Hey guys. I came up with this plot after I watched the Easy A trailer and I decided to make a story out of it. But to make it so I wouldn't be plagiarizing anything, I tried to change it up a bit.
I hope you enjoy it!
BPOV
"God, Bella! You're such a freak! If you think this will get you to be, like, popular, then you're so wrong."
I rolled my eyes at Tanya. "Whatever. I honestly don't care what you think." I turned to walk away but stopped and looked back at her. "And just so you know, I don't want to be popular if that means I have to sound as nasal and look as ugly as you."
Way to go, Bells! my inner voice said as I turned away and walked confidently to my black Ford Focus. I could hear the sounds of adenoidal squeals of anger as I started the car and headed home.
I could feel the eyes of the student body staring at me as I left the premises
but I was too mad to feel embarrassed or self conscious.
How did this happen, you ask? Well, maybe I should start from the beginning.
I had just turned seventeen and moved back from Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington. The rainiest place in the continental US.
So, why would I move there? One reason: I missed my father, Charlie.
I missed how he would always comfort whether I was right or wrong. Renee however, yelled at me all the time.
When I was sixteen, I decided to tell my mother I was a bisexual. But of course, she told me that I was headed straight for hell because being gay is a sin.
I only have one thing to say to that. Since when did she become Christian?
But of course, when I told Charlie, he told me that he was perfectly fine with it. As long as I was happy, he was happy. Just one more reason to get the hell out of there.
So after a week's worth of arguing with Renee and her fiancée, I was able to move.
Charlie gratefully welcomed me back home and it was all I could do not to drop down to my knees and start thanking him profusely.
The next week, I found myself attending Forks High School.
"Hi, I'm Angela. You must be the new girl, Isabella!" the girl said with a big smile on her face.
I smiled lightly. "Um, just Bella," I corrected sheepishly.
"Bella. Cool. I'll walk you to the front office so you can get your schedule."
"Thanks," I answered as I pushed my bangs from my eyes.
"No problem."
I followed her close behind and caught myself staring. She was kind of cute and really nice.
Are you serious, Swan? my inner voice said. You just met the girl.
I ignored the voice and tried to pay attention to what I was doing. Last time I let the happen, I ran into a wall. A freaking wall.
"You're a little quiet back there, Bella, are you ok?" Angela asked.
"Yes." I swallowed. "I, uh, I'm not really, um, outgoing. Kind of." I blushed. Not even five minutes with her and I'm making myself look like a dork.
Angela only smiled. "That makes two of us," she laughed.
Finally we made it to the office and she handed me my schedule.
We had all the same classes up until lunch. At least I would know one person.
In first period, Angela and I sat next to each other and occasionally passed notes to each other.
When class ended, Ange and I walked side by side to our next destination.
"Hey, Bells," she said getting my attention.
"Yes?"
"You know how almost every school has one mean girl who acts as if she rules the school?"
"Yeah," I said not knowing where she was going with this.
"Well, here, there's more than one. More like three. Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory and Tanya Denali. They have practically the whole school following them. Just avoid them."
"Ok, but why are you telling me this now?"
"Because they know you're new here and I know they're gonna try and mess with you so I'm just warning you."
"Ah." I've dealt with mean kids before so I knew I had nothing to worry about. At least I thought I knew.
At lunch, I tripped over myself and ended up knocking down some girl with brown hair.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I held out my hand to help her up but she slapped it away.
"What's wrong with you?" she yelled causing everyone to stare at me.
I was so embarrassed and I was sure my face was as red as a tomato. I just wanted to shrivel up and die.
"Look I-"
"Don't talk to me!" She stood up and really started invading my personal space. "Just who do you think you are, creep?" she demanded.
"Ok, there's no need to make a scene," I started. I was guessing this was one of the girls Angela was warning me about.
Just then Jessica was whipped around and I saw a very angry brunette glaring back at her. "Leave her alone, Jessica. She didn't mean to-"
"This doesn't concern you tech stooge."
Now I was getting pissed. She really didn't know when to stop.
"Don't talk to her like that," I snapped.
"Or what?" she challenged.
"Bella, let's just go," Angela said as she tugged on my arm.
"No, don't let this bitch intimidate you. She's nothing."
"Oh, I'm nothing? I could turn the whole school against you if you're not careful."
"If you really think that bothers me then obviously, you don't know me. Which you don't. So screw you." Then I turned and walked away with Angela at my side.
"Damn, Bells. That was great!"
I shook my head. "And totally not me. I've never said anything like that in my life!"
"Yeah and I don't think anyone's ever talked to her like that either," she laughed.
"Obviously someone should."
"I agree."
During lunch, we talked about useless subjects until she stopped abruptly.
"What?" I asked. Just then I felt cold white liquid run down my head down my face and into my clothes.
Then a voice behind me said, "Got milk?"
I turned around to see Jessica and her pack of witches.
Jessica and her friends laughed along with everyone in the room.
I stood from the table and ran but ended up tripping over someone's feet. I looked up only to find a couple of jocks laughing too.
It was then the tears started falling. I cautiously ran into the bathroom and cried in the empty stalls.
It wasn't the pranks that Jessica and her friends did that made me cry. It was the fact that it was only the first day.
And that's it for now. I hoped you all liked it. Please review!
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