In this world there are three types of girls. Girl 1 is the normal girl. Pleases her parents, follows rules, and all that goody goody shit. The girl next door. Girl 2 is the bold girl. The girl who does what she is told but still holds a little flare. The nice girl but if you step to her she will handle her stuff. The school girl. And Girl 3 is be tamed. Fuck rules because I make my own type of girl. Look at me wrong and I'll break your face type. Dance at clubs even though in under age. Let me be clear, Hi I'm Isabella fucking Swan. Bella for short. The wild child and the best girl number three you can come across. And this is how this Girl number 3 was tamed.
"BELLA IF YOU DONT GET DOWN HERE" That horrid voice yelled once again. Moving my pillow from my face I opened my green eyes. Laying there for a moment I tried to match that voice with a face. I must have taken to long because I heard foot steps coming towards my door.
Hearing my door knob turn I seen the shit of my being. My mother. Feeling myself make the "what do you want face" I sat up enough to place my elbow under me for leverage. Seeing her cross her arms I rolled my eyes.
"May I help you?" I said after clearing my throat. Flipping my messy blond hair over my shoulder I raised a perfectly arched eye brow. Seeing her foot start to tap I let out a loud breath and got up. Running a hand through my hair I let the cover fall around my waist and heard my mom suck in a noisy breath.
"Isabella Marie Swan is that a tattoo?!" She yelled as she marched over to me and snatched my arm up to get a better look. Slowly moving my head to look at her red face I raised my eye brown again. Following her glare I looked down to see a pretty bad ass tattoo on my upper waist. Smirking as flash backs filled my head of the night before. I was so deep in thought that I didnt hear Renee yelling at me to explain... again. God its the same thing with her over and over again.
I guess she had gotten pretty loud because her boyfriend Phil popped up at my door. What is this a fucking piss Bella off day? Feeling myself starting to get upset. Snatching my arm back from my so called mother I started to get up only for her to push me back down.
"Explain that tattoo Isabella." She said as her voice dipped in a vellum I feared when I was a child. Rolling my eyes again I felt my fist ball at my sides. I tried to get up again to hear a 'Smack' sound off and the side of my face stinging enough to make my eyes water.
"Oh shit." I heard Phil say from my door way as he made his way over to us. Before he could take another step I jumped for my mom and we tumbled to the floor. Bringing a fist down on her face I smiled in the inside when I heard a crack. I dont know how long we where fighting but I felt myself being pulled away by two strong sets of arms. Kicking my legs out I landed one more good kick at Renee before I was dragged out the room.
And that is how I ended up moving in with my father, A police officer who lived in the middle on no where.
Okay. This is the start. I really dont want to write a story no one will read so Im just going to do this and review and tell me what you thing. Thank you.
-Izzy