Hey Everyone! I am SO SORRY! Reasons Why I haven't Updated:

1. School and Homework....They REALLY Suck!

2. Practice.....I do Basketball, Horse-Back Riding, Art, Voice, and Guitar. Fun, Right?

3. I'm just a lazy ass. Sorry.

Well at least I have my awesome reviewers and readers! :D So review and it better be a good one or I'll kick your ass because I'm already pissed off....With that wonderful thought, Read On!!!!

Song-Forever and Always-Taylor Swift

Disclaimer: Ange is having a bad day :(

So she asks Stephanie Meyer for Twilight! :D

Stephanie says "Of course, here you go. Feel better.", and moves forward to give Ange the documents for Twilight. XD

Ange is happy now! :)

Stephanie then says "In your dreams! Twilight is mine! Twilight is mine!" and runs away with Twilight. :o

Ange is still sad. :'(

Here is the Full Summary:

He's the popular, player jerk. She's the best friend in the background, who's hopelessly in love with him. He's the most popular guy at school, is dating the cheer leading captain, and has a loving family. She's an outcast among girls, only has guys as friends, and is fighting to survive in her own home. He loves football. She escapes in skateboarding and singing. He loves his life. She hates hers. When Edward does something unforgivable and goes to far, Bella packs up, grabs her skateboard, and leaves for that final cross country trip to Julliard. The only thing she leaves behind is a harmless-seeming book. But this book shows the REAL life of Isabella Marie Swan. This book was addressed to a certain arrogant, gorgeous, heartbreaking jerk...

It's all human people!

Bella POV Ch. 1 Seventeen Ain't So Sweet

I sighed, as my hair whipped around my face and I flipped through the air on my board. It wasn't a sad or angry sigh, it was just a content sigh. Because at this moment everything was perfect. And I wish for once it would stay that way.

Whenever something was too good to be true, it usually was. Well, for me. Depressing, harsh, whatever you want to say about it but it's the truth. But for the moment I would enjoy this as much as I could.

I flipped and twisted through the park and skidded down rails. Old ladies shot me glares for "disrupting the peace" and everyone got out of my way, acting like I wasn't there, but you could see them watching me out of the corners of their eyes and whispering to their peers about me.

Well, what did you expect when you live in a town as small as Forks, Washington and was the chief of police's daughter? Who instead of being the perfect, humble, beautiful, all-American child that everyone envisioned but instead got the trouble-making, no-good, plain rebel-of-a-girl that broke all their rules, and pushed every boundary, that flew by in front of them today?

I flew by tree after tree, building after building, and face after face until they all just kinda blurred together. As I heard the everyday life of people around me, I couldn't help but fervently wish to be like them. To be "normal" for a day, just to see what is was like and what it feels like. I jumped off my board, my worn-out, torn black converse thumping on the wet sidewalk as I stumbled. Going from freedom and peace to caged and pain in seconds.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts, that I hadn't even noticed that I was at my destination until I ran into it. Literally. I rammed into the front door, tripping on the "Welcome" mat, and flying through the unlocked door. Landing face-first in front of the boy I have been in love with my whole life.

I relished in his deep, velvety chuckle as I scrambled to pull myself up from the floor, my cheeks burning. When I felt his muscled arms wrap around me, my cheeks blazed more, if that's even possible. I inwardly sighed as he released me as soon as possible, but not before giving me a brotherly pat on the back. That's all he thought of me of. As a one-of-the-boys, or his blushing, tomboy best friend.

I looked up at his gorgeous face and couldn't help but imagine if he was mine. That I would be able to run my fingers through his bronze, just-got-out-of-bed hair and see if it really is as silky as it looked, as he ran his long fingers through my limp, plain brown hair . That he would whisper sweet-nothings in my ear and hold my callused, pale hand in his muscled, large one. To be able to stare into his emerald green eyes for hours with my muddy brown ones. To be able to kiss his full, plump lips with my chapped, cracked lips....

As he slumped on the coach, I memorized each line of his face into memory. The strong line of his jaw to his perfect full lips, pulled back into the crooked smile I loved. From the slope of his nose to his coppery eyebrows, that scrunched together when he was confused, angry or focused. To the laugh lines around his beautiful emerald eyes, that you got caught up in, to the small scar on his prominent cheekbones from when he fell out of the tree in his backyard in the 2nd grade. He was the angel, while I was the adoring follower.

I winced as his voice sneered in my head "You're no one. Why would he want you? You're worthless, no one cares about you. No one wants you, get over it. Drag your sorry-ass home and cry about it and write in that dairy of yours, you bitch." I shook my head and thought "You can't control me here. I'M the one in control for now."

"So, do you want a drink or something?" Edward's voice drifted from the kitchen. I hadn't even noticed he had gotten up.

"No, I'm fine." I called back. I knew if I ate anything it would be gone by the end of the day.

"You know, if you don't eat something Esme will get worried. She already doesn't think you eat enough, as it is. She'll be pissed if she finds out you keep rejecting her food." He chucked, momentarily stunning me. His voice was to musical and velvety for his own good. He made girls trip over themselves with the first word out of his mouth. Well if they hadn't already come running when they see his looks, the boy was just to damn irresistible.

