I do not own anything Twilight, Stephanie Meyers does. ( how lucky is she?) *sigh*
Okay well on with the Story :]
I cannot really remember much of my childhood, before my mother left us—us being my father, Charlie, and I— but the bits I do remember, I seemed happy. Not at all like these days. My life took a turn for the worse, when I was starting middle school. I was what you called an outcast, a nerd, or loser. No one wanted to be seen with ugly little miss swan. I was not really pretty and I was a bit overweight, I had glasses and big nasty braces. I had always had friends in elementary school, but I guess children really change that summer before starting middle school because they all "grow up", but I believe they just become more immature. As the days went on in my life more and more seemed to go wrong. I never pictured myself to become insecure and hate my own self. But you're not always correct in presuming what you life will be like in a couple years.
In middle school I remember having lots of friends but then all of a sudden it sort of just changed. I was the classic band nerd in all the advanced placement classes. I have a really good friend who I believed I was able to entrust every little secret I had too, but I was wrong. Jessica Stanley was her name. We had a small fight, to this day I really do not remember what it was about, and it must have been really dumb. Well the next day when I came into school, I opened my locker and notes of all sorts fell out. I picked up the note, oh how stupid was I to pick up the note. The note read "Bella humps pillows", I picked up another "Bella is a slut", and again I picked up the last note "Bella loves Mike Newton". I feel to the ground crying. I could not believe this was happening. Who would do this sort of thing to me? I was always kind to everyone around. I ran to the band room, hoping to escape any person whom would see me bawling on the floor. I ran into my friend Angela. She was always so kind to me and understanding she seemed to be my only true friend. She had already read the notes and informed our band teacher Mrs. North, and she went straight to the principals. I sat in Angela's embrace, she sat there trying to comfort me but all I did was sob. I hated people seeing me vulnerable, I do not like even showing that much emotion, I guess that is my downfall though. The people who ended up putting the notes in the lockers, where of course people I thought liked me and were my friends. It was Tanya and Jessica. I was diffidently hurt by this but I moved on.
Things only got worst on my journey through middle, my father lost his job and turned to alcohol, to settle his nerves and numb the pain, or at least that is what he said it was for. One night on my birthday I had friends over for a sleepover and my dad was just staying in his room, I had no clue that he was once again drinking. So I and my friends went outside and my dad decided to accompany us, and well we saw a couple making out next to a tree and my dad was livid. He walked over there and picked a fight with the couple, let's just say I had to call the cops and he got arrested, my friends left, and I did not get to have them over ever again. My friends were scared of me also, except Angela she was still by my side, but I just ended up being a loner the rest of my middle school career.
When my freshman year came around I was a loner except for my best friend who stated she would always be by my side, and of course she has been. Well when my freshman year came around, Charlie, I do not call him dad anymore because he does not deserve it after all the crap I have dealt with, was getting worse with is drinking, and it was taking a toll on me, I was always a straight A student, but my grades began to decline. My dad drank too much one night and took too many of his pills and he fell and hit his head and started bleeding I was freaking out. I quickly called 911 and the cops came and took him to the hospital, and he ended up getting committed to a hospital for the rest of his life, for this was not the first time he was admitted to a rehab or hospital of sorts. So that brings me to today. I am moving in with my mom, who abandoned me and who I have now learned remarried to a man named, Phil, and I will be living in Boring rainy Forks. God I hate this place, I stare out the window as my mom drive me to my new "home".
Was it to terrible? Sorry if it was this of course is my first story :]
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Thanks for Reading
Ellie
