BPOV

My name is Isabella Swan and this is the officially crappiest day ever because it is my last day as a member of the L.O.L.H. no not laugh out loud hilarious, Life Of Living Hell.

Well at least that is what the gang is called. It tested your ability to survive to the greatest possible extremes. You could be anyone , except a cop and nobody would judge you . That's why I had been recruited, I was frowned upon at school because the teachers though I cheated because I aced everything and the kids hated me for the exact same reason.

Kevin recruited me actually. He was the one who saw how miserable I was so he asked if I would come with him to meet some of his friends. I was frantic and bored out of my mind by this time, I was actually 14 and I hadn't had one friend . I was really desperate for a companion, even if in the end they hated me.

See not only was it because I was smart that people kept away, I also had been enrolled in Tia chi, karate, boxing, and racing among other things. I mean, my mom didn't really mind me but she was on the market for a new husband ever since she divorced my dad so I really wasn't a big help when I was at home. So instead I spent my life at extra curricular activities. And I passed them all, literally, I could have been a professional in any sport because I was just soooooo bored that I had to be a total perfectionist and I thought it would get me some friends, not!

Well I went with Kevin and we met up with his friends I was running out of ideas on what to do so I just joined up. I never really had noticed before they showed me but they all had tattoo's on the sides of their arms and legs along with their backs. Some even had one on each palm. But I have to say the weirdest thing about the tattoo's is that they were raised. When I originally asked about this nobody answered but the next day Kevin had explained to me that they were first burnt into the skin and then the tattoo was put on top of it, and just in case you were wondering those were permanent tattoo's.

So eventually I joined and got my first burn and my first tattoo. It was almost what looked like a dove with an arrow through its wing that was still flying. As time passed I got all of the tattoo's. It was not a pleasant experience and most of the things we had to live through were illegal, actually I could have arrested at least 30 people that were in the gang because we had to do stuff like live through broken arms and other things like that but the others in the gang were the ones who had to break the bones. The hardest thing was that nobody outside of the gang can suspect that we got hurt. But I lived through it and instead of taking the normal five years to complete filling out all the requirements for the last tattoo I finally finished at a new record of two whole years. Sadly those months and months of pure agony were the best years of my life because for once I felt something and it wasn't loneliness because I had a bunch of others with me to get me through.

That's why when my mother told me that she was sending me off to Charlie my dad in the rainy town of Forks, Washington I ran the whole two miles to Kevin's place climbed into his room and sobbed on his bed until he came in that night to go to sleep. He didn't even get as far as the doorway before he noticed me and started running. He knew it had to be something really bad because when you belong to the most notorious gang in Arizona you learn not to bend under pressure, but this wasn't pressure this was having your future ripped out of your own hands and thrown into someones that you haven't seen since you were six and even then only for a last weekend of fun before I was in primary custody of my mother. It just wasn't fair!! How could she do this to me!

Yet here I was waiting for my flight to land so I could try to get settled in my new home. Pppffffhhhhmmm!! Not even close to home, I reminded myself, only a place to rest my head because I would never be seeing the L.O.L.H.'s again. damn, life sucks! Oh! I guess it's time to get off of the plane now.

I went around to grab my luggage from the terminal and after I found my black suitcase with my gangs name on it and my other black suitcase that looks like it was cut open and bleeding. I waited and waited for my father. You'll ever see me call him anything other than Charlie, thank nobody that he doesn't mind!

I guess I had changed a lot because he didn't even notice when he walked right past me so I just grabbed him arm and spun him around, don't want him looking for me all day now do we? Once he noticed my eyes recognition swept over his features and he looked a little ashamed that he didn't recognize me before but as I said I have changed I now only wear dark colors and the color white when I want to creep kids out or when all of my other clothes are dirty. Which happens often, not the dirty part but the wanting to creep people out one. I also have a lot more piercings now, I have a bellybutton ring along with and eyebrow ring, lip ring, five in each ear, and a tiny stud in my nose. So yeah, you get the point I don't look any thing like the perky kid I used to be when I was six.

