AN: I wrote this story during science class. The teachers are based on the teachers that pissed me off. Hope you like it!!!

Chp 1.

Science. The most wonderful, yet boring subject in the world. This teacher is the worst teacher that has ever taught. The kids all fool around, text, or play tictactoe. The teacher, is said to own a strip club called the Pink Slipper. HA! As if he had that kind of money! He also has a combover, hint the name Do men think they are attractive with combovers? They sure as hell arn't! Everytime he walks by my table, he stares me down. He hates me just because i sleep during class! Its not as if he is saying somthing important! Right now he is making up a fictional story about Chief Bubba, and he is invovled with constellations somehow. I dont belive him, the rest of the class does. He Should just say, 'books up, heads down and do whatever the hell you want!'. Right now, I am in the middle of sleeping and daydreaming.

"BELLLAAA!!!" Mr. Combover yelled.

"WHAT!? I am trying to sleep!" Ever since she left, I have back talked to everyone.

"PAY ATTENTION! MABEY YOU CAN GET A PASSING GRADE! THIS IS WHY YOUR MOTHER LEFT YOU!" the class all 'ooh'ed, and a boy next to Mr. Combover who looked as if he was zoned out smirked.

"..." I was speechless. I put up my hood and layed my head on my arms that were folded on the table.

"ok!," Mr.asshole-combover said,"we have a new kid here! Mr. Cullen, Please introduce yourself!"

"I am Edward," A velvety Vioce said, "I came here from Alaska."

"OH MY GOD! YOUR SOO INTERESTING! MAKE A SHOW! WOW! EVERYONE CLAP YOUR HANDS! PSH! I LOVE YOU ALREADY!" I shouted, but it was muffled from my head still being in the arms on my sweatshirt.

I heard footsteps aproaching me and the teacher yanked my hair so hard I fell off of the stool. I heard my arm crunch and winced from the shooting pain. I whimpered and the class just laughed. I grabbed my Invader Zim backpack and bolted out of the room faster than I have ever before.

I was the school outcast, I was alright about that. People beat me up everyday. They stuck notes and pranks in my locker. They dumped stuff on me at lunch. I didnt care about the world anymore. I wanted out more than ever, Everytime my dad got drunk and hit me, I wished he would go to far and kill me. It was a natural instinct to feel this way though. I Have nothing in my life Worth living for, no body who loves me, noone who holds me and tells me to stop thinking that way. No. One.

I went to the only place where i felt safe, the music room. The music teacher, Mr. Clarinet, didnt mind if I ever cam in here, as long as i didnt destroy anything. I walked over to the piano and ran my fingers over the keys, I felt unstopable! I sang along with the notes that echoed through the room:

'She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

I started to cry, these lyrics were so, well, strong. I wanted to tell someone, but I couldnt, they would never belive me, My old friends would laugh it off. My dad is the chief police officer of Forks, who comes home and beats his daughter, ya, everyone would belive me! note the sarcasim.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

[Repeat Chorus

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

[Repeat Chorus'

Silent tears roled down my cheeks, as my lips quivered

"did you write that." a soft voice said behind me. I swung around surprised of the vioce, but instead I fell on my butt to the ground. "are you ok!?" Edward said, walking quickly to me.

"yah, and yes, I wrote that. I write music in my spare time." I while holding my aching arm. He grabbed my hand and helped me up from the ground. "do you play?" I asked.

"yah," we both looked around in a akward silence, "hey," I said "i am sorry for today in class. I didnt mean to freak out on you."

"it is no problem, oh, and I didnt mean to smirk, That wasnt what I laughing at. I was, focusing, on somthing else." Agian, a awkward silence filled the air.

BRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

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