HELLO PEOPLE!! crickets chirping Anyway this is a story I have been working on since may and I wrote this everyday after school. My computer malfunctioned and restarted itself so I lost EVERYTHING!! anime crying so my point is that it may take awhile to update this since I have to write this all over again -- hope u like this!

Once upon a time there was a girl who has a perfect life, a perfect family, and she was the best girl ever!

I'm still looking for that girl, cause she defiantly ain't me.

Anyways let me tell you a little about me.

My name is Isabella Bethany Brier. I go by Bella but my brothers call me Bells. I'm 13 years old. I have long straight brown hair and sparkling green eyes that bright up when I'm happy.

My oldest brother Matt is 20 years old. Let me tell you something. He is NOT my favorite brother of all time. He is always telling me to do things and he is so naggy! I bet he thinks I'm a waste of space. He always treats me like I'm another mouth to feed and I bet…he doesn't love me at all. He is always expecting me to do my work and he expects to make something out of me. Yeah, right. He is just pissed that he didn't get to go to college because he has to take care of me and my brothers. Matt has straight bronze hair that is always neat and clean, he also has black eyes that can burn hard but can also be very soft.

Next comes my brother Damien. He is 18. Damien is quiet but kind and he is smart too. Damien has black long shaggy hair and sad puppy dog caramel eyes that are always sad but kind. He also has a small studious smile.

Then comes my favorite, Jasper, Jazz for short. Jazz is 16. Jazz has blond hair that has a curl to it and the cutest happiest cerulean eyes. He has he happiest smile you have ever seen. Jazz is always nice to me, ever since I was a kid. We have to share a room, and ever since I was a little girl whenever I didn't feel well or when I had a nightmare, he would always come into bed and keep me company while I slept, and it made and still makes me feel a whole lot better.

My brothers and me have a unique bond, ever since my mom died when I was a kid.

It was so strange living in a house full of older boys, they tried their best to support me. Matt used to be much kinder then and Damien was less studious. Jazz was still my Jazz.

It became weirder for us since dad died two years ago, meaning new cold hearted less caring Matt and more quiet and shy Damien.

God how things have changed.

We didn't grow up on the best side of town, the part where old perverted men and drunk teenage boys going around and beating kids up and getting young girls like me pregnant.

Don't worry about me. My brothers protect me pretty well most of the time.

They are damn good fighters.

That's part of the reason Matt is yelling at me all the time, stuff about don't walk out alone or be careful where you are at night and always have someone out walking with you.

Puh-leeze, big whoop.

I mean god overprotective much?

Like now. I'm walking out alone because I wanted to go read in the park.

Just now I'm walking home.

I didn't notice the brown old beat up car slowly stalking behind me…