HEY EVERYBODY!!! THIS IS MY NEW STORY… BEFORE FORKS. THIS TAKES PLACE IN ARIZONA BEFORE BELLA MOVED TO FORKS, AND IT'S HER SCHOOL LIFE WHAT WITH ALL THE DRAMA AND EVERYTHING. IT COULD BE OOC A LITTLE, IDK I DO THAT ALL THE TIME SO IT PROBABLY IS BUT I TRIED REALLY HARD SO PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE!! R&R! AND THANKS IN ADVANCE!

BTW, ALL THE OUTFITS DESCRIBED ARE ON MY PROFILE.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT, K?

Bella's POV:

I was walking to my locker when Chelsea walked up to me.

"Hi, Bella, what's up?" She asked, with a pitied look on her face. She was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, denim skirt, and black heels with a black clutch, black hair-bow, shiny silver earrings and a ring. I, myself, was wearing a yellow sunglasses tee with purple capris, blue vans, and backpack, mulicolored bangles, necklace, and green sunglasses.

"Nothing much, is something wrong?"

"No, no, everything's fine. I just wanted to tell you, Trixie and Charlotte were talking about you. It really made me mad, they shouldn't do that it's horrible."

"Wait, what were they saying?" I asked, I wondered what they thought about me when I wasn't around.

"They were saying really mean stuff about your outfit." She replied. That made me really upset. They told me rude things about my clothes to my face, and that hurt bad enough, and now I just found out they said those things behind my back, too.

"Oh." Was all I could say, even after all the thoughts that ran through my head, that was all I could manage to get out of my mouth.

"I'm like really sorry that's so rude. You guys are best friends and they can be really mean sometimes."

I couldn't really say much. She was absolutely right.

Well, thanks for telling me, I really appreciate it."

"Sure. Well, I have to go. I'll see you later."

"Bye." I said. And then we both went our separate ways to class. I was sure I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class until I confronted one of them.

So I walked down to the opening of the stairwell where I saw Charlotte walking down with Samantha. I was going to come up behind her to talk to her when I heard their conversation.

"Did you see Bella's shoes?" Samantha asked her. "Geez, I can't even believe she's wearing them."

"Yeah, I know, she thinks that she can wear them just because of where she got them."

A lump started to rise in my throat, which I quickly swallowed back down. The worst part was, I should have gotten used to it by now. To say the least, I really shouldn't be surprised. I mean, I knew they talked about me, that wasn't really that big of a deal, they would even tell me that. But mentally, as much as I should have been prepared, I wasn't.

My whole life I've been shy. I would never talk to people, I'm not good at making friends. When I became friends with Charlotte and Trixie, I think I was pretty happy. At least I really should have been.

As much as I always tried to get them to like me more, it could never happen. I knew that they liked me, but they liked each other more, so I wasn't always included, but that's just the way things work out sometimes so I guess I just had to live with it.

But of all people, I don't know why Charlotte was talking about me with Samantha. She'd always told me she hated her. Samantha didn't like Charlotte either, she thought she was annoying and would talk about her a lot. Yet, they came together and united against the common thing to talk about: me.

I sat through half my classes not listening. It didn't matter. I could get an A in all my classes blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back.

The bell rang for the end of class, and I put my books away for lunch. Charlotte and Trixie greeted me at my locker with smiles. They both wore yellow and orange outfits: a strapless top, shorts, heels, a big purse, and accessories. Of course I couldn't successfully their smiles, but they didn't notice, they never notice.

I sighed and thought about confronting them. I decided not to. After all, I didn't really have friends other than them. And like I said, I'm not good at making friends either. If I confronted them, I could be left with nobody. Of course, I had a few acquaintances, like Chelsea, but the fear of losing my so-called best friends consumed me so I bit my tongue and continued to walk alongside, or behind rather, Charlotte and Trixie and let them leave me out of their conversations.

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