Chapter 1: FML

Bella

People in this town could tell you I'm introverted and shy, not really sociable.

People who know me in this town can tell you I have a snarky attitude, tend to be pissy, have a somewhat dry sense of humor. I really don't care what those people think.

Really. Don't. Care.

I can tell you it's useless to express your opinions. People either don't listen, don't understand, don't WANT to understand, or simply just don't give a fuck. So I don't either.

My sole purpose in this life is to be a housemaid for my father since he can't clean and/or cook to save his life. I'm an ear for my mom so she can rant on and on and on over the phone about how much her life sucks, what she needs, what she deserves, what she has, what she doesn't have...on and on and on...you get the gist of it.

I really really hate telephones.

No brothers or sisters to speak of. Thank God! That would make me a nanny too.

Friends... If by friends you mean non-blood related people I socialize and interact with on a daily basis, then yes I have friends. If by friends you means people I can trust, relate to, and enjoy having around, that's definitely a no.

I'm suspicious of anyone and everyone. Why the fuck would you want me around? Seriously. I don't have anything you could want. Nothing remotely interesting to add to the conversation, which has been proven over and over when anything I say gets dismissed or rebuffed. So really, I don't understand why people bother with me.

I'm guessing it's because of Charlie. My dad is Forks Chief of Police. Awesome, right? He's an all right guy, don't get me wrong. He doesn't get all in my business like some parents; he gives me my space. Maybe a little too much space but is only because he knows I'll never get in trouble.

With who?

With what?...

Exactly.

This is my last year at Forks High. I'm a senior. Woohoo! A senior should be excited, joyous and proud to finally be on their last year of this torturous path that is high school. I just want it to be over and done. I'll go through the motions, pass every class, smile at the appropriate moments, socialize the minimal amount required and once it's done, I'm outta here.

I'll present Charlie with my diploma, so he can frame it or do whatever the hell he wants with it, and be all proud and shit. I'll thank him for giving a bed to rest, food to cook, clothes to hide in. He's been good to me. I know he's the best father he knows how to be. I can't blame him for it... this existence that is my life. This is all me. My mistakes, my stupidity, my awkwardness, my inability to be normal.

And then, I'm done.

I'll hit that restart button and hope to get it right the next time. The magnitude of how much I've fucked up here is immeasurable. Hell, my mother left because she couldn't stand being around me. They don't have to say it to my face. She only calls when there's no one else to bitch to. It definitely doesn't come from the heart or because she misses me. I know this and I accept it. If she needs me to listen to her drunken rants, I'll do it. That's why I'm here. Right?

Until I'm not anymore.

Then they're screwed.


A/N: So, yeah.