Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they are Stephanie Meyers
Summary- Bellaâs the daughter of rich and famous Renee. She's forced to go through with an overworked schedule and is trapped in her own home. So what happens when her cousin Alice convinces her to go to high school? Can she live a normal life and have a little teenage romance?
Forced Perfection
Chapter 1
"Alright, Bella, you're doing great." Anna, my personal gymnastics instructor, smiles from below me, encouraging me. "Just keep your toes pointed... There we go!"
I've finally trained enough to perform the next balance beam trick, even though itâs my worst area in gymnastics. It's one of Anna's own original tricks â a back flip, followed by a quad twist, but I have to land on my hands and split my legs open. It's one of the hardest I've ever tried, but today I finally got it right!
I drop to my feet on the ground, my face flushed, but I'm beaming at Anna. She hands me a towel and I wipe the sweat from my face.
"Great job today, Bella!" she compliments as I adjust my hair. "Just make sure you come back here on Wednesday at 10AM, understand? We need to practice your dismount on the balance beam. Our next meet will be next Friday and we need to get your balance beam skills perfect or getting into championships will be impossible. We're going to practice double backs on Wednesday, okay, kiddo? Go on and take a shower now; clean yourself up."
I nod and reach over to grab my water bottle as Anna retreats to her office in the back. "And don't forget to stick to your diet!"
I grin and offer her a thumbs up, still panting heavily and unable to speak properly. I drink down the rest of my water and toss it into the trash can next to the bench I'm sitting on. Wiping my face once more, I head toward the exit of the gym and step into the long corridor leading to the foyer of my house.
Now, I know youâre wondering: 'How the hell does she get to her house so quick from a gym?'
It just so happens that my mother Renee is a famous actress. Since she's been in that movie where she was this great mom who had a wonderful life until she found out she was pregnant I believe. I wouldnât know because I rarely ever pay any attention to her work or any of her movies.
If you haven't figured out by now, I donât like my mother. I really don't. It's a shameful thing to admit, I know, but I will not lie. Now, if my mother was just any ordinary distant mom like from the families of the people I've met, I wouldn't mind. I'd have endless luxury and peace, free to do whatever I wanted. But, you see, my mom doesn't onlynotpay attention to me, she makes me work my butt off to satisfy her!
I have to be absolutely perfect. She looks at me more as a piece of clay that she has to mold into perfection instead of her daughter. I have to train in gymnastics at the gym, just like I was doing now, to keep my body in full shape. I have to practice the piano, violin, and flute just for the sake of when someone asks me if I know how to play frigginâ instrument! I have acting lessons just in case I want to be an actress (I do, however, use these acting lessons to my advantage sometimes). I have dancing lessons from every style of dance you could think of from ballroom and jazz to break dancing and modern. Sometimes, but very rarely, do I have art lessons on painting and drawing. I have vocal and guitar lessons which I absolutely love because I want to become a singer one day but my mother has other plans for me! Iâve also been home schooled my entire life thus far, which is a big thing that I plan to change soon.
Now, when I do have free time, which is very scarce, I like to, surprisingly, leave my house. Or mansion. However you want to look at it. Yes, when I need to be, I am proper I know how to act and when to, but I am a teenager at heart and no one can ever change that. I get rebellious and impulsive urges, which I do, thankfully, usually ignore. My hormones rage whenever I see an attractive boy. I like that excitement and fun that comes with doing these I enjoy with people that I like. Sometimes I just wish I was a normal, simple teenage girl dealing with the high school drama and romance like everyone else.
One person I can open up to about this kinda stuff is my cousin, Alice. She and I rarely pulled apart. She does live with me, but sheâs always going out with her friends from school and everything, which makes it hard for me to see her, but I'm always busy with all the stuff my mother is forcing me to do anyway, so I don't blame her.
But today is one of the days I do actually see her, since she has an exam coming up soon and she needs to study a lot, otherwise she won't pass tenth grade. Oh, yes, and by the way, weâre only fifteen years old... soon to be sixteen, though.
Alice and I practically kill each other as she mauls me over with a huge textbook in her hands. I stand up, rubbing my head from the impact. "Alice, what are you doing!?".
She stands up as well, closing her textbook, and smoothing out her clothes. "Um studying, I guess?" She giggles nervously and tucks a strand of her black spiky hair behind her ear, blinking her ice blue eyes at me.
"Where were you, anyway?" she inquires, taking notice of my pink leotard. "Does Renee have you training again?" She rolls her eyes and places her free hand on her hip. She doesnât like my mother very much, either.
"Shh!" I warn her, shoving my pointer finger against my lips. "Be quiet! There are surveillance cameras all over the place! You don't want her knowing that you hate her do you?"
Alice's expression darkens at me and I continue, "Anyway, keep studying or whatever. I need to get the hell outta this leotard. It'skillingme!"
