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FIGHT BACK

(Temporary Name)

CHAPTER ONE - Defeat

I glared at my dad, Charlie, as I stuffed my already-full mouth with Wheaties. I hate Wheaties. He was conveniently absorbed in a particular article about Athlete's Foot in a flyer, avoiding the daggers I was throwing his way. I stared, hoping that if I did this long enough, he'd eventually peek to see if I was still throwing him the 'hairy eyeball', as he liked to call it. I was aware of the milk running down the side of my mouth, but I left it. Maybe it made me look a little more deadly. Rabies, perhaps.

I had moved to Forks, Washington to live with Charlie after my mother had remarried. I had been here a total of 48 hours, and Charlie thought it was completely necessary to invite over the neighbors to meet me. Now, I've been to Forks before. I used to come here all the time during the summer. Once I was old enough to throw a sufficiant hissy-fit, I was able to escape the clutches of Forks and all its frumpy inhabitants. If the constant cover of clouds and torrential rain was not enough for me, the neighbors surrounding our little flat would make sure my now indefinite stay here would leave me scarred for life.

I watched, a subtle smirk lingering in the corners of my mouth, as Charlie twitched and fidgeted under my glare. He was breaking, and he was breaking fast. Bella, 1, Charlie, 0.

"C'mon, Bells, don't be like that. It's only right that we have a formal celebration of your arrival! They're coming to see you, you know. The least you could do is put on a happy face and pretend like you appreciate their visit", he scolded.

I raised one eyebrow, letting my spoon drop the soggy wheatie back into the bowl with a splash. His authoritative voice didn't match his facial expression. It never did. Sometimes, if I didn't know any better, it seemed like Chief Swan was intimidated by his seventeen year old daughter. Presently, his sported his infamous puppy-dog stare, a subtle glitter in his eyes, leaving the false impression that he might burst into tears at any moment.

I sighed. "Dad, I'm not sure my face can handle another evening of Mrs. McGradey's pinching and poking. And what's that old guy's name? That lives in the green house with the yellow shutters -"

"Steve Templeton", Charlie inserted.

"-Yeah, him. He gives me the heebie-jeebies. I mean, honestly, where do his eyebrows end and his hairline begin? And that shadow above his upper lip... it's intense!" I shuddered, an unwanted image of face violating my retinas.

Charlie covered up his laughter with a loud coughing fit, averting his eyes in attempt to convince me he was still serious. When he felt he had a handle on himself again, he looked at me with an enthusiastic smile.

"They're not all old people! I invited The Brodie family, they have a few kids; and I think I managed Carlisle – I mean, Mr. Cullen – to come meet you. He's a great guy, and he's got a few kids around your age. He works at the hospital, we play pool sometimes", He explained.

I looked down at my Wheaties with a sigh of defeat. I was out of excuses, and if I thought about it, I didn't really want to come across as an anti-social, angsty teen. Kids my age didn't really like me too much. I tended to be slightly overwhelming. Some people call me weird. I'm alright with that. I'd rather be weird than boring. Honestly, there aren't that many interesting people my age. The slightly physcotic people always caught my attention, and I doubt, with the size of Forks High School, that it offered any abundance in originality. Not only will I be the first new girl in school in roughly 4 years, but I'll be the one who isn't exactly the cookie-cutter model, if you know what I mean.

I took an unneccessarily large gulp of air. Today would be the first day of my personal hell on earth.

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