In an attempt at helping a friend, Bella Cooper gets blamed for the accident of her fall from the roof of the High School, causing catastrophic events to occur. Follow Bella as she deals with the lies of her 'mother' and her betrayal. Ent Ryan and Marissa.
After the claim of Marissa's death Ryan moved on to marry Taylor, he hasn't spoken to Julie in years, he couldn't seeing as everything reminded him of Marissa. Except Marissa didn't die...Marissa was pregnant and found the way she could escape without ruining his life...and well Marissa didn't keep the baby with great regret, but Julie wouldn't let her get rid of it...hmm now who would the baby be?! Yup you guessed it right...wait until they all find out. P.s Review! And I suck at summaries! Jess (: x
3 Months Ago
Her footsteps echoed across the corridor, reflection shining against the newly waxed floor. Isabella Cooper was in trouble again, this time it was not her fault. "What are you doing out again? You gotta' hall pass?" Screwing her face up, she shook her head almost immediately. "Shut the hell up Zack, I gotta' go see the principal..." Raising a speculating brow Zack almost grinned in delight. "Oh of course, your little stunt in P.E...Nicely done Cooper if I didn't say so myself." Shoving past him with a look of disgust Isabella sauntered off in the direction of the office in which she so desperately tried to avoid for the past hour and a half. "Oi! I wern't done talkin' with you...You don't have a hall pass, so you're in detention...for the rest of the week 'cause I feel like it...caphice?" Letting out a groan of frustration Bella continued walking, muttering under her breath, "Fucker."
The dreaded Eighth grade, the terrible teens, or that's what her mother had called it. Bella had thought it great, at least until today...Having had a history when it came to trouble, when it came to it, nobody believed her, even if she had done it or not. Letting her fist brush against the glass pane of the principals door, Bella paused, collecting herself. Sternly the voice spoke, as if out of breath. "Enter." Breathing a sigh of expectancy Bella let herself in, stepping into the cool of the office. Every time she had been here she could remember it being cool, well cold for that matter, she had almost been expecting to see Principal Bull sitting there, her bun neatly tied up so that her face looked as though it had been lifted to make her look 'younger' Letting herself linger in the doorway for only a moment, Bella moved towards the frayed arm chair, put there to make it seem more inviting...yet the feel of it was getting old now, especially for Bella seeing as she had been in here plenty of times. Opening her mouth up to speak, Bull slammed a file down onto the desk. "Never seen anything like it in my life!" Shaking her head Bella groaned in protest. "You have it wrong...I didn't do it!" Bull let a laugh fall past her lips. "One teacher saw and we have eye witness students, don't you think you have hurt that girl bad enough for you to now go lying about it?" Standing up almost as quickly as she had sat down Bella shook her head. "I'm telling the truth! She fell, I tried grabbing her." Eyes full of anger the woman in which was standing over her grabbed her quickly, shaking her. "Enough Isabelle! I have had enough of this!" Pushing her off she moved to the door. "Mom! Stop it...I didn't do it..." Through her tears she shook her head. "How could you not believe me?" Julie Cooper let out a shaky sigh. "Oh Bells, I do believe you, but how would it look if I wasn't to take action, they would sue the ass off of me..." Shoving her arm from Julies grasp Bella glared with hatred...never had she hated her mother as much as she did now? "So what then? You're going to expel me or something!?" With the stern cold look that was Julie Cooper she spoke. "Yes." Disbelief shone in the girls eyes, as if she had just been disowned. "You're not my mother." Without another word Bella stormed out, slamming the door behind her, causing the glass to shake in its own anger. The once cold look turned to a look of resentment. "I know..."