Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer obviously owns everything twilight.
A/N: Hi. This is my first FF so please be nice. I have been a fanatic reader on here for 3 years and just now brought up enough courage to start writing. I probably suck. Oh well. I'm trying anyways.
Introduction time. My name is Isabella Swan, or Bella as I'd like to be preferred as. I am 17 years old living in a small town of Forks in Washington. I have dull brown hair which match my boring brown eyes with an overall average looking appearance. I live with my father, Charlie, who is the chief of police. I attend Forks High School, my personal hell. Introductions are done, now onward with my story.
Waking up is the hardest part of the day for me. When I sleep, I dream. When I dream, I'm happy. When I wake up, I'm in reality. When I'm in reality, I'm grumpy. Bella Swan is not a morning person. Especially if the reason for waking up is to only go to school. Rolling out of bed, regretfully may I add, I do my necessary routine in my bathroom and stand in front of my closet. Picking out a plain blue shirt and nice fitting jeans. Now that I'm all dressed and ready, I go downstairs and straight out the door. I never have to worry about saying goodbye to Charlie because he is one of those damn early birds that wake up at an ungodly hour in the morning just to sit behind a desk. Not much happens in this small of a town for the police folk.
Slipping on my walk towards my old rusty truck is just the first of many points given to the ground in the Ground vs Bella game that plays out everyday. I'm unfortunately extremely clumsy.
Driving to school does not take as much time as I would hope.I park my truck in a vacant space in the parking lot and begrudgingly make my way into school. There's a not so typical buzz of student chatter flowing through the halls. There must be something going on today. I check my mental calendar but cant think of anything that the residents of Forks High would be excited for. Giving up I walk towards my locker. Just as I'm carefully counting my steps, not wanting the floor to score again, when my books fly out of my arms with a thrust of movement. I look up wildly as I solemnly watch my papers scatter around the tiny hallway.
Laughter, that seemed more like a witch cackling, is heard from ahead of me. There stood Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya.
If my life was like that movie "Mean Girls", they would be the Plastics. Now its not actually that movie because I'm no child star/drug addict/crazy/somebody's bitch in prison Lindsay Lohan here. Getting off topic. They are the main reason why I have such a hatred for school. They have victimized me since Kindergarten when I "accidentally" gave all their Barbies buzz cuts. I WAS LIKE 5 YEARS OLD FOR GODSAKES. Talking about living in the premature past.
"Settle down spaz. Do you always have to make a scene, attention whore?" Tanya spat.
Her accusation were WAY fucking off. I'm timid, shy, I hate any type of attention. I hate to say it but I have the personality of a mouse.
I kneel down as the three bimbo's continued to sound like laughing hyena's.
"What a loser. She looks like a rat scurrying around!" squealed Lauren.
"Mouse." I mumbled in a quiet whisper to myself.
So now here I am, "scurrying" around the dirty hallway trying to pick up all my loose papers while I'm being verbally abuse. May i say again... I. Hate. School.
I was desperately tying my best to pay no attention to anyone around me until a long pale hand picked up a page of my English paper.
I looked up surprised. There knelled a boy that I have never seen before. The first thing I noticed was his unruly messy bronze hair, next the most gorgeous blazing green eyes. I mean I don't think you understand the actual beauty of these eyes that I'm looking at. *Mentally Faints* Moving my gaze from his godlike face, I take a notice in his clothes. A very chiseled chest was stretched in a cotton grey t-shirt accompanied with a dark pair of very nice fitted jeans. What I'm really trying to say is, and if I may quote Andy Samberg, I practically "Jizzed in my pants." just by mere sight of him.
"Hey, do you need any help?" mystery Adonis asked.
I couldn't help but notice how quite it seemed to be now. It seemed like the hallways just stopped all movement and all the kids were watching our exchange. This is not a reality show or some shit, people!
"Eeep!" I squeaked embarrassingly like A. FUCKING. MOUSE.
I really have to stop referring myself as a animal. I don't think it's mentally healthy.
The boy smiled, lifting one side of his mouth higher than the other in a adorable half smirk.
"Don't worry about Bella. She's very clumsy. She trips over almost like nothing!" Jessica said while flipping her fake blonde hair back.
THANK YOU Jessica for that very not needed comment...Bitch.
My cheeks flamed from all the attention and sexy boys gaze on me.
I looked up at him, blinked, and then took my paper from his hands and raced to my class not looking back behind me. There were more laughter that I left behind.
A/N: Ok. There we are. Its a short first chapter briefly showing Bella's life. It will get better, I promise.