Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.
Chapter 1: Mark
My name is Isabella Marie Swan. And I am the freak of the school.
As most of you know, I am Isabella, better known as Bella the freak. It all started in middle school, with Mark. Mark…….what can I say about that jerk. Well Mark and I were best friends in our elementary school. We were yin and yang, day and night, light and dark, but we were still the bestest friends. Everyday afterschool, since my parents didn't pick me up until very late, he stayed with me until my parents came. We always hung out, had fun, teased each other, emailed each other until our parents yelled at us to shut down the computer. He was my childhood best friend. That all changed once we hit middle school. He wouldn't eat with me and our friends at lunch time, he would suddenly stop talking to me in public, and would only email me, no physical contact at all. He started hanging out with all the "cool boys" and the slutty dressing girls. He changed his look, his attitude was different, he talked different, and he acted mean and cruel to other kids. This happened throughout middle school. Then, me being me, I did the most stupidest thing only I would do. I went up and confronted him infront of his friends……I remember the whole incident.
Flashback:
I was walking confidently up to Mark, already knowing what I was going to say.
I went straight up to Mark and said firmly, "Why did you change? Why did you change into this person who is cruel and mean to others? Why did you stop talking to me? I thought we were friends."
Mark looked at me with anger for talking to him like this.
Mark yelled " Don't talk to me like infront of my friends. Don't even talk to me at all. We were never friends. I felt bad for you, that's why. Why did I change? I changed for the good, I couldn't stay friends with someone like you!"
Now I got angry. Really angry. I yelled "YOU felt bad for ME. I should feel bad for YOU. You are the one who turned into the jerk who has no real friends. Your friends talk about you behind your back. Did you know that? I did. You couldn't stay friends with someone like me? Well last time I recalled, you had a crush on me!"
His eyes burned with anger. In the fifth grade, he told me he had a crush on me.
He said, surprisingly in a calm tone, "Whatever. I'm over you. You are just a stupid little girl, I should have never been friends with you. Because you know why? Because you're a freak. A stupid freak. That is all you'll ever be."
The freak part caught me off guard. I didn't think he would call me a freak. Maybe I was, maybe I was just a nobody ……just a doll …….. I didn't have a comeback at all, so he knew he had won. Then I started to cry, slightly. But enough that he laughed at me, then all his friends, then most of the school. I didn't even notice all the kids now circling us. They laughed. At me. I ran to the girl's bathroom. I didn't come out until the end of school. Yes, I did have a crush on him. Yes, I loved him even though we were young. Yes, I did cry over a boy. But this was the last time I would cry over a boy.
Flashback Over
So here I am. 17 years old, going on 18. It's my senior year, and I am still the freak.