I smirk. “Pori, why do you always comment? Just try to accept me, flaws and all, and you’ll have a lot less stress in your life”
My name is Bella Rena and I love ballet. No, seriously.
My parents say they didn’t even realize my name sounds like “ballerina” when they named me — Bella was my Bubby, and Rena was because they were so happy to finally have a girl after four boys. Three more boys followed me, so I’m sure they wish they’d added several more names, but what can you do?
So I’m stuck with Bella Rena and a passion for ballet. Chicken? Egg? Who knows?
My good friends call me Bells, and my brothers call me “Bellka” in a thick Russian accent, which is, obviously, hilarious.
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