I won't Tell: The Presley Hart Story

by bplumz46

Presley Ilyena Mae Hart was the spitting image of her mother, Reba. They looked exactly alike, only Presley was diabetic, like Brock. Presley stood at 5'10", the same height as her father. She was model thin, and was beautiful. Until one day.

1. Meet Presley

I Won't Tell: The Presley Hart Story

I don't own Reba or the Cast. I only own Presley, Carrie, and her kids. This story was collaborated with my super awesome and brilliant cousin, Bella (Merlinguurl4eva). Love you my sexy beast!

CH 1: Meet Presley

Presley Ilyena Mae Hart was the spitting image of her mother, Reba. They looked exactly alike, only Presley was diabetic, like Brock. Presley stood at 5'10", the same height as her father. She was model thin, and was beautiful. Until one day.

Presley's POV:

October 18, 2010:

"Presley Ilyena Mae Hart, come down here," Mom called.

"Coming, Mom," I replied from my bedroom, "Hold your horses. I'm trying to set my pump." As soon as I finished, I ran downstairs. I grabbed my iPhone and headed for the kitchen.

"Hey there, Mini Red," Daddy said, "How are you feeling?"

"Better than yesterday," I smiled.

"Carrie is taking you to school," Daddy said.

"Okay."

At school, a girl approached me. I didn't even know who she was.

"Hi, you're Presley, right," the girl asked. She wasn't the prettiest sight in the world.

"Um, do I know you," I asked. All of my friends came surrounding me.

"I'm Janna Marks," she said, "My sister, Katie, graduated with Kyra."

"Is this another one of your desperate popularity attempts, Marks," my best friend, Mackenzie Brenner, asked.

"Yeah, face it, Janna, you're fat, stupid, and ugly," my other best friend, Hayley Frey, retorted. My other two best friends, Jadyn Harris and Ashland Dupree, laughed in her face.

"And, by the way," McKenna added, "You may want to consider cosmetic reconstruction, if it will help at all. You'll never be in this group unless you're smart, pretty, and thin." All of us laughed. I didn't really think it was funny. Katie Marks was Kyra's best friend. What will I say when Kyra finds out I've been bullying her sister?

After school, Mom said that we were going to the Marks' house for dinner. I was so scared. I got dressed in my best clothes, curled my hair, and put makeup on. We walked into the door of the house, and it smelled wonderful.

"Hey, Presley," Janna said dryly.

"Hi, Fern," I said with fake bubbliness. Mom insisted that Janna showed me her room, so we both went upstairs.

"Why did you make fun of me at school today, huh," Janna asked.

"I didn't mean it," I said, "You're not fat, stupid, or ugly. I have an idea to pretty you up."

"How," Janna asked.

"I have about 500 bucks that I'm saving for an iPad, but, I'll use it to get you into the group," I said.

THE NEXT DAY:

"Oh, my God," McKenna gasped, "She just got prettier!" I glared at her. We were at our lunch table outside. All the eighth graders ate outside, because we were the oldest in the middle school.

"And it was all because of me," I giggled. All the girls high-fived me.

"I didn't think it was possible, Hart, but you actually did it, I'm stepping down from my position as leader," Mackenzie said, "It's officially yours."

"Hey, can I sit with you guys," Janna asked.

"Do I get unlimited texting," Mackenzie asked, "Plop your butt down next to Presley."

"Hey, Press," Janna said. We all gasped.

"My nickname isn't Press, Janna," I said, "It's Prius."

"Oh, sorry," Janna apologized.

"It's okay, you didn't know, you're good," I said, "But if you say it again, you're out."

"Got it," Janna said. Everyone was all smiles about Janna being in our group. It was a good day. We all apologized for bullying Janna, and we were best friends.