"Well, leaving that aside, Bella. Why are you even here right now?" I ignored Bella's pouty face and asked. "Shouldn't you be in your room and watching some kind of movie at the moment, while being huddled up in your bed like you usually are when I come over?"
I thought of the several times I saw Bella wrapped up in her blanket like she were a worm with only her head sticking out when I came over to her house.
Her mother always told her to get out and breathe in some fresh air in her free time when she wasn't helping her mother out or spending some time with her. But Bella always replied, saying that the air-conditioned air was much better on her lungs than the air outside, and went back to relaxing on the couch to her mother's dismay.
