Dreams Do Come True
BPOV
It was a nice and peaceful Monday morning in the town of Forks, Washington. "Ahhh.... I love summer. So peaceful and quiet."I thought.
Beep Beep Beep Beep went my alarm.
"Bella! Time for school!" I heard my mom yell from the downstairs kitchen.
"School? It's the middle of the summer!" I yelled in reply.
"Bella! Hurry up! Your going to be late for you're first day of High School!" She yelled back.
The summer must have gone by fast. Let's see. What did I even do this summer?
Hmmmm.... Nothing. Weird. I could've sworn I did something.
As I got myself dressed and ready, I checked my calender to see what day it really was just in case my mom was pulling a prank on me or something. Nope. There it was. August 24th, 2009. And on that specific date it had the words, "School Starts!"in a red Sharpie.
I finished getting dressed and grabbed my new blank and empty binder, my old backpack from last year, and my school books that we bought at the beginning of the summer, and went downstairs for breakfast.
As I walked in the room, I saw my mom by the stove cooking eggs and my dad at the table eating breakfast and reading the local paper.
"Hey mom. Hey dad." I said in a glum voice.
"Hey sweetie! How did you sleep? I was wondering when you were going to get up." My mom said happily. She sounded as if she had had multiple cups of coffee already.
"Good. Until you woke me up." I said not looking up at her.
I sat down at the table and dropped my head down in my cereal.
"Bella! Watch what your doing!" said my dad in an angry voice.
I looked up at him and said, "Sorry! I am going to take a shower. I'm not hungry anyway."
Now wet with sticky milk and cereal tangled in my hair, I walked up to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
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When I got out of the shower and was back into my clothes, it was time to go. My mom said she was going to drive me to school because it would "be an honor to drive my daughter to her first day of High School"
"Okay, Bella! I'm ready! Let's go!" Yelled my mom. I ran outside to the car and we were off to my first day of High School.
The car ride was very boring. All I heard was "Oh! You will have so much fun!" and "There will be so many boys you can get acquainted with!" And guess who was sitting there not saying a word? Me.
Unlike some girls, I'm not the type of girl who likes to have much fun or hang out with guys. I am the suffer in silence type. I never had many friends in Elementary or Jr. High. The teachers didn't talk to me much either. Yeah, Some worried about me, but others didn't even notice me.
I have never been on a date or had a boyfriend. I never got asked out and I have never really had a crush on anyone. I don't know a lot of boys other than my dad a few of his friends.
When we arrived at the school, my mom said she would of loved to stay there and watch me walk into the building but she was late for work anyways. After my mom left, I walked into the front office to collect my things that I would need for the Semester. I got my list of classes, a map of the school, a few more books, and a name tag to write my name on.
The name tags looked very second-grader-ish. Knowing that I had no other choice but to put it on, I grabbed one of my new pens and wrote my name on it.
After I had my name tag on, I looked around. "Wow." I thought. "This place is amazing!" I said aloud.
"Yeah. I know! Isn't it great?" Someone behind me said.
I turned around, shocked, to see who was talking to me.
I turned around only to find a girl who looked oddly like a pixie. She was short and she had a spikey hair do.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked.
"Of course! Who else would I be talking to?" she said.
"Um, I don't know." I said.
"Oh! And by the way, my name is Alice Cullen." She said, holding a hand out for me to shake.
I reached over and shook her hand. But instead of giving me a hand shake like a normal person, she gave me a hug instead.
"So," I asked "Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, As a matter of fact, I do." Said Alice. "Want to meet them?"
"Um, sure. Why not?" I said, a little nervous.
