was Belle – the youngest one. The quiet one. The freaky one. The one who would rather hang out in the library instead of Brody Spenser's house drinking my insecurities away. The one who spent her lunch doing homework that wasn't due until the next day.
I was the one who didn't care what anyone thought of her.
I wasn't the one who didn't care what anyone thought of her.
I was only Belle.
And I thought that's all I ever wanted to be. That I was just fine being the insignificant younger sister of Hannah-and-Cathy. That soon I'd be famous and successful and happy and all those kids who made fun of me in high school would grow up to be losers who begged me for a job some day. Because, really, that's realistic?
But after what I went through... and seeing how it all turned out... I couldn't decide if I believed in fate or randomness. I just knew that I didn't believe in nothing anymore. And for now... that was good enough.
Maybe it was fate... what happened to me, I mean. Or maybe it was just a random event that led me to the end of my story. Maybe I'd never know.
All I do know is that the first saying was right. With my will, I did find a way.
How random is that?