I apologize to my readers for not putting up more chapters. So I am going to rewrite this story. This is not like TallulahBelle's Elemental except that there are elementals and elemental families other than that it is ALL mine.

Except for the characters which are owned by Stephanie Meyer.

B POV

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My first day as a senior of Forks High, fucking excellent. Not. Clutching my pounding forehead I let out a groan and roll out of bed to head to the bathroom that is in my room to start the day. The place is like a prison only instead of having 24/7 guards around the place and custodians, who actually clean Forks has only two janitors, who do a shitty job and teachers, who let students bloody themselves up to the brink of death and have students break up the fights.

Stepping into the bathroom I see my reflection. God,I look hideous. My hair is a mess, my eyes are red looking like I have two pink eyes, and have sleep crust underneath them both, my lipstick is smeared and my liner is running. That's what I get for getting smashed.

I go to the shower and turn on the shower and then go back to the sink to turn on the cold water, while grabbing my toothbrush with my other hand. After basically scrubbing my gums off, I blow out an air of minty fresh breath and flash my beautiful, white teeth in the mirror.

I strip and head into the shower with dread knowing it is the start school school day.

Stepping out of the shower I saw something move out my peripheral vision and immediately threw up my shield knocking the person to the floor. In panic I ran towards the door only to trip on the body. I throw out my shield to stay steady and it crashed to my left boob. I let out a yelp which caused the person on the floor to break out outrageous laughter.

I huff and pull a towel angrily from the rack to cover myself before helping up my hysterical friend, Angela,from the floor. "You...should have...seen...your face...and your... BOOB!", she said inbetween gasps of laughter.

I frown not seeing her trying to scare me to death and my boob getting crushed so funny. "Why are you here aren't you supposed to be with Ben," I asked confused because ever since she mated I haven't see her and Ben apart.

"He's downstairs with your dad and I am here to do your hair only God knows how many times you burned yourself," Angela said with a goofy smile on her face, while looking at my boobs.

I roll my eyes," Just hurry up I hate when you stare at my boobs", I said covering up more.

Walking out the bathroom with me following, she said," They are just so small".

"Hey! A 34B is not small," I said frustrated about her jibes towards my breasts.

"Pfff".

I roll my eyes at her childish behavior and and sit on my bed for her to get started.

Fifteen minutes later I have big, mahogany curls cascading down my back to end at my waist. "It's a shame you have such beautiful hair and you don'teven know how to style it, what a waste", Angela sighed with a wistful look on her face.

I giggle and head into my closet to get dressed not wanting Angela to make fun of my 'small' boobs. I come out the closet with a white tank, black skinny jeans with a white rainbow studded belt and a black fedora on my head.

Angela snorts at me,"Since when have you done anything normal", making a hand gesture towards my hat.

I giggle," I am original, babe". I head over to my dresser putting on my black fingerless gloves and jewelry. I pick up some clear lip gloss, putting on a generous amount before placing it in my back pocket, and three sprits of Rihanna's Rebl Fleur.

I turn and really saw Angela her dark brown hair was flat ironed showing off the delicate features of her face and I look down at her body to see that she's wearing white capris showing off her toned legs, placed in white sneakers, and a purple babydoll tee that brought out her hazel eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. She looked cute and I told her so.

"Thanks Ben appreciated it," she said with a saucy grin.

"I don't want to listen to your sexscapes with Ben," I shuddered. She started to head to the door and I looked at her confused. "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs," she said plainly and headed out the door. I looked at her confused as to why would she break our conversation to go downstairs. I picked up my book bag and Doc Martens chasing after Angela. Where I found her on the couch snuggling up with a purring Ben.

"Damn Ben you sound like a cat in heat," I laughed enjoying the way his face brightened. Angela glared, "Well Bella you'll soon have to deal with the same thing in a while". I glared back her and she smiled knowing she hit a nerve, "Bitch".

"Bella c'mon and eat breakfast," my mom said from the kitchen. My eyes widened in fear off what awaited in the kitchen.

It was worst than I thought. A plate of burned sausage, rubbery eggs and toast so burnt I wondered that she had set it on fire. I continued staring at my plate with disgust wondering what I did to deserve this torture.

"Bella eat before your food gets cold," Mom said in a tired voice from Dad's lap. It was so usual to see them like this that it wasn't uncomfortable for me to see them like this.

I looked at Dad with a pleading look and I saw his mustache twitch in amusement. "Renee how about you go upstairs and go back to sleep you look pretty tired".

Mom yawned an okay and came over to me and gently kissed my head," Don't cause trouble,Bella and have good day. Love you."

"I love you, too Mom".

"And eat your breakfast I don't want people to think we starve you here,"she said always thinking what others think.

I didn't say anything since I hate lying. It always makes me feel dirty.

"How about you go before she comes down again. I'll get rid of the food," Dad said chuckling slightly.

I smiled,"Love you, Dad," I said giving him a peck on his scruffy cheek.

"Love you, too Bells" was all I heard before heading in the living room and out the Door trailing behind Ben and Angela.