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Damned Washer

This is the worst day of my life. Seriously. Having my fingernails ripped out by that grudge kid is kittens compared to what im facing. I look at my well kept and buffed hands at that thought. Even thinking of anything that would harm my perfect nails made me cringe. They were my pride and glory, along with my silky brown hair with just a kink of wave and red tinge.

Today is the first day at my new school. I can't seem to recall the name... Farks? Oh who cares, its just another stupid town with a stupid damned school with a rediculously named football team. This was like any other of the schools in stupid little towns like this. I bet the population is no higher than two thousand. It never is. It's just so god damned tiring moving house so damned often. Damned. Huh, thats my word for the day. The word is quite fitting to what I am.

So here I am, currently staring at my supposed-to-be white washload, completely horrified. Whoever invented the washing machine is an evil assed goat who gets kicks out of watching people suffer. "Damned washing machine!". The whole batch is ruined. My white shirts, socks, underwear... Oh god! I just bought that dress!

"Bella?" My dad Charlie heard my annoyed mutters. You would think he had super hearing by picking up on them, but in a house this small you'd have to be as deaf as my grandma Mavis to not hear every grunt and inch of movement.

Charlie walked into the cleaning room then, with a fresh batch of smellies to cleanse. "Oh!" He looked surprised. I hope he wasn't taking my presence in this room as hope that I would start twatting about with the stupid washer. Even the Bailifs refused to take away the damned thing from the previous owners, it was that useless. I'd had a bad history with washing machines. Everybody acts like its all easy peasy with the one notch system. My mother had mocked me for it. ' A little powder here, a click to the right, and close the door. It's simple as pie'. She could see how condescending she sounded through the look of amusement on my face at the time. For her, making pies is far from easy... or should I say was...

Like hell am I going down that dark path of dispair today. I had just put on my makeup and I wasn't going to smudge it all up now. I'm near enough ready for school, I only came down here for my...

"You are kidding me! Damned stupid assed washing machine!!' The very item I was looking for is amongst the casualties. My white fishnet stockings. I know, cringetastic, but I'd found out an alternative use for them on my current outfit, but obviously that plan has gone straight to hell.

"Bella what are you doing in here?" Huh. I guess I shouldn't be insulted at the utter shock and confusion on his face. He knows as well as I do that me and machines do not mesch."Have you lost something?"

"In what sense?" I mumbled, and then spoke louder "Why do these people always leave behind their trashy washers? We all know they dont work, but what? Do they think they're doing us a favor?"

Charlie had that look of dissapointment on his face I had seen too many times during my moments of frustration like this.

"Bells, please don't start with that again."

Why does he have to bring this shit up? I know exactly what he's thinking. How does this link to my mother?!

"Charlie, please. I'm just getting ratty about the stupid appliances people leave behind that obviously aren't in working order. Look at my stockings. Just look at everything! This is like $200 worth of clothes that are totally un-wearable now."

Charlie smiles with realisation that my stress-on is not about my new town and what lead us here in the first place. I'll get to that stress-on later. "I guess it is pretty conked."

"I should damn well say so."

After loading the washer up again and turning a few nobs, (HA! I knew it was more than just one nob to turn! Easy stuff my ass...) he checks his watch.

"Should'nt you be getting to school right about now?"

I shot him a dark look and then almost immediately smiled at him apologetically. Any mention of starting another school just grinds my gears instantly. Whats the point if were only here for a few months? Charlie always insisted each time we moved that this time it would be different, but it always turns sour. Since that thing with mom I can't seem to keep out of trouble long enough to sit down and get my work done. My grades always landslid within the first two weeks with my 'new school' efforts leaving me tired and somewhat bored. I knew everything they were going on about on the entire curriculum, and I just couldn't be bothered to pay attention. That lead to me quickly becoming best friends with my iPod once again, further leading me to not hear when the class was given big assignments. I spent my spare time in my car or somewhere private to... channel myself. Charlie knows this, but he isn't aware that aswell as controlling... it ...I kind of practice.

"You will try harder at this one wont you Bells? Its hard enough getting schools to accept you, even with this gun strapped to my hip." Charlie smiled at that last part. Being chief of police in a new town meant instant sucking up by mothers with kids who are obviously well known trouble-makers. This also meant that with the trucks of pot pies and stews we were set for our meals for a week at least.

"Yeah Charlie, I better go grab something else to wear and get going. Don't want to make a bad impression do I?" I added sarcastically at the end for my own enjoyment, Charlie was completely oblivious to my tone. I could tell he wasn't all that happy -but getting used to the idea- of me calling him Charlie, since... Dammit! I said no trudging up that shit today. I need a clear mind if i'm actually going to bother to try and make this one work out.

I ran upstairs and tore my shirt off instantly. No way would this outfit work without the fishnets. I grabbed my frilled silk shirt, one of the whites I decided not to put in the wash last night (Thank God!) and put it on. This was one of my favourite shirts. It felt good and Mary mother of Jupiter, does it do wonders for my cleavage with its bustly central frills !. It went well with my black skinny jeans which were all but cutting off my circulation. I grabbed my most prized possession, my mothers locket, from my bedside table and put it on, turning to make my way down the stairs.

I started to crash down them in my hurry. Crashing is the most accurate word because on the fifth step down I flew headlong into the air. I braced myself for impact when Charlie saw my comical attempt at flying and quickly darted out from the front door where he was grabbing his jacket, to rescue me fireman-style. If not interrupted by Charlie, my path would have lead me directly to the closed, three inch thick door, and that would have ended in catastrophy. Instead I land with a flop and *umph* on his shoulder before my... defence mechanism, could kick in. Oh yeah, I was definately going to get a mother of a bruise from that one.

