My new story people, like it, hate it, love it, spank it...
Just read ya'll.
P.S I have bad spelling, Iu used spell check but ine is fucked, so if you are going to send a messgae saying 'your spelling is terible and blah, blah, balg...' Don't read my story theb, well that about it.
Chapter One
I woke up to the rare sunlight shining through the curtains that hung over the only window in my small room. I shivered as I placed my feet on the hardwood floor of my room, I quickly grabbed my slippers and put them on my feet. I could already tell that today was once again going to be another freezing day in Forks even with the sun shining.
I walked out of my bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall, Charlie my dad was already at work, he started early and finished late, sometimes it felt like I lived alone, good practice I guess for my future, alone.
Once I got out of the shower I quickly dressed and dried my hair, the house was cold, because the the heater was still broken and due to be fixed in a few weeks, one of the many down falls of living in a small town, they don't always have what you need.
I walked down the stair being careful not to trip and stumble down the stairs, into the kitchen, I was quick to turn all the stove burners on to heat up the dreadfully painted kitchen. I Grabbed myself some cereal from the cupboard and made myself some coffee. I hated the stuff but he works, I was feeling unusually drained today, even though I had an awesome night sleep.
Like every other morning I put the t.v on to watch the early morning cartoons, spongbob square pants my favourite, only my close friend Angela knows this, it not information you can trust with a lot of people when your a senior at high school where secrests spread like wild fire.
After I finished my breakfast and got all my school belongins together, it was time for me to leave, I switched of the t.v and stove and headed out the door. I pulled my coat tighter around me when I noticed the sun was once again covered by the clouds of Forks.
The walk to Forks High was slow, cold and uneventful. I always wished that I was skilled enough to drive, but after my first attempt behind the wheel of a car, Dad and me decided it was best if I stuck to walking, where the only one likely to get hurt is me. The dent in dads orange truck says it all.
When I arrived at school, I was a little early then usual (usual being; bell already gone), so I went to find Angela.
Angela, long time friend, quite, but is almost as positive as I am negative, she is my opposite, we to this day are still amazed at how we became friends, she will choose bright colours while I will choose black and grays, she will gush about how sweet love is, where I will say that love is for romantic movies (which I don't watch), and so on.
I walked to the table where she was sitting hold hands with Ben, her boyfriend, I did find them sweet to an extent. They would have a quick peck on the lips and hold hands at lunch and not fully make-out in a crazy animal charged face eating contents like another couples, like... you know what I'm not naming names... *cough* Jess and Mike *cough.*
"Hey Bella, how are you doing on this fine morning" asked Ben smiling. I just grunted in response, I am not a morning person. "I see that someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"My bed is a single it only has one side" I droned back at him.
"Don't worry Ben, you should be used to how Bella is in the morning" Angela tried to explain to Ben, while pushing up her glasses that seemed have slid down her nose. "Well even though you are going to give me a sarcastic response... Good morning Bella." Bless Angela she always tries.
My eye was twitching to not say anything negative, I was trying I really was, but my negativity won out, "Good... good, there is nothing good about a morning in forks, for one its cold and second... well...err"
"Yes..." Ben, why couldn't he shut up for once.
"Its cold"
"You already said that" Ben better watch himself.
"Well its just cold, so fucking cold all the time, damn it!" I yelled and sat down at the table and pulled my legs under me tring to keep warm.
An awaked but nessery slince went between us for a good minuet or so. But Angela decide to brake it, "On a lighter note, Ben and I are going to see Alice In wonderland tonight and we were wondering..."
"More like just her" Ben snickered.
Angela glared "We were wondering if you wanted to go too?"
"I really don't want to tag along on a date with you guys" I maybe negative but I wasn't a bitch.
"No, its not a date, please..."
"Fine, but I don't think it is my kind of movie"
"You'll love the movie, it relates to you, it's about mad and crazy people" Ben, always the comedian.
"Shut up Ben!" I yelled.
"Well, anyway, well pick you up about 7:30, okay..." Angela started, but was intruped by Ben.
"Whats that on the side of you neck, Bella?"
"Ben I really don't want to play one of your games..."
"No, really there is a red mark on you neck, look Ang"
"Hes not lieing Bella" Angela said while looking at my neck.
"Angela, pass me a mirror would you" I asked with my hand out.
"Who do I look like to you? Lauren?" Angela and Ben snickered, "Wheres Jess when you need her."
