Her sleep was interrupted by a high pitched ringing and she threw her hand over her alarm clock, silencing it; at least for a few more minutes. As it started ringing again she popped her head up enough to be able to see through her birds nest of a bed-head and grabbed the annoying machine before throwing it into the wall and, yet again, burying her head into her fluffy pillow. It only took a few seconds before her father, Charlie, burst through the door.

"What happened?" he bellowed in panic. Bella didn't move as she heard Charlie walking over to the crushed and annoying piece of now scrap metal lying on the floor by the door and pick it up. He sighed and stepped to stand beside her bed.

"Bells, get up." She didn't. "If you don't get up, get dressed and drag your sorry ass to school right now, I will have to help you. You have five minutes," he ordered, in a true chief of police fashion. He closed the door shut and Bella groaned before getting up.

She scratched her head while standing in front of her closet, not knowing what to put on for her first day. First impression is everything… she thought and tore out a pair of light gray over sized sweat pants. She matched it with a big yellow long sleeved t-shirt and put over it a dark purple tee. To cover her shambolic hair style she put on a same color yellow bandana on top of her head and dark purple flat visor baseball hat. She also grabbed a huge hoodie and her back pack before heading down stairs.

"I´m up!" she announced to her father as she put on her white high-top adidas sneakers and put on her purple urban classic college jacket… without its sleeves.

"W-well," her father stuttered hesitantly. "Do you want me to drive you?" Too late, Bella was already out the door and on her way to school. Not that she was planning on attending her classes.

She walked with her hoodie up, letting it cover her sight almost completely. She hated the rain, and she hated when it assaulted her eyes so. Her hands were in her pockets and suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks, her face turned into an angry grimace as she reached back to slam her backpack onto the pavement beneath her feet and cursing out loud.

"Fuck!" she screamed. She hated it when she forgot her iPod, it made her restless and angry; not that having it made her calm, but at least it help her to get through the day without throwing a chair at someone for looking at her the wrong way or making fun of her for being small and fragile looking.

She cursed again and kicked a tree before picking up her backpack as well as her pace. She threw a few punches in the air, being that there was nothing and no one else nearby to take out her frustration on.

Once she noticed the ground changing slightly in color she looked up to see that she was already at school. A swarm of immature, frightened and more importantly shallow creatures ravished the parking lot, as well as each other. Bella grunted and stepped onto the Land of the damned. She didn't bother going to the office since she wasn't planning on going to class in any case, no matter what people might think of her repetitive absence.

The students stared at her, silenced by her very presence as she passed and rounded a corner of one of the buildings, scouring the area for a good place to take a smoke. She found a decent spot and sat down on the ground, not caring that it was damp from the rain, and pulled out the cigarettes from her bag and placed one in between her full lips. She rumbled around a little in her back pack before realizing that she had forgotten her lighter at home.

"Shit," she breathed.

She walked back to the parking lot, in search for someone that possessed a lighter, only to notice that the parking held no more a crazed heard of humanized chickens but only monstrosity cars. She grunted in frustration and walked into the main building. The hallways were as populated as the Sahara desert. She walked around for a bit, getting lost in how things looked inside, and she didn't want to hang outside without being able to smoke, alone nonetheless.

She caught sight of someone who looked to be a teacher, unless the students here walk around in business suits and grow mustaches, of course. Turning on her heels and walking the other way while trying not to look too suspicious Bella was feeling utterly retarded for even coming up with the idea to step foot inside a school building. Why she had thought she would be able to walk around without being detected was a question she had asked herself more than once. That was probably the only thing Bella didn't like about herself; that she never learned.

"Excuse me?" the teacher called out. Correction: hated about herself. She didn't stop; instead she pretended that she hadn't heard the elderly voice of the small wizened man dressed in a time-stained brown suit and greasy red tie. Though Bella's attempt at escape without being discovered she failed, for the man in the suit did not think that the option of letting her go prevailed.

