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Chaper 1- Privacy

BPOV

A long time ago, in what I wished was a far away kingdom, something horrible happened. Mr and Mrs Mallory―in a time where stupidity was all the rage―decided to procreate. Nine months later and the bane of my existance popped out―I'm assuming you all know where from―, armed and ready to subject me to many years of aggravation, irritation, humiliation and constipation.

Just kidding about the last one.

"Bellaaahhhh!"

"What." I replied in a monotone, not even bothering to make my reply sound like a question.

"Hi!" Said Lauren Mallory, a smirk playing on her lips while she tried to feign innocence. It was unnecessary; we both knew her aspirations in life all centered around annoying the hell out of me. But, as always, she wanted to make it look like I was the one with the problem. To show everyone that she was just saying a "friendly hello" and I chose to be rude because Bella the Freak has issues.

Curse her.

She sauntered off as if she owned the place, swaying her hips way too much. Consequently, her ass went smack bang right into Eric Yorkie's pimple ridden face; he had been bending down to pick up some books scattered on the floor.

Karma's a bitch, I thought, right before I heard her screech as if she were in dire pain. All the while, poor Eric was clutching his now bleeding nose while looking sheepishly at her like the whole thing was his fault. As if he had crawled up to her stupid, swaying butt and purposely smashed his nose on it. And of course, she would jump at the chance to blame someone else.

And here comes the Lauren Storm in 3, 2, 1-

"What the fuck?" She screeched, just as I had shielded my ears with my biology books. My cochlea would not be subjected to that many decibels unprepared. Ever. I learned that the hard way. I shuddered as my mind involuntarily traced back to the day Lauren and Jessica had both screeched a friendly "hello Bella" in both of my poor ears simultaneously.

I had never truly recovered.

Eric gulped, blood leaking out of his cupped hands in his futile attempt to catch it.

By then, most of Lauren's posse, including Jessica Stanley, had come to see what all the drama was about. Most probably so that they could add to it. Eric, the poor dude―he had no idea what was about to hit him.

"That is, like, it! I am, like, so sick of being violined by all the boys in this school!" Ahh, well that is what I call bullshit. And, I was pretty sure that it was violated, not violined. Poor girl couldn't even speak properly.

"Just because I'm like so pretty and hot, it does not mean that you," she said, as she pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Eric's trembling form, "can go near this!" she finished, pointing the same finger at her rear end.

Wow, it would suck to be that finger right now.

"Girls with asses like mine do not talk to boys with faces like yours." Okay, the only reason she almost did not butcher that sentence with an unneccessary 'like' is because she stole it from a movie. "Okay? You, like, got that?" Almost.

At that point, Eric had bled so much that if I didn't know any better than Lauren Mallory, I would say he'd had a nose haemorrhage. Lauren was still looking at him with a vindictive glare that I couldn't help but find funny. She really couldn't pull off a glare without looking like a retard. Of course, I wasn't looking at her through the eyes of every idiot adolescent male in this school. I honestly had no idea why they would fawn over her―well, not so much her but her so-called "assets"―whenever the opportunity would present itself. She had a fake tan, fake boobs, extensions...nothing about her was real. I doubted that even the company she kept, i.e. Jessica her "biffle", and various others who I neither knew nor gave a shit about, really hung out with her because of their close friendship.

Luckily for Eric, Lauren and Co. had left due to the all too familiar screeching of the bell.

Oh how that bell reminded me of Lauren.

I looked over at Eric. I felt really sorry for him. I mean, he wasn't even in his home country. He was an exchange student from Japan, and was staying with Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley's latest infatuation. And while we're on the subject of infatuation, Eric, who was still making a mess due to the Lauren-Mallory's-Butt-induced blood nose he had, was strangely besotted with the very blonde and beautiful Rosalie Hale.

Not that it was strange to be crushing on Rosalie. If you were my age and male you would forever be labeled gay if you didn't find Rosalie Hale appealing at the very least. It was just that Eric's crush kept bringing up a very funny image of him in a Japanese kimono, bowing and then offering her sushi as a sign of his undying love for her. And for some reason, Rosalie was in a toga. Huh. Weird. I shook off that thought as I walked over to Eric and helped him gather up his books.

"Arigatou Gozaimasu," he said, which I knew meant "thankyou very much" in Japanese. I just nodded and smiled, while he proceeded to bow but tripped over his own feet trying to stand up. I sighed and helped him up while trying not to get blood all over me. People would think I had had my period and then bathed in it or something. Or at least that's what Lauren would tell Jessica to tell the whole school. Eric needed to get to the sick bay, and since he still had one hand clutching his nose while the other was balancing a precariously stacked pile of books, he