"Alright then, but" She hesitates and looks up at me. "When are you ever coming to my school, Bella? You don't want to be home schooled for the high school years of your life, do you? Those are the best years!"
"I don't know, I answer truthfully, starting to walk away, "I'll have to talk with mother about it." I eye the camera that's recording everything going on in the foyer.
"Fine, she sighs, looking disappointed, Then I'll see ya around, okay?" She walks off in the opposite direction, climbing the spiral staircase to the next floor where her room is.
I toss my towel over my shoulder and continue down the hallway on the first floor, right under the staircase and into my spare room. Yes, I do have more than one room, but I usually just use it so no one will bother me or to keep my extra clothes in the closet âlord knows I shouldnât need another closet, but, as much as I'd hate to admit, I do actually like shopping.
And Alice's a shopping fanatic, so when you put those together, you get one big mess of clothes, shoes, make up, and hair products.
Once I change into a pair of shorts and a tank top, I feel much better. Even though I train basically three days a week with gymnastics, I hate the leotards more than the sport itself. Eh, but sometimes I look at other girls in the street and I feel lucky to have the kind of body I do because a lot of people would kill to be me.
So, as of right now I have a few hours of time on my hands. Usually I just wander around the manor, looking for things to do, which is not hard in my house. Sometimes Iâd go for swim or maybe go tanning on the sun deck or even go and play some video games (yes, I am quite the tomboy at times).
I start to wander off and end up on the third floor. This is where my mom always stays, since we pretty much have the equivalent of a house on each floor, with some extras. But I rarely ever come up here, so now I'm wondering, what the hell?
I turn to leave before my mother or any of her junky friends can come out into the hallway and see me when I remember Alice's words.
"When are you ever coming to my school, Bella? You donât want to be home schooled for the high school years of your life, do you? Those are the best years!"
I sigh reluctantly. I'm going to have to talk to my mother sooner or later and it's better I do it sooner than later, right? I turn back around and head down to the end of the corridor where there are two double doors leading to her room. I hear a lot of shouting and booming laughter through the doors of the rec room and the game room where there's a bar and billiards, too. It figures her friends would be in those.
The double doors lead to my mother's room and the only people allowed in there are her and I, with the exception of a maid or servant if it's an emergency. I hesitate before knocking gently on the polished oak wood. I knock three times, to let her know it's me and sure enough, I hear her voice.
"Come in!"
I bite my lip thoughtfully before I turn the handle of the right door and step in carefully. Everything seems to be in order: my mother is sitting on her couch before her humongous television, watching one of her latest movies again.
"Um, mother?" I say nervously, not daring to move an inch from the entrance. "Can we talk about something? It's important."
"Sure, talk away, is the absent reply." This answer angers me for some reason, though I can't place it. I clench my jaw, trying to keep my patience and sigh.
"Mother im serious," I say through clenched teeth, "I need to talk to you about something. How am I ever gonna do anything when you don't even look at me!? All you ever look at is that dumb television."
"Watch your mouth about my movies, girl," she says to me, waving her hand in my direction. "And what is so important that it requires conversation between us?"
This remark infuriates me even more, but I hold back from screaming. I'm not one to make a scene. Finally, she pauses the movie with her remote and turns to look at me.
"Well?" she prompts with a raise of her eyebrows.
Although I"m tempted to walk over to her and sit next to her on the couch like a normal daughter would, I stand in place. "Alice has been asking me for some time now about when I'm going to start going to her high school with her."
"Yeah, I know, she replies, She's all over making that happen, Of course it wouldnt, but I don't want -
"Wait, what?" I interrupt her, widening my eyes. Hopefully, I am hearing things. She didn't just say I'd never go to high school, did she?
She chuckles lightly, obviously amused by my determination to actually go to school like the rest of the normal population. "You don't really wanna go to high school, do you? All the drama might keep you away from your."
"Overworked schedule?" I say, folding my arms in front of my chest. "mom, you just can't keep me away from the outside world. I am a person too, and I know you want the best for me, but making me work 24/7 without letting me be able to have a social life or do anything I want is far from the best."
She looks taken aback by what I said, and I don"t blame her. I"ve never called her 'mom' before only mother. And I've never questioned her plans for me until now. But I can't help myself she is a person, no less or more of anyone else and I refuse to be pushed around by someone, especially a person like her. It's beneath me.
"Very well put, young lady, but I will not tolerate that kind of speech in my house." she says, her face twisting into a scowl. "Now get out of my sight. I will reply to you about the whole 'high school' issue later on."
I open my mouth to say something back, but she turns around and starts her movie again, refusing to look back at me. I sigh in frustration and leave, slamming the door behind me. I bury my face in my hands and sigh heavily. Today would be like every other from here on in.
So maybe I should go for a swim.
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