"I said; excuse me!" She kept her pace. "You in the purple hat, stop right there."

"Damn it." Her voice was low. She looked around, as if she was looking for something and then turned, pointing a finger at herself and looking at the small man questioningly. "Were you talking to me?"

The teacher walked up to Bella and looked at her as if she was an idiot and would never understand the reality of the cruel world waiting not far beyond her small word of teenage hebetude. "What?" she asked, her cigarette wobbling with the movement of her lips as she stared back at the soon to wither little man in the true way of a teenage rebel.

"Firstly," the man said, reaching up toward her mouth, "we do not let students smoke on school grounds." He took the cigarette, silently confiscating it.

"So, if I was, like, I don't know, not on school grounds and you saw me smoke… you wouldn't say shit 'bout it?" Bella raised her eyebrow. He ignored her.

"Secondly, I would like for you to walk straight to class right this second because it has already started. What is your first class?" He talked slowly, having been given the impression of Bella being retarded; no one would ever argue against that.

"How should I know?" Bella shrugged, giving him a stupid look. He smiled forcibly at her and told her to follow him. She stood still as he took a few steps, debating with herself the pros and cons of the situation. Considering the size of the school, and the town for that matter, it would probably be a stupid idea to assume that he would not be able to guess who she was. If she left and the teacher did realize who she was he would probably decide to make her young life completely miserable and call her father, and Bella did not want bars covering her window along with a life time of house arrest.

She followed suit, staying more than a few steps behind. She waited outside the office building and as the man came back out he handed her three pieces of paper; a map of the school, her schedule and a paper for the teachers to sign her first day. He explained to Bella in unnecessary detail how everything worked and finally, as Bella had had enough, she interrupted him.

"Look, can I go now?" She was slumping as she stood there and waited for an answer. Apparently he didn't trust Bella because he decided to follow her all the way to her classroom and telling her stuff about the school. All the while using basic and simple words, treating her as if she was an elementary school student. It enraged Bella to the depth of her soul.

The teacher opened the door for Bella and she stomped in. Then she turned around and grabbed the door just to slam it shut, creating a loud noise as the door hit its frame and clicked shut. On Bella's way to her seat she was flailing her limbs all over the place and making angry gestures with her hands and arms. She kicked in the air and her whole body made small jerks when she didn't hit, kick or flail. As she stood beside her seat she threw her bag beside it before sitting down, not bothering to hang it neatly behind her chair like the others, nor had she hung up her jacket like they had. She slumped in her seat, sitting astride with her hat still on and leaning deep into her seat.

The students as well as the teacher did not know what to say or do, so they didn't say or do anything. The students kept writing on their papers after having stared at Bella in mock shock. Bella looked around and spotted a pretty blond haired boy sitting next to her, seeming to be engrossed in what he was writing. This intrigued Bella so she leaned her chair toward him so that it was standing on only two legs and peeked over his shoulder. She didn't seem to be able to get a good look so she grabbed his paper and sat back in her seat, looking at it.

It wasn't any good, nor was it interesting so she crumpled the paper and threw it in the back of the head of the person sitting in front of her. After that she slumped down in her seat again, awaiting someone to correct her behavior.

"Miss," right on cue,"are you sure that you are in the right place?" The teacher, Mr. Berty, reminded Bella of a bird for some reason.

"I don't know, are you sure I'm not?" she answered him with an attitude. Bella was angry, and annoyed and having her teacher doubt her ability of getting to the right classroom did nothing to help her moody self to calm down.

"That is your responsibility to know, not mine."

"So what you're saying is that if you are going to get a new student in your class it's not your responsibility to know that?" Bella asked, exaggerating confusion. "Just hold your class for the others, mark me off on your attendance list and I promise to shut up in return."

Mr. Berty seemed to be thinking this over but decided to go along with what Bella had suggested in the end and marked her off on the attendance list to continue with the lesson.