This is supposed to be on Edward's POV, but it turned out not to be. Just don't ask what happened.

I don't know what's wrong with me… First a blog fic now a letter fic. And this is, as of now in my mind, a fic-let, relatively (Caught in the Act's pretty… long, don't you all think?). I do. And this is… different.

Standard disclaimer applies.

Prologue

Bella's POV

I craned my neck and tilted my head towards the huge bulletin board in front of me, fluttering my lids to be able to see properly. I had to narrow my eyes harder to find what I was supposed to be looking for. I stood on my toes, leaning against the board for support, shaking my head from time to time due to the ridiculous and messy and colorful scrawls in front of me.

I wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

Teacher told me it's bad to break the rules; she told us not to wander, even though classes were over.

We were supposed to stay in our classroom—myself included—where I would play with a few of my friends, see to it that I do not eat clay, and wait for my Mom to arrive and to take me home.

Bad, bad Bella. I can almost imagine my teacher saying that.

But it's fine. I had to know.

My breath hitched as I found what I was looking for. I staggered as I spotted it, being momentarily startled. I fought the urge to smack my head.

How can I possibly forget how neat and how legible and how beautiful his handwriting can be? It was one of those things that reminded me how amazing and great he was. He's way beyond kindergarten stuff. He's cool. Now that I've found it, it stood out amiably amongst the sea of posters our class made.

I giggled uncontrollably before I looked up again. I need to know what he wrote on yesterday's activity.

I raised my brows, not being able to contain my wonder.

When I grow up, I want to be a doctor.

I want to be a doctor like my father.

I want to be a doctor to save lives.

Whoa. A doctor? I met his father once. He sure looks better in his neat, pure white coat compared to my Dad in his typical, navy blue, police uniform. It didn't make him look scary and all, unlike Dad. Now I want to be a doctor too.

I grinned as I skipped away, humming to myself as I made my way back to my classroom where I will wait for Mom's arrival, where she will take me to my favorite diner to meet Dad, then I will eat my favorite cheese burger and everything will be fine. Then I'll them I want to become a doctor.

Hmm. Life's good.

When I grow up, I want to be his.

I didn't know what happened.

I didn't know what the hell happened.

I didn't know what the fuck happened.

I used to believe life's perfect, and that it will remain to be for eternity.

Then Mom left.

Then Dad stopped talking to me altogether.

Then I stopped talking to anyone altogether.

I went to grade school, but I didn't make friends.

I studied hard, so hard, everyone began dubbing me as the girl who knows it all. A geek. An outcast.

I tried to make friends after some time but no one wanted to.

I learned to curse when I reached fifth grade.

Even he changed.

He used to lend me his crayons and teach me to write legibly but then he began hanging out with other people. He made lots of friends, lots of girl friends. He became cooler and everyone liked him. Then girls began having massive crushes on him. He had his first date on my used-to-be favorite diner with some cheerleader with nice hair. She's a year older than us. Then they broke up a week later. Then he had a new girlfriend the next day. Then they broke up a week later again.

We reached high school and that's how things came to be.

I studied, watched him afar, tried talking to Charlie, and hanged out in my used-to-be favorite diner to see if he would be dating a new girl after a week had passed.

He didn't waver.

One week. Only a week. I once wondered how he never really ran out of girls to be with.

I frowned. What happened? This wasn't the life I wanted. I didn't want to be an outcast. I didn't want to be sneered upon after answering a teacher's question correctly. I didn't want to be bullied by Jessica and Lauren. I didn't want to treat Charlie like he doesn't exist even if he insisted, proved even, he really does. I want to call Renée and tell her I missed her like crazy. I want to tell Charlie that I will never leave him. I want people to treat me properly, nicely, so I wouldn't feel bad.

I winced when I stumbled towards my seat. Great. I heard Eric snicker behind me while Lauren feigned interest to her new nails. I wasn't worth her time. That's just… me.

I spread my books on my table, knowing that no one would ever dare sit beside me. They will rather drop out of this class that to sit beside me.

Hey, I mumbled inwardly. I'm good at Biology. Hell. I'm good at everything. I can be a pretty decent lab partner. I'm pretty sure they believe in 'new school year, new things'. I can't possibly be the same weirdo they think I was a year before… and a year before that. And also a year before that.

But as I saw the way the room was filled without my seat being one, I decided not to get my hopes up.

No one would sit beside me.

Because I am Isabella Swan…

They repulse me... If not, they probably wouldn't even know that I had existed for the past three years of their high school life.

When I grow up I want to be his…

And to become a doctor too.

I straightened on my seat when Mr. Banner entered. I felt so excited for this class. I like Advance Biology. I like Biology in general. I read our textbook during our summer break. It was amazing it got me all keyed up. I would want to take Biology in college, as my pre-med course. I even began reading college-level stuffs. I was hooked.

But then, Mr. Banner, instead of lecturing on the first day, decided to discuss our syllabus. I had his syllabus memorized since I was a sophomore.

Hence I got so bored. I bit the cap of my pen and began doodling on my notebook.

Thirty more minutes.

It gave me time to think about myself. I was torn. Of course I would want to get into Ivy League colleges—I can take chances on a few scholarships they would be offering because there was no way in hell I would be able to afford any of them, if ever. Besides, being a Biology major in Harvard and Princeton's everyone's dream. Well, maybe not everyone… But it's my dream. I had been working exceptionally hard since I stepped in high school for that.

But then again, there's this thing about Charlie. I didn't want to leave him, even though he acted like I wasn't there, living with him, since Renée left. He just didn't talk to me. But that didn't stop me from proving to him that I was different, different from Renée. I will never leave him. He's my Dad and I will prove that to him. I never expected such feat to be easy, but I never expected that it would be this hard either. It's been eleven years. He still treated me like… well, he never really treated me like I was anything at all. I was no one to him.

But I couldn't leave him. I hated to know that he's right.

I was snapped out of my reverie when Mr. Banner turned to the second page of our syllabus.

God, we're still on the second page after thirty minutes? There's like, five more pages, I groaned mentally.

I sighed and turned to my table, to its lower left corner, the corner closest to me. I drew a horizon line on it.

So much for vandalism.

I drummed my fingers before I took a glimpse of Mr. Banner, who's still discussing the hell out of our syllabus.

Okay.

I began scrawling on my lab table, just below the line I drew awhile ago.

Why can't Banner cut his crap for his own good? My brain cells are dying, I wrote.

I marveled at my handiwork.

Then the bell rang.