(Bella's Point of View)
It wasn't a very good day. I had forgotten to turn in my daily essay to Mr. Taylor and I kept falling asleep in Mr. Lufkin's class, which prompted an embarrassing, but mandatory, trip to the nurse's office. Furthermore, my sullen behavior as of late has been thoroughly repelling the only friends I have, making me feel like I was infected with some sort of contagious disease.
These were the thoughts on my mind as I alternated between stomping and stumbling down the stairwell adjacent to the elevator shaft, iPod headphones in my ears. I was so caught up in my personal struggles that I failed to notice Mrs. Kennedy standing in the entrance to the stairwell. Her eyes darted up to the headphones in my head and her mouth contorted into a frown.
"Bella, you know electronics aren't allowed in the building. You've been given warnings in the past; now I'm going to have to take your iPod away." I silently walked over to her and deposited my beloved music player in her waiting palm. "You can come and get it at the end of the day," she consoled.
As I trod out toward the Kinnick courtyard I saw several people notice my unusual lack of headphones. To my horror, they started toward me. Why didn't they understand that I wanted to be left alone?
"Bella! Hey, BELLA!!!" they called. They kept walking faster and faster, futilely attempting to get me to respond. What they did not know, however, was that I was terrified.
You see, I'm actually an introvert. I was shocked and annoyed, upon my arrival here at Kinnick, that everybody tried to talk to me. I'm told that I have excellent good looks, but hearing it repeated by the opposite gender only further alienates me.
Now that I'm getting practically chased after by half a dozen people, I broke into a frightened run. I dashed past the main office, whereupon Mrs. Toomer, who was exiting through the doorway, shouted after me to stop running on school grounds. I ignored her, of course, and angled toward Main Street. Its bathroom stalls should provide a safe haven. I looked back to see how close my pursuers were, and to my horror, they were only a few yards away from me. I sprinted as fast as I could toward the food court while shouting at them to stop chasing me. As I flew over the crosswalk, I heard the squealing of tires and then everything went black.