Charlie looks more amused than surprised at my little moment of extreme uncoordination, but is fatherly enough to ask me if i'm alright. "Bells? You okay? Whats with the acrobats?" Well at least I thought he was asking about my welfare, but obviously his amusement is outweighing his concern. What struck me slightly was his apparent lack of care towards self preservation.

"I'm training for the Russian circus. My act will be called 'The Amazing Clutz'. They reckon my style is very unique.' I join in with his teasing, knowing full well just how funny that whole scene must have looked to him. My taking it in good stride (ha, good stride, how oposite to my movements) causes Charlie to grin widely as he sets me down and begins to make his way to the Cruiser.

"Isabella." Oh no. What have I done? I haven't scolded him have I? I check my shirt for any holes, but see none. I'm flooded with releif that quickly turns to suspicion. He only calls me by my full name when he wants to either tell me off or talk about something embarrassing. I'm hoping for the former.

"Dad?" He visibly cheers at me calling him Dad. What better way to dull the blow than to get all sweet and child-like on him?

"Have a nice day..."

"And...?" I could tell that there was an undercurrent to his words, and I can't be bothered with the cryptics today.

"I... love you Bells. Just keep safe. Quit the circus, because I will worry all day if you keep that training up." He grins widely at the end, wiping the serious look off his face. Meanwhile i'm just staring. Charlie isn't the kind of person to share his feelings at all, let alone go out of his way to express them. This makes me even more determined to keep myself under control.

"I love you too dad. Have a nice day." He smiles once again as he reaches for a hug. Uh oh. He very well knows how much I don't do contact. Theres still a risk I might... Well he knows. Thats why I was somewhat surprised at his coolness as I unexpectedly crashed into him.

"Um, Dad? I don't think thats the best of ideas." I say quietly moving away from his advance. His mood visibly plummets at that.

"It hasn't happened for weeks Bella. You didn't even react in there. You're getting a hold on your instincts now." He says, pointing to the scene of the crime and then taking my hand. This is exactly the kind of situation I was tryint to avoid. It reminds me all to much of what happened with my mother.

"I know Dad. I just wan't to be more on the safer side, than the sorry side, you know?"

"Yeah Bells. I know." I frown at that. Contact was so limited for me. I was dangerous. I am dangerous. No human is safe near me. That's one of the main reasons we keep on moving. Something always makes me slip, and somebody always gets hurt...

"See you at dinner." Charlie breaks me out of my reverie. I'm grateful for that parting comment. My thoughts were almost completely filled with what happened.

"Yeah Charlie, see you later!" I run inside quickly realising that I am more than just a smidgen late. I grab my favorite red jacket, the one with brass buttons which looked rediculously like a toy-soldier coat. It tops my outfit off nicely.

I start at the groan of my truck when I turn the key. "Still need oil baby?" I know, I talk to my car. I can't help it, shes far from a beauty, but shes been my safehaven and quick escape when I needed her. This little red chevy can go to afghanistan and back unscathed, its that reliable. Unfortunately the upkeep is a bit on the pricey side, she does'nt get much milage. I follow Charlie's cruiser as he pulls out, as he usually leads me to the campus just before he makes his way to the station.

Sure enough the cruiser leads me to a dismal clan of grey and damp buildings. Oh joy. I look at the sign, and inwardly groan at the name of the gathering of rubble and football team to suit. "Forks huh? The SPARTANS?! Are these people serious!" They are probably no better than Brownies at wrestling! I could just imagine the team now, all lanky and fearful of the ball. Now that was something I had to see.

I stepped out of my baby as I pulled into a parking space in the lot. And heres me thinking my car would be shabby in comparison to these cars. Its obvious that these kids have no more money than I, as the only half descent car out here is a Volvo. I hate Volvo's. They scream 'I HAVE A STUCK UP OWNER WHO THINKS HE'S GOD'. I'd make a mental note to avoid whoever owns that.

I'm more than ten minutes late for school, so I dont bother with rushing anymore. Its better i'm late actually, because it would just stress me out to have to deal with the stares I would inevitably get. All the harder to gain control.

I saunter over towards the smaller of the mess of buildings and see a sign saying 'Home Office". Without breaking my stride I make my way to the doors, slinging my Dora the Explorer bag over my shoulder. (Don't even get me started on that...) I walk inside to see an obviously stressed and overworked woman with thick red locks escaping from I guess what was once a bun. It's only fifteen minutes into school now, and shes feeling this hard-pressed? This woman needs stamina if thats the case.

She looks up at me expectantly, as if my very presence had made her day. Shes that starved for gossip? "Hello! You must be Isabella Swan!"

Her cheerful attitude disturbs me. What has she been told about me? She looks like a digger. She's the kind of woman who likes to know everything about everyone, I can just tell. Her eyes scream 'Trust Me' while her altogether appearace whispers 'Gossip Hag'. "Bella Swan." I correct her. I live in constant fear of reminder when somebody calls me Isabella in a tone remotely like that way my mother used to say it.

"Well welcome to Forks!" She declares, then quickly gets down to business. "Here is a map of the school and a timetable. You're only about twenty minutes late, but its your first day so thats understandable. Have trouble finding the school dear?"

"Yes." Im so not up for a conversation.

"Well you found us in the end." She said with a smile. No shit Sherlock, I found the school and decided to go around the block to keep everyone on their toes (captain obvious or what?!).

Then, with me cutting short the pleasantrys, she sent me off to my first class, Biology. I stand outside the door just out of sight of the class mentally preparing myself for my first set of introductions. "Just keep it together Bella..." I whisper to myself as I turn to reach for the doornob.