She was born on a day that wasn't well known. She could have been born on a day in a month between beasts, one going into it's winter slumber, the other rearing up its fiery head. She could have been born on a day where the sun refused to set, a day where the fun activities could go on for hours, the longest day in the year perhaps. Maybe she was born on a disappearing day, one that showed every few years, the one that brought together the year of the sun with the year of earth.

        She never was told what day it was. Sometimes it was everyday. She would wake up and a cake would be waiting, and this would happen for a week straight. One time it was two to three years till she got a cake. She thought that was normal for the longest time. Until she made her first friends, who had a birthday once a year.

        Another thing she never knew was her real name. It would change every few months, sometimes weeks at a time. Fionna, Marcy, Elora, Maisha, Rachelle. Each new name was at a new place. It was always another town, another school. Another cheap house, or apartment. Sometimes they would just stay in the car. Tiffany, Jude, Katie, Alyssia. She couldn't count the number of first days she had, or the number of last days. Nor the number of friends she had to leave behind. Eventually she stopped making friends.

         Her mother also changed names each time. Ruby, Kennedy, Jordan, Victoria. The only name that stayed the same was that of her father. Everytime she would ask about him, it would always be the same. Nick. He was a charming man. Too good for this world. Died protecting his family. Nothing too tragic, just sad. Those were always her mom's words.

        They were very poor, but they were happy. Some days would go by without a meal, but there never was a day without an I love you or a smile. They would face each day with renewed determination. They would walk with each other to every new job, every new landlord, every new principal, so on so forth. Their story would stay the same. They were a single mother and her daughter, new to town. She was a bright young girl well versed in math, science, english, cooking, sewing, so on and so forth. Her mother was a saleswoman, a cook, a chauffeur, a janitor, and so on. It wasn't much, but it was a living.

        She always felt as if there could be more. Every time they left a place, a piece of her was left behind. Eventually she was just a fraction of a human, moving from place to place. She was determined to live, determined each day, but she wanted to be different, she wanted something different. Then there was Hudson Enterprises. They just started offering up jobs, offering up permanent residences. All for no fee. Just honest work. They were one of the first people to show up for the benefits. It wasn't that way for long. Soon people came from everywhere, each with different backstories. Some were immigrants, some aged out of the social care system, some were just looking for a new start. They all were misfits, outcasts, nobodies, but together, together they were a community.

        Someone once said that if you put a bunch of criminals together in a home for a period of time, they most likely would turn on each other. The thieves would keep stealing, even from each other. The killers would kill, for that was their nature. Rapists would rape, even if it were each other. The same could be said of the poor. If they were desperate enough, if they wanted it badly enough, they would step on each other to get what they wanted.

        That wasn't the case here. Without the oppression of society, with just a simple, basic, off grid community provided to these people, they prospered. That was why the Enterprise started the idea in the first place. To give the underbelly of the world a second chance. Or at least that was what they told the news. That's what everyone believed.

        The first few weeks were amazing. The work was tough, but nothing they hadn't done before. She went to school full time during the, she made actual friends, she started a social life. She then started to drift further and further from her mother. They had different lives, different jobs, different hobbies. Eventually, they lived in different parts of the complex. One day, her mother left. No warning, no note. She was just gone. Her mother never really liked still life. Her mother was a nomad, a heart that was born to run. She was a homebody, a settler. She knew that her mother still loved her, and wanted the best for her. It was time for her to live her own life.

        She came upon her name when watching the Disney movie Beauty and the Beast. She found a liking to the female protagonist Belle, who, much like herself, was independent, and not your average girl. She never really liked how the movie ended, nor the love story that much, but she loved the voice of Belle, a woman named Paige O'Hara. The name was a wonderful name, so she adopted it as her own. It took a few days for her to get used to it but eventually it was second nature to her.

        She stopped going to school when she was twelve years old. She just felt like there was no need. The studies were uninteresting, she had no overarching life goal reach, and she didn't want to be in any other profession. She just wanted to be herself. So she lived her life in the Enterprise. She was offered many opportunities to get a better job, to move to a different place. She always declined, saying she wanted a simple life with simple pleasures. So they would give her gifts and company benefits, and left her to do her own thing.

