All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
The green trees passed by us in a blur. I sighed. My parents thought it would be healthy if I left the bad environment of a big city and came to live with my dad. They just didn't understand. It wasn't the environment. It was me. Something wasn't right with the way I thought.
Charlie pulled into a slightly familar driveway. I had visited Forks every year for a summer since I was born. Except for this summer. This summer I was too busy getting better. Charlie popped the trunk, and I tried to grab my suitcase before he did. He wouldn't have it saying I didn't need to strain myself. It was true though. The bag probably weigh more than I did. My room was the same as always. Blue walls, yellow curtains, and hardwood floor. The bed was small, but I didn't take up much room anyways.
I unpacked all my way too big clothes and little nic-nacs. I went downstairs were Charlie was talking on the phone. He hung up shortly.
"Who was that?" I asked pulling a water bottle out of the fridge.
"That was your new doctor, Dr. Cullen. You have an appointment Wednesday after school." I sighed. I hated going to the doctors. All they do is make you fat enough to be healthy and then they kick you to the curb.
"I bought a new scale yesterday, and I taped up everything we need on the fridge." I looked over at the refridgerator and sure enough there they were. Satan's version of the Ten Commandments. Rule One: Thou shall eat.
Charlie continued. "Everything is ready at school. That is if you're up to it. " I nodded. I had nothing better to do.
Awkward silence. "Well I can order pizza if you'd like?" I shook my head quickly. Pizza was too good and had way to many calories.
"I'll make something." Charlie nodded and went into the living room to watch television. I sighed. Pizza sounded so good....
An half-hour later we were sitting around the table eating spaghetti. I scooted mine around the plate trying to put it off as long as possible.
"Bella." Charlie warned. I sighed and took a bite. It was heaven and hell at the same time. I ate enough to make Charlie happy. Better get use to it. I told Charlie I was going to bed. I took my toiletries to the bathroom and began brushing my teeth. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a scale. I spat out my toothpaste, and stepped slowly onto it. 95 lbs. I sighed. A small part of my mind knew that was still too skinny, but the bigger part of my brain was bawling her eyes out.
Three weeks ago I had been a deadly 82.6 lbs. when the paramedics rushed me to the hospital after my mom found me passed out. After that all I heard was eat, eat, eat. The doctors sent me home after two weeks where I stayed with my mom. I had therapy sessions twice a week, and a check up once a week. I was getting better but not as quickly as the doctors hoped I would. That's where Charlie came in. Now I'm seeing Dr. Cullen three times a week. I'm secretly glad to be out of Phoenix. The kids in school had hear and quickly everyone was staring at me, whispering about the anorexic girl. Renee was no help. All she ever do was cry when she saw me. Of course I had my therapist, but it's not like I was actually going to tell him what I was thinking.
I only had one goal in life: to disappear all together. I got off the scale and finished my nightly routines. I layed in bed staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars I had put on the ceiling when I was twelve. Those were happiers times. I wish I could go back then. I wish I could just go back before all of this started. I closed my eyes and wished on the glowing stars just for that. I opened my eyes. Nothing. It was worth a shot.
I woke up at 5:30 for no particular reason. I stayed laying down waiting for the sun to come streaming through the windows. After an hour I remembered where I was and that it was probably unlikely. I took a hot shower and put on my clothes. I still had to wear a belt. I needed new clothes. Charlie stuck around just to make sure I ate breakfast. I walked out to my truck(a welcome home present from Charlie) and headed off to school. Forks High was nothing but a few small building clustered together. I parked in an empty spot and left the warmness of my truck. It was summer but I was always cold. The office wasn't hard to find and held nothing but a couple desk, fake plants, and a heavy-set woman. The woman's name plate read Ms. Cope.
"I'm Isabella Swan?" In my nervousness it came out as a question. Ms. Cope's reaction to my appearance was almost comical. Sallow cheeks, toothpick arms and legs, and baggy clothes.
"Yes, Charlie's daughter. I have your stuff right here, Isabella." I grimaced at the name. Ms. Cope flipped through a few folders till apparenlty she found what she was looking for.
"Here's your schedule and a map of the school." I had to keep from scoffing. I don't think I would need a map. She handed me a small piece of paper. "I'll need you to have all your teachers sign this and bring it back to me at the end of the day. I hope you enjoy Forks, dear." I didn't have the heart to tell her that that would never happen so I just smiled and nodded. As I predicted I didn't need the map. I walked into class and the teacher directed me to the back. I heard a few cat-calls(which made me blush) and a few whispers. Great. Less than five minutes in and you already have rumors spreading. Class was boring. A boy Mike offered to help me find my classes. I felt the urge to scoff again but instead just allowed him to do his own thing. He chattered non-stop all the way to class. Turns out I have every class with Mike. Joy. My own little puppy. The day went by as usual. Apparently, the teachers knew about my 'problem' as they all watched me like hawks at lunch. I blushed at the attention and of course some of the other students noticed but didn't say anything. Biology was next, and Mike was disappointed that we couldn't be partners since he already had one. I was happy of course but made sure not to show it. The teacher signed my slip and watched me wearily. Great. There was a boy sitting at my table. A very gorgeous boy. (AN:I won't go into detail about Edward. We all know what he looks like.) I mumbled a hello, and he mumbled one back. The teacher, Mr. Banner, called me to the front to introduce myself. I sighed and got up.
"Uh, I'm Bella. I moved here from Phoenix." I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to say. No way was I telling them about my 'problem'. Mr. Banner, however, didn't think this sufficed.
"Why did you move here?" I grimaced. Of course he had to ask that.
"I just wanted to spend more time with Charlie -I mean my dad." I lied. That was a good enough excuse, right? Mr. Banner let me sit back down. Thank God. The rest of the day was boring and all I could do was dread Wednesday.
It's been one day and already I wanted to bury myself under ground and never leave. Perfect.
Love it? Hate it? I wanted to write a story about my own battle with anorexia and wrote this. Sorry if the weight numbers are unrealistic. I don't really remember the time span between each number. Anyways, I hope you like it.
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P.S. Tell me what sort of character Edward should be. I haven't exactly decided how I wanted his personality to be.