"Hey Bell's how have you been," he obviously was as much a talker as I was "Let's get these bags to my car then we can get you settled in at the house," he said the next thing with reluctance. "And I know you really don't like school but you have to start tomorrow even though it is the middle of the school year. They just don't want to let you get behind because of your constant A+'s," and he even almost managed to sound regretful while saying that last part. But oh no, he wasn't done yet "I also expect you to wear white tomorrow and then you can go back to black if you want to. I just want to let people judge you by who you are not what you look like on your first day of school." Wow and I think he did that all in one breath. GIVE THAT MAN A KLONDIKE BAR!! Yeah right, I'll wear white on my first day, well, maybe, but only this once. I don't really mind people calling me a freak because of my tattoo's but I don't think that Charlie would like it if I got in a fight on my first day.

Oh well we're at the house now. Damn, it's exactly like I remember it. Wait a minute...

"Charlie do you have someone you're expecting because there's another car in the driveway." I said in a really bored tone. I was not up to meeting anyone or even socializing before I took a really cold shower and smelled like my favorite shampoo, smokey waters, it was actually a really good idea.

"Hhhmmm. Well, Bell's that's actually your new car, you may think Renee doesn't care but she doesn't want people thinking you got arrested so she got you this as a goodbye present." he shuffled uneasily probably thinking I was about to rip his head off.

Total opposite I jumped on him for a millisecond and gave him a reallyyyy big hug but that was the extent of my kindness. I ran to the car, a mustang convertible that was black with maroon cuts and red thread sowing each of them shut. ha ha. My mom didn't care in the least bit, this was the car that I had wanted forever and a paint job that I created on my own with the L.O.L.H.'s. Ha! This was Kevin's goodbye present not my moms! I knew that right away when I looked inside the car, there was the bleeding dove still flying on a card in the glove compartment.

Dearest Bella,
Sorry that we couldn't give it to you sooner. We would heave but you moved away and it would have been weird if you already had a car when your mom doesn't know about it so we sent it under your moms name so that your dad wouldn't get suspicious, you know how we are around police and all. But inside the trunk you will find at least 3 guns, 10 knives, and a bomb just in case somebody recognizes you from our previous missions, although I really doubt it you look different without your ski mask on. You will also find your leg and arm bands in the trunk along with some magazines for all of the guns.

With love from all the guys at L.O.L.H. Kevin

I was brimming with happiness. I loved them all so much. But I couldn't dwell on that right now. As I flipped the envelope over to see if anything was stuck at the bottom a key to the car came out along with a little flip out knife to put on my key chain.

I slowly got out of the car and walked into the house were charlie had left my bags. Swiftly picking them up and made my way to my old room. I had to totally redecorate it. My room had blue curtains and and yellow walls that was just repulsive. I got my magenta paint out of the bag and put all the stuff to the middle of the room and started painting. I had brought my black curtains with me from Phoenix and I had them put up and the blue one thrown away in a heartbeat. I painted and redecorated along into the night until I was finally satisfied.

In the end my walls were a magenta with black trim and my bedsheets were also black with a little bit of gray, white, and red in them. I had repainted my desk a dark almost blue purple that was like the midnight sky and I put my old glass shelves up with my books lined up on them.

When I finished looking at my room I realized it was close to 11 o'clock so I put all of the paint away in my closet and threw the paper that was covered in paint into the trash. Last but not least I took half an hour to put away all of my clothes, making sure to put my medium sized safe in the way back so that I could stash all of my guns ,knives, and grenades in there without having to worry about anybody finding them. When I was done with that it was time to get some sleep so I changed into a lacy number(you acquire quite a few when you're the only female willing to join an all male gang) and fell into a deep slumber.

My last coherent thought was 'tomorrow is going to be hell wearing white' before I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.