Disclaimer: Owning Twilight was not on my most recent Christmas list(or any of them for that matter), Stephenie Meyer owns it though. Johnny Diaz owns 'More Beautiful You' and TLC own 'Unpretty.
A/N:Hello Folks! Back again, with a brand new fic. I've finished 'Welcome Home' and have decided to write more, I will still be doing 'Social Experiment' and I'm writing a new Harry Potter too. I will post links and songs to my profile of clothes even though i won't be describing them in the fic.

The rain was lashing my window pane, waking me from a restless sleep. That's Forks for ya' always rainy, which is just how I like it. This weather gives the perfect excuse to cover yourself up; either its cold and rainy, or it's cold and snowing. I'm not your typical teenage girl; sure I have the same taste in music as other teenagers, same taste in movies, but I'm over weight. Don't get me wrong I love who I am, I am a great person with a big heart, but people don't see that. They see a fat girl. They can't look past the physical, except for maybe Jacob; my only friend, but I don't see much of him. He lives in La Push, a Native American Reservation near Forks, so he doesn't go to my high school. Then when you factor in his girlfriend Leah and his friends, well let's just say I'm a loner. There's this cheerleader, Rosalie, she's pretty nice to me. She sticks up for me sometimes when people put me down and her twin brother Jasper talks to me in History class, but just like Jacob they have lives.

Usually people ignore me, walk right passed me, but I get the occasional shoulder check and "Get out of the way fat ass!". It's pretty safe to say I prefer being ignored.

My dad is the police chief of Forks and the best they've ever had (It's a tiny town, that's not saying much), he stays pretty fit. My mom lives in Arizona and is married to Phil Dwyer, quarterback for the Cardinals. She's asked me to live with her a few times, but I just couldn't do it; not only would I be infringing on her happiness with Phil and their daughter Irina (she's not even Russian), but I would be subjected to the hot sun and teeny tiny clothes, no thanks. She sends more child support every week than is strictly necessary, if it helps ease her guilt, why not.

I sat up and stretched my arms over my head, I felt my shoulders and neck pop; I slipped into my slippers, grabbed my towel and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Dad was already at work, so I didn't need to worry about bringing clothes with me. I undressed and got in the shower without looking in the mirror, washed quickly, and wrapped my towel around my body; once again without looking in the mirror.

I dressed quickly grabbing the most recent bra and boy shorts mom sent me, size 42D and 8. I looked at my jeans, if there was anything I had learned; it was that wide legged jeans were far more flattering on bigger girls.
I headed downstairs and made breakfast (peanut butter toast and a banana), read part of the news paper (boring), washed my plate, and headed out the door. School was starting in a week, so I had to pick up my course schedule.

The new kids would more than likely be picking there's up too, I haven't met them yet, but they've been the talk of the town since they moved here. According to small town gossip there is Carlisle Cullen, he's a doctor; Esme Cullen, she an interior designer; Emmett Cullen, he's a senior and was put on the Forks high team in June; Edward Cullen, a junior also on the football team; and finally Alice Cullen; Edwards twin sister. They also say that the Cullen's are a gorgeous family, that they could give the Hale's a run for their money. Which only means they'll be just like everyone else; jerks.

I have butterflies in my stomach as I always do when I go anywhere. I never know how people are going to react to me, so I am constantly nervous, always on guard, preparing for the worst. I hopped in my beast-that's what I call my old red, beat up truck-and made my way to my own personal hell.

When I pulled in there was definitely a new car in the lot, a silver Volvo, I just hope I don't crash into them. It's been known to happen, not only am I a bigger girl, but I'm clumsy. I walked through the doors behind two petite girls; I knew to be Jessica and Lauren. Jessica wasn't too bad, she usually ignored me, but Lauren was a guaranteed "Moooo" or "Oink" when I passed her. I had learned pretty well to just stay out of her way, it was a tiny school so keeping away from her wasn't easy, but I managed it.

