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"So, we are going to begin class today by discussing the dimensions and
complexity of the single celled organism," Mr. Schneider enunciated through his
nose. He droned on and on about the class agenda for the day as I leaned over
the side of my desk in the second row and grabbed my favorite purple pen out of
my backpack. My notebook laid face down on my desk. I flipped through the pages
until I came across a blank one. I glanced at my best friend, Alice, and thought
of what to write.
She sat with her legs daintily crossed at the ankles and her hands folded
on top of her desk. Her eyes wandered all over the classroom. From the ceiling,
to the doorway, to her desk, to the floor, to her shoes, to Angela's shoes,
(Alice and her obsession with shoes.) and back to the ceiling. Damn, If Mr.
Schneider could bore Alice, the girl who once watched grass grow over the course
of 4 weeks for a science project, then he could accomplish anything. Nearly
everything intrigued Alice, but Mr. Schneider had hit a new high, or rather low
for Alice.
My pen flew rapidly across the page, jotting down various topics. After a
good amount of thought, the final note read:
Hey love(: So I can see that Mr. S had bored you to near death and I, your
best friend, am here to save you from your misery. Super Iz! Whats up? Omg, the
mom almost killed my when she figured out we threw that huge that huge bash at
my casa last weekend while she was on her date! WTG! (Note to self: clean up the
evidence better next time.) Totally cant wait to get out of that psycho's house
for the summer! Me, you, and Rose are SO gonna take over Greece this Summer(:
Too bad Mikey cant come with, I know youre gonna miss your "Hunky Monkey"
Anyways, Im bored with myself, so write back beyotch! 3
-IZ-
PS- Cant wait for Tyler's party tonight, girl!
I folded the note into a tiny square and chucked across the three rows
separating Alice and I when Sir Snooze-A-Lot was turned. It landed precisely
between her Prada bag and her backpack. Alice glanced down to assess its
position, and scooped it up into her miniature palm when Mr. Schneider wasn't
looking. She unfolded it beneath her desk, and flattened it on top of her
notebook to read it, then scribbled a quick response.
I stared out the window as I waited for Alice's note return. The trees
swayed gently in the breeze, and the rain made a soft pitter-patter noise
against the roof, and the sky was clouded gray, as it usually was in rainy
Forks, Washington. Then, the note plopped on top of my desk, directly in front
of my hands. I unfolded it inconspicuously and read what she wrote:
You know, when you say "love" like that, it makes us seem like lezs. But
whatevs, the world can think what they want of Supah Iz and Supah Al(; EEP! Cant
believe mom-zilla figured it out! I thought we cleaned up pretty decent after
the party! Maybe she's smarter than we all realized?…. Or maybe it was the fact
that she found us drunkenly passed out on the roof the next morning! (Im kinda
glad I made a run for it when I did. Haha) Seriously, we need to go shopping!
Greece is in like 3 weeks and we need new wardrobes! Im sooo excited! Don't even
get me started on Mike, he's such an idiot for failing English. HTF do you fail
English!? We flippin' speak English! But whatever. Mr. S has me snoring over
here! Trying to stay awake.
Love, Ali
I smiled to myself, and then replied. I glanced towards the front of the
class to make sure the coast was clear. Green flag(: Just as the note left my
hand, my line of sight shifted back, and I caught a glimpse of Jessica. Her eyes
lit up with mischief. Oh, crap.
Jessica slammed her hands down on her desk, stood up halfway, and shouted,
"Mr. Schneider!"
Mr. Schneider whipped his head around faster than you
could say "Oh snap!". His eyes met with the wadded piece of paper just as it was
descending onto my desktop. Four strides, and Mr. Schneider was hovering over my
desk with his hand outstretched towards the note in my palms. His piercing gray
eyes bore into mine in a frightening way, and his toupee` sat crookedly upon his
head, seemingly mocking me. "Ms. Swan," he demanded.
What other choice did I have? I'd been caught red-handed.
I placed the note into his waiting palm, and lowered my head in shame.
Jessica and Angela made sad attempts to stifle their
giggling, and I could feel the heated anger rolling from my neck and shoulders.
Alice tilted her head in my direction, and I could
practically feel her hands clench at her sides. She narrowed her eyes, and
gritted her teeth, then stiffly turned around in her seat. Jessica and Angela
just sat with their legs crossed beneath their desks and their arms crossed over
their chests. Both raised their eyebrows in Alice's direction, as if to say
"Why are you looking at US? We didn't do anything", and smug smirks appeared on
their faces when Alice scowled. Her beautiful features twisted into fake smile
then as she shook her head back and forth. Alice's eyes stayed narrowed, and I
could see a plan formulating in her mind. She turned back around to face the
front of the class.
Mr. Schneider stalked back to his desk, took one last pointed
glare over his shoulder in mine and Alice's direction, then unfolded the note
and pinned it to his cork board. Now the whole class could read it if they
wished. GRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAATTTTT. He continued his lesson, and I fell asleep
quickly.
The rest of the school day passed fairly uneventfully. Mrs. Kay's Art2 class, then Senora Rodriguez for AP Spanish. Lunch came and Alice, Rose and I ate with the rest of our friends, Mike, Tyler, Hope, Christina, Eric, Katherine, and Kim. Gym came around and I managed to convince Coach KP to let me skip and help with the pep rally banners. All right, I might have had to do some serious flirting and a little bending over, but I got my way. Rose really did teach me right (: Math was, um, intriguing? Kim and her questions… But I did get an 'A' on my Trig quiz! Score 1 for Bella! Mrs. Clancy appraised my narrative and submitted it to some crazy important writing contest. Score 2 for Bella, and now we happy- dance! But. As usual, I arrived home way too soon for my own liking.
