My FAT ASS mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. I couldn't believe she was actually going away with her stupid new pimp and leaving me to go live with my Dad. Charlie. Urgh. I was wearing my favourite shirt, a black conservative one with the buttons done up to my throat, I didn't want anyone looking where they weren't supposed to. I also had baggy jeans on which didn't hug my figure and hung down to trail on the floor. I had beige loafers on too, to cover myself up. I also had sunglasses on. And a hat.
I didn't bother saying goodbye to my mother, stupid bitch.
When I got to Forks, I went to the toilets at the airport first. I had to cover the water in the toilet with lots of toilet roll so that no one heard me pee.
After I had relieved myself and made sure I was showing no flesh to any possible pedos, I left and went to meet Charlie at the gate. Stupid hillbilly looked like he had just walked out of a trailer park. It was pissing it down, no surprise there since my father was so depressed after my mother left him that he didn't even bother to move out of the wettest place in the continental US. Moody bastard.
We had to ride in his police car, which was so embarrassing, but being with the chief of police had its advantages… at least I wasn't going to get perved on. Phew, disaster avoided. We drove for a bit and Charlie made comments about a crap sounding car he had got me. I pretended to be pleased, it must be hard for a man that looks like a tramp to get enough money to buy a car that wasn't even for him. He had his pimp mobile anyway (his police cruiser).
I found out that he had bought the car, well truck, from Billy. Billy was a random guy that used to touch me up when I was younger and as Charlie chatted shit for a bit, I wondered if I would find any pornographic images left in the truck by accident.
I was actually nearly sick when I saw the truck. It was fucking massive and I would look like a truck driver in it.
"Thanks dad, I love it." Better to lie then send him back into the spiralling depression he went into when Mother left him cos' he had no life and no friends.
"Glad you like it." He yawned, scratched his retarded moustache and helped me take my stuff upstairs. My room was boring and I didn't like it, I also took the time to complain about the fact that there was only one bathroom, meaning I'd have to put up with the smell of Charlie's excrement every morning when he went for his morning relief. After closer inspection of the bathroom, I realised there wasn't even any spray to get rid of the stench that had already washed over me in there. Plus, to make matters worse and make me even more suicidal, there were ants crawling around near the bath. Nice one, Charlie. In any case, it was better than having a wooden shack outside with big fuck off spiders in it which I had had to cope with when I was younger and lived here with Renee, the slag who had me and brought me into this dangerous world where everyone gets raped.
I cried like a baby for a bit cos' I'm so hard done to and thought about the tiny crappy school I was going to be attending tomorrow.
Then I went to sleep cos' I was bored and couldn't think of anything else to worry about. I dreamt about the Volturi even though I didn't know who they were yet.
I had breakfast and Charlie went to work, thank God. I did stuff that won't interest you then left for school. The gravel crunched as I ran down the driveway, to ensure I wasn't captured by pirates or pervs as I went, and tripped on a bit of air, landing on the front of my truck. I got in and checked around me for hidden people ready to pounce on me. There was no one.
I found school quickly cos' if it had taken ages, I wouldn't have survived the depression. I went into the office and got this slip thing which I had to get my teachers to sign then take it back at the end of the day. Boring shit basically. Being in the poor, minging town of Forks had it plusses. For example, all the other cars were rundown and disgusting like mine except for a shiny, sexy Volvo. I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me. Well that's really what I hoped. You never knew what people round here were like.
I went to building 3 and went into the room. The teacher at the front looked at my name on the slip that I passed him then stared at me. He must have heard about the rape charges I made against Billy when I was younger. I averted my eyes and went to the seat that the teacher had pointed me to with a wink. People stared at my boobs.
This absolutely horrific looking boy looked across at me then and pretended to be bothered about me. He probably was looking at my boobs too. He spout some shit about him being Eric and me being Isabella Swan but I was difficult and told him that it was just Bella. "BELLA, MR. ACNE FACE."
As I walked out of the room later, I felt his hand fondle my arse and he began to follow me out of the room to my next lesson.