        She became something of a den mother/welcoming committee for all newcomers. Since she had been there the longest, people came to her for help or advice. All the long term residents knew her by first name, and came to respect her. She saw people come, and she taught them the basics of the jobs. Handfuls would leave each day, some good friends, others just not meant to stay. She would treat them all the same.

        She never had much of a love life. She would go on dates if she were asked, and occasionally she would ask others out. Sometimes a person would be too shy, or would believe that she was out of their league, but she was always patient. She would flirt or give hints galore, and then she would wait till they were comfortable around her. Eventually they would gain the courage to ask her out. The relationships never lasted long, either because they would leave, or because they didn't understand her.

        Then there was her first love. His name was Mateo Rameriez. He was a fairly energetic guy, who was well versed in mechanics and wood working. He told her stories of his travels, all the people he met, and all the places he had been. He could speak three different languages fluently, and was learning two others. He had been to France, Germany, Brazil, Japan, Russia, Spain, and now America. He planned to settle down, get married, and have kids. He wanted to use his skills to work for Hudson Enterprise, a company he said was the greatest in the land.

        They were a great couple. Always smiling, holding hands, laughing. They shared their first kiss in a paddle boat on a lake. It was the middle of the summer, sunny and seventy five degrees out, a perfect day. She lay her head upon his shoulder, their hands clenched together. They sat and listened to the birds in the trees, the fish in the lake, and the people on the shore. They sat in silence for sometime, and then turned towards each other, and shared a kiss. Simple as that. They were together for two whole years.

        Then he too, had to leave. Needed to explore more of the world. He offered to take her with. Begged her to come. She didn't want to leave, she felt as if there was something she needed to do, something she needed to wait for. They argued for the entire week before he had to leave. She told him that he could stay. They could get married, have kids. Just like he wanted. She didn't understand. He said that he would stay. That America was his last stop, that he was going to settle down. Now he wanted to leave. In the end they broke up, and he left. She got a teardrop tattoo to memorialize him. He once told her that a teardrop was significant, meaning loss. When his mother died, his father got a teardrop tattoo. When his father died, he got a tattoo of two tear drops, one under the other, beneath his own eye. Now she held a teardrop for him, for his memory was now gone.

        She didn't really fall in love again till there was Brock. There was something new about him. The way he just wandered onto the backyard of the Servant Headquarter. The lost look in his eyes. Then the way he looked at her. Like she was an angel. In his eyes, she saw herself in a new light. It wasn't the usual look of a man groveling to be with her. He saw her as his soul mate, as his other half, and he was hers. He was a little cautious around her at first, and she was surprised that he was comfortable with her very forward advances, but in the end it was worth it.

        She never told him, nor really showed him, how happy she really was. She didn't need to. He was happy enough with her at his side. She had a feeling that he knew anyway. The way he held her, the way he talked to her. Even, as awkward as it may seem, even in the way he kissed her. She knew that this was the thing she stayed for. He was the thing she had waited for.

        Then there was her last day. It was a normal day. She woke up with breakfast at the table, and him smiling down at her. She wanted to stay in bed, but her job was waiting. Work was normal. It all was normal. Normality is always such a concept to handle before tragedy. Tragedy changes an entire day. It was a normal day, until this event. They were normal people, until this happened. Anyday could be a tragic day. When it becomes a tragic day, then the word normal is thrown around. Without something that is not normal, normal couldn't exist.

        When she died, it was a normal day. Then she stepped out the door. She saw Brock standing only a few feet away. Something was wrong with him. He looked scared, truly scared. She wondered what he was doing away from his job. She thought that she had heard him call her name. That's why she stepped outside. She had felt the need to comfort him. Then they locked eyes. She saw his fear, and realized that he wasn't scared for himself. He was scared for her. Suddenly she wanted to turn back, to run. She couldn't leave him behind though. Then she heard a shot ring out. Then she felt something sharp hit her.

        Her life played before her eyes. Her birth. The day her father left. She was just a young child, she thought that was a memory she couldn't access, but there it was, fresh as day. Then it was every hour, every living minute. Every school, home, job. Every new and old face. Every smell, every sight, every taste, every touch, and every sound. All in one flashing moment. A lifetime in an entire second. Then her last moment. Her last thought, as each memory began to fade. It was her love for Brock. As strange as their love was, as fast as it began, it was her last moment. It was such a story, and that was okay. She knew it was okay. She finally was at peace.