My beaten down red Chevy grumbled to a halt as I pulled into the driveway. The house itself I loved. I was the one who'd actually decided on it when my mother and I moved to Phoenix. We spent our last month in New Orleans searching through pages and pages of houses for sale in Phoenix. The last week, I stumbled across this one that had been on the market for quite a while, and completely fell in love with it. I begged, pleaded and argued with my irrational mother for days on end. Needless to say, we moved in within the next two weeks.
The house sat against an empty lot on a dead end street on the out-skirts of the city. Our neighborhood was quiet, not quite my taste, but still nice. It was two stories, nothing fancy, but still big enough to give enough space for my mother and me. It has light blue side paneling, white windows, and a small bench on the wrap-around porch. Its charming if you ask me. Why did Renee have to ruin it?
I walked through the front door, tossed my school bag against the couch and plopped down into one of the two kitchen chairs. The house was silent all for the gurgling and bubbling coming from the fish tank in the hallway. Hmm… maybe I was home alone?
"Tee Tee! Is that you?" Renee whined from her bedroom. Crap, she knew I was home.
"Yeah, Ma. I'm home," I responded indifferently, praying that she was in a good mood. "Guess what?"
"Come here," she whined again.
"Alright, I'm coming. But guess what," I said as I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and headed towards her room.
Why I forced myself through this insane torture, I'm not quite positive, but I sure as hell did. I dread talking to Renee. Always. Especially since her most recent boyfriend left her. She's got some serious tunnel vision. All she can see is her, what affects her, and how she feels. It's all about her. Always has been.
I peered through the doorway to Renee's bedroom, only to find her sprawled out on the floor. She was attempting some strange butt lift exercise, no doubt trying to tone her flabby butt. Gee, maybe if you quit eating all of those cheese cubes and PF Changs she could actually manage to lose some weight. But no, she doesn't listen to me, because Renee is always right.
"Ah! I missed you all day, Lou Lou!" she exclaimed as she hoisted herself off of the floor and scurried over to my side. She threw her arms around my shoulders and squeezed me close to her sweaty chest. Ew.
"Um, hey Mom." I greeted her in my act of squirming out of her grasp.
"Why don't you let me hug you anymore?" She whined. "I miss five year old Bella! She was so nice to me."
"Ma, chill out. I'm just not the kind of person that likes to snuggle and be touched," I said. Although that was only partially true. I didn't like to be touched by HER. "And I'm still sweet, gosh." I've just grown a backbone since I was five.
"Whatever. You're so gay," Renee retaliated.
"Ugh, Mom, don't say 'gay,'" I pleaded. I hated it when she tried to be cool.
"Why not? I used to say 'gay' when I was a kid!"
"Okay, do what you want. I'm going to do my homework."
"Wait! How was your day?" Odd, she asked about my day. Normally she asks if I want to hear how her day went, then proceeds to tell me whether I'm interested or not.
"Um, it was good. I got an 'A' on my Trig test. Oh, and Mrs. Clancy submitted one of my essays to a country wide writing contest."
"Well, that's great. So, do you want to heat how my day went?" Oh, there it is.
"You know I'd love to, but I have a ton of work to do tonight before the party."
"Oh, okay. You go along and- Wait! What party?!"
Oh, crap. Did I forget to tell her about the party? "Tyler's End of School Party, Mom. I told you about it last weekend."
"No, you didn't!" Okay, maybe I didn't. But she doesn't have to know that.
"Uh, yeah I did. And you said I could go." Please buy it!
"No! You did NOT tell me you had a party! And you are staying home tonight, Bella! You have exams in two weeks, and you need to study."
"Okay, Mom. I wont go to the party." Well, you wont know that I went to the party. And with that statement, I left Renee's bedroom to start my work.
As soon as I sat down at my oak desk, I fetched my Trio from my jacket pocket. I began my text to Alice.
Hey, chicka. I need a ride to the partayyy. Please pick me up? I'd love you foreverrrr(:
I placed my phone next to my laptop and started on my Biology report. After about three minutes, my phone buzzed with her reply.
Sure thing, love. 7:15 sound good? Why cant you drive your truck? Jw.
I made a quick reply explaining how Renee thought I needed to study for exams, and how taking my truck might make her suspicious. When I was done, I placed my phone back in my pocket and ignored her last message. I needed to focus if I as going to finish this report.
After an hour and a half of studious work, my paper was finished. I printed out a copy in purple ink, my favorite, and placed it into a pocket folder labeled 'Biology: Mr. Schneider.' Just then, my cell chimed from inside my jacket pocket. Jake's name flashed across the screen. I would normally love to talk to Jake, but I had more important things to do. I ignored his call, and decided a text was better.
Heyyy, Jakey (:
Why didn't you answer, babe?
In the shower, sorry (;
Can I join? (;
Sure thing, bae. But I gotta get ready for the party. See you there.
Cant wait (;
Of course you cant.
Then I threw my phone into my purse hanging on the back of the desk chair. I was headed to the bathroom to jump in the shower, when I heard Renee coming up the stairs. I hurried into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.
"Bella, what are you showering this early for?" She called through the door.
"Just getting ready for bed a little early tonight. I might watch a movie or something a little later over at Josh's." I responded coolly.
"Oh, okay. Well, I think I'm just gonna watch some Medium and head off to bed early. So don't stay at Josh's too long."
"Alright, Mom."
I turned on the shower to show her the conversation was over, and jumped in. I was ready for the weekend to start.