I fumed when I heard that. I love Esme of course, she's practically my mother. After my Mom passed away and he was going through a hard time, she adopted me as her daughter for the time being. She never really let me go. She always worried about me and invited me to dinners, family activities, and tried to pull me in with her family. She had a motherly air around her, and was absolutely stunning. Esme was everything I wanted and wished for but could really be a pain when trying to keep her safe.

Because if I really told her what was happening, she would be in danger. And I would never let someone as gentle and loving as Esme know what was really happening behind closed doors.

"Edward, please don't tell Esme. I'm just not hungry. There's nothing wrong with that." I pleaded with him.

"God, Bella. Calm down. I was just kidding. Don't freak out." Edward laughed.

The thing about Edward, he's a gentleman, funny, handsome, and a....asshole. A MAJOR asshole.

Well what would you expect when you're The Edward Cullen. Captain of the football team, rich parents, the looks, and the school player, and only a sophomore. Who always goes back to the school slut and captain of the cheer leading squad, Lauren. God, just her name makes me want to puke.

She's the girl that wears the skirts and shorts so short that they look like underwear and the T-shirts that are so small that they practically aren't even there. She's been with every guy from nerds to goths and from the emos to jocks. Lauren has a curvy body, bleach blond hair, and shallow, light blue eyes. She also the Queen Bee and a bitch.

She enjoys torturing me, immensely. She corners me in hallways, after school, before school, when ever. Lauren makes fun of my clothes, my looks, and my social life. And my social life, well let's just say that does not exist at ALL. But what hurts the most, Edward stands there and laughs with them. He also gives comments to me, too. Then, Lauren and him make out, right in front of me. But after that, of course when no one else is around, he apologizes and begs me to forgive him. Which I do, every...single...time.

Ugh! I really need to stop whining to myself....It's weird.... I thought to myself. I glanced down at the battered, old watch on my wrist,that had belonged to my mother, and I almost passed out. It was 6 freakin' 55. I had to get home, right now. "Gotta go, Edward!" I yelled as I run out the front door, leaving a confused Edward in the kitchen with the funniest expression on his face.

I jumped off the steps, landing on my board in the process. I pushed myself as hard as I could, glancing occasionally at my watch, with a sense of dread in my stomach. Suddenly his voice ran through my head "Bitch, I expect you to be home at 7 o'clock sharp everyday, with a fresh dinner cooked and ready." Suddenly he chuckled "And trust me, you don't want to know what will happen if your late."

I had lost track of time, and now I would pay for it. Everyday, I make dinner and stick it in the fridge to heat up when he arrives. But I was late, and I didn't know what would happen. I ran to the door, and pulled out the key with trembling hands. I looked down and saw 7:02 taunting me. I slowly opened the door to find........an empty, silent hallway.

Warning: Graphic Abuse

I ran inside and closed the door, I leaned back against it and blew my hair out of my face in a sigh. A crash came from the kitchen and I stiffened. "Where the hell have you been?" He slurred, clutching a beer bottle in one hand and his other clenched into a fist.

"I....I was at...at the Cullen's, wor...working on a project." I stammered out, my face and eyes directed to the floor. He stormed over in front of me and grabbed my face in his big, meaty hand and pulled me forward until I could smell the alcohol on his breath and see the glazed look in his eyes, barely covering the pure hate under it. " DON"T LIE TO ME!", he screamed as he threw me to the ground, my body ramming into the front door, the knob jabbing into my back.

"You're a slut. I know you were hanging out with a teenage boy. How many people are you fucking?" He yelled. "No one.", I whispered.

"Excuse me? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING? I TOLD YOU I AM ALWAYS RIGHT, AND YOU ARE WRONG, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" He bellowed in my face, as he punched every part of me he could reach. He brought his fist back and rammed it repeatedly into my stomach, as I bit my lip trying to control my screams and whimpers. He slapped my face and my head flew backwards as I coughed up blood on the once clean floor.

He kicked me in the stomach with his steel-toed boots and I couldn't hold back my whimpers. "YOU....KILLED...YOUR...OWN....MOTHER....YOU...WHORE!" He roared at me, emphasizing each word with a ruthless kick.

He chucked the beer bottle at me and I screamed as the glass pierced my skin. He laughed, clearly enjoying my pain, with a crazed look in his eyes. "Clean this mess up.", Charlie demanded as he stumbled out of the room.

Abuse Over

I dragged myself up, as I scrambled into the kitchen and grabbed all the supplies I would need. I absentmindedly cleaned as I thought over my life, wincing as soap got into my wounds or I moved wrong.

I was in love with my best friend, who was a player and totally oblivious. I was a freak and was the one everyone ignored or laughed at. I was tortured at school by people who once were my friends and by said best friend's current girlfriend. My mom died when I was nine and the man who once was my father blamed me, so he beat me. And everyone was unaware about what was happening.

Welcome to my personal Hell.

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(P.S. Happy late Turkey Day!)

Peace out,

~-Ange-~