I rolled my eyes and used the back of my phone that was shiny enough to use as a mirror. I looked at the mark on the left side of my neck, it was red, looked like I had been hit or something. I put my hand on it but pulled away quickly, it stung.
"So... What is it from?" Ben interpreted my mussing.
"Your guess is as good as mine Benny-Boo" he hated it when I called him that.
He glared and opened his mouth with a yet another reply, "Bet you got it from one of your 'klutz moments.'"
"Ass!" I yelled back at him.
"Or possible teriots." Angela this time.
"God sometime I wonder why I'm friends with you two!"
Ben and Angela put their heads together and said "Because you love us"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't push your luck."
The bell decided to go off then. "7:30 remember"
"Fine Angela" then we went to our lockers.
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First Period English; First thing on a Monday and I get stuck with English with MrStickle, ironic name for him, his name says stick but his ass says KFC.
For the first half of the class Mr KFC... I mean Stickle rambled on about the new assessment we had to do about something do with writing poems and blah, blah, blah... then he has to leave to get the assiment sheet form his office, you would think he would do that before class. At his top speed he should be back in a hour. I have nothing against over weight people but hes a teacher so it okay...
As soon as that door is closed behind him the class brakes out is chatter getting louder and louder, I have no one is this class so I just suck it up and doodle in my note book.
I was rudely interrupted from my amazing picture of Thomas the Tank Engine by none other then Lauren, "Whats that on your neck Bella."
Fuck me, how did she see that with my dark brown hair covering it, shit. A few people look over at me and try to see it.
"It looks like a rash" Jessica, Laurens right hand bitch. (She cant tell her left from her right, hmm...)
"Looks like a STD, to me" Lauren that A hole. Jess and her brake out in laughter.
At this comment I turned around, "Lauren, I know your like the Queen when it come to STD, but honey this is on my neck."
Lauren and Jessica just give me a matching stink eye and start talking about the mother effing prom.
After a few minutes Mr Stickle returns and hands the assiment sheet to everybody. When I get mine a look at it and sigh... Fuck me two ways from Friday Lunch, we have to work with someone in this class and write a poem on them.
Strangle enough I wont to do mine on Lauren, I can see the start of it now...
Lauren a ho and so is Jess her bitch
Both are suffering from the vag itch
Lauren a skank and a mole
Ten bucks says, she takes it up her hole
She has zero class
And no ass
I 2 3 4
Laurens a whore
And not much more...
But then she would have to do one on me... not so good.
"You can all pick your partners, but try to pick someone you don't know so well to get to know them better" Mr Stickle tells us and of course everyone pick their friends.
I'm sitting alone with no partner, awkward...
"Bella your with Edward" Damn you Mr Stickle, he has to put me with someone I don't even know, damn I'm going to have to meet new a person.
I look back at Edward Masen sitting alone in the corner like always, he is in all my classes accept my gym class. He has bronze hair, golden eyes and he always wheres dark cloths. Is he goth? I don't know, is he emo? I don't know, is he a serial killer that will stab me with a tooth pick? I don't know... He suddenly looking at me, he has his chin in his left hand and what I can tell is a small smile playing on his lips. Sick bastard is probably picking out what tooth pick to use on me. Run away!
The bell goes and me and the rest of the drones of this class walk out the door to their next class, me to art.
As I ducked and weave my way to the art room in C corridor, on the other side of the school, I thought about how I'm was going to write a poem on someone I didn't even know, normally I would've just written a funny and sarcastic poem, but this Edward Masen looked like he would of killed me...
I arrived at the art room, no teacher yet and find out I'm the last one there, how the hell did everyone else get there so fast, I feared that I would've had to sit at the front, but Angela, God love her, had saved me a seat at the back.
I took my seat and set my stuff up and turned to Angela, "Thank you, for a minuet there, I thought I was going to have to sit at the front."
"Oh no! fear the dreaded front seat" Angela, seems that I have rubbed of on her. She turned away form after that to listen to the teacher at the front, who had just walked in.
After about half an hour of me out lineing the damn checker pattern, I look up and see that , none other then Edward is sitting on the other side of the room looking at me, his eyes are not a golden as I remembered form a couple weeks before hand, they were now a tad orange, lucking bastard his eyes change colour and all I get is mood changes. Unfair!
He looks away after a few seconds with a smirk on his face, mother fucker! He caught me looking at him.
Bells rings off to recess of a short brake. Fuck yeah! It's like a Junior Lunch.
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