I made it to the office without being noticed, but when I got there I came face to face with Tanya Denali and Victoria Volturi. Tanya goes out of her way to make my life miserable, when I said I did pretty well except the occasional shoulder check and "Get out of the way fat ass", well I may have underexagerated…by a lot. It's true most of the kids ignore me, but not these two, they are the ones that make it my living hell. Victoria doesn't verbally abuse me the way Tanya does, she' not anymore subtle either. I'll find random bits of food in my locker, a bag of chips, candy bars; with a note attached reading I know you'll want this later; she'll puff out her cheeks as I walk by or make booming sounds as I step. Victoria has a twin brother Aro, he wants to be a fashion designer and he is obsessed with me. He told me with my cheek bones and figure I would make the perfect plus sized model. Of course he thought he was paying me a compliment, but that just gave his sister, Tanya, and Lauren more fodder.

Now if it's almost impossible for me to have friends, you can bet I've never had a boyfriend. The boys here are much nicer to me then the girls, but none of them would ever look at me that way. I know I'm not the type of girl guys write poetry and songs for, but is it too much to ask for one guy to look past the exterior and see what on the inside? I've never even been kissed, yeah that's right, I'm that pathetic.

That's OK though. I have the highest GPA in the school, that's right, I'm going places. I'm going to go to a great college and I'm going to be somebody, so I'll take the bullying, taunts, and threats now, because later I'm getting the hell out of this town and ninety percent of the kids here; will die here. This is where they will peak and this is the best they will ever be.

That's the mantra that races through my mind when they pick on me, I know it's not much, but it keeps me going. When I walked in the room they backed up against the wall, as if I was taking up all the space. It wounded me a bit, but I bit back the hurt and pressed on. "That'll be enough ladies." Mrs. Cope the secretary scolded and they left the room giggling. "Hello Bella dear. I have your schedule, new locker, and combination right here." I thanked her, for my paper and for sending them out of the room, and went to test out my new combo. The whole way I prayed I wasn't going to be next to the 'Bitchy Trio' as I called them, if so this would be another year I didn't use my locker, the first was eighth grade; it was a nightmare. That's when the snacks in my locker started, I was mortified when an avalanche of food fell out; kids were laughing all over the place and everywhere I went it was all people talked about.

I found it and, thankfully I was on the end. My only locker partner was a tall, lean boy with tousled bronze hair; he's one of the Cullen boys. I approached my locker as quietly as I could, trying to escape his notice. "Damn locker!" He shouted startling me and causing me to squeak. He looked to his left and saw me standing there bright red with wide eyes, I'm sure I was a sight to behold. He only smiled a sheepish smile and said "I'm sorry about that, locker won't open. Stupid things jammed."

I nodded mine does that frequently, I breathed out a quick quiet "Let me try." He moved to the side allowing me access to his locker, I hit the heel of my hand just above the lock and wiggled it; the door opened right up and he looked amazed. "You just have to play with it a bit." I whispered looking at the ground. I turned and walked away not even bothering with my own locker, I felt very self conscious next to him. He called a "Thank you!" down the hall after me, but I didn't turn around. I was out the door and back in the Beast, where I rested my head against my steering wheel. My brain was at war with itself.

"You know better than that!"

"I know, but he needed help."

"You know who is safe to talk to and who isn't. You know nothing about

that boy."

"That's true, but he seemed nice enough."

"You thought Tanya seemed nice enough. Remember what happened

there?"

I had a very good point, I needed to be very careful around Edward Cullen.

I spent the next week shopping for school supplies and clothes. I loathed the latter. Mom sent a box of shirts from her vacation to Florida, most of which I would never wear, but I didn't tell her that when I called and thanked her for them. My only exception for my distaste of clothes shopping is shoes; I wear a size seven, a normal size.

"Bells!" My dad called up the stairs, I responded with a "Yeah". "I'm going out with Sue tonight. Will you be alright by yourself?" He called up causing me to roll my eyes.

"Dad, I'll be seventeen in three weeks; I think I'll be fine." He chuckled and I knew he was shaking his head.

"Alright. I'll see you later then."

Dinner that night was simple, since I didn't have Charlie to cook for; I prepared a salad with a baked boneless, skinless chicken breast on top, and salsa for dressing. After dinner I grabbed another shower so I wouldn't have to tomorrow morning. I painted my nails and read a bit of "Romeo and Juliet before falling asleep.

A/N: Everyone that reviews will get a sneak peek from the next chapter. That's not a bribery...it's incentive.