I looked at the scars on my wrists, jagged lines that never seem to fade. I felt my eyes

getting warm, but I sucked in a deep breath to keep from crying. I rolled my sleeve down and put

my bracelets back in place to further hide the painful memories of what I used to do to myself. I

looked into the bathroom mirror and yanked the brush through my wavy brown hair a few times

and added a head band. Looking in the mirror, i smiled wondering when it became so forced. I

went back into my room and grabbed my things before heading downstairs. My dad, Charlie was

already eating waffles when I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Morning Bella, how'd you sleep?" he asked. "Pretty good," I said smilling the same forced smile

from the mirror, "You?". "I slept like a log.", he said also smiling. I headed towards the door

waving goodbye to my dad before leaving. Once I was inside my truck I started to think of all the

ways my life had spiraled out of control in the last year. I used to live with my mom Renee, who

was more like a friend than a mother which was part of the cause. That's also why my parents

divorced my, father was a sheriff and wanted me to have discipline and morals, while my mother

didn't want me to have the same restricted life she had. when they divorced like more girls would,

I decided to move from Forks, Washington to Phoenix, Arizona with her. I was in eighth grade

when we moved and made friends pretty quickly, the only problem was that they weren't the best

influences. They all drank and some even smoked pot. Eventually I also started drinking, pot

wasn't my thing. I also started hooking up with random guys. My mom noticed I was becoming

more and more out of control,and what did she do? Nothing,absolutley nothing. Maybe if she

would have stepped in with some authority I wouldn't be this mess I was today. I snapped back

into the present once I arrived at school. I found a park and met my friends at the front of school.

Standing there waiting for me was Angela and Jessica with their boyfriends Mike and Eric. We

went to our first class, which somehow, we all had together. It was 's senior history

class, which I loved. I didn't love it because i actually liked history, I liked it because of a boy,

because of Edward Cullen. He was the quiet bad boy, the myster everyone wanted to solve. We

all sat down and started to talk about last nights homework while we waited for the bell to ring.

once the bell rang everyone started to settle into their places and I focused my attention at the

door knowing Edward would be walking in soon since he was always late. Two minutes after the

bell rang he walked in. He was tall, lean, had a head of gorgeous copper sex hair, and the most

beautiful green-blue eyes I'd ever seen. He even had a sex strut as he walked to his desk in the

back of the room. I watched him walk to his desk, and licked my lips as he sat down hoping no

one saw me. He was the sexiest creature I had ever seen and I wanted him...BAD.