(BPOV)
based on New Moon
Today was the same as other days, but for some reason I woke up expecting, Jacob would be sitting there waiting for me instead of him. Ever since he left me that one horrid day in the woods, I shuddered, Jacob has been extra comforting. The past week I've been debating whether to let Jacob help me through this or not. As I debated, I went down stairs, alone something I got used to, and ate breakfast. Charlie was there. "Hey kid", he said, sounding a little too enthusiastic. "Hey", I said a little bit more enthusiastic then someone dying. "You sound happy this morning Bells", he said sarcastically. "You know, I am sick and tired of your depressing attitude! It has been almost 6 months since he left and your still depressed! Boy, if I every see that filthy, no good, face…" he trailed off.
The rest of the morning was kind of quiet, as usual. In fact, this morning was the first, that I can recall, of Charlie talking to me. So, I got ready for school, something I definitely did not look forward to, like any other day. The ride to school was farley good, except the empty space in the middle of the dashboard that brought back the horrible night that led to were I am now. The space were the radio I got for my birthday present had been, was covered in blood stains and wires that looked unsafe. I had taken it out because I didn't want the reminder. If I couldn't have the CD and photos of him that he took with him, I didn't want the radio. I shuddered again, realizing why I did, it was because the pain and blood that came from removing that radio with my bare hands. That definitely sucked.
I got to school, for some odd reason expecting to see that silver Volvo sitting in the parking lot. Mike Newton was waiting for me at the sidewalk, as usual, but differently he hugged me this morning, he never does. I had forgot I had to work tonight at his family's store. I sighed. Mike looked at me confused, "What's wrong Bella?" he questioned. "Tired" I mumbled. "Oh, well you know you can take off tonight if you want" he said, trying to make it sound like he wasn't lying. It didn't work. "Mike, you and I both know that that isn't possible" I said a little condescending. The walk to English was quiet, that was unusual for Motor Mouth Mike. I sighed again as he hugged me goodbye, it just wasn't the same as his marble cold body, towering over mine. It was just Mike….Mike Newton, the boy my dad, Err Charlie, had told me about all Summer. I sat through English very quietly, watching Jessica's every move, bored as hell. Then before I knew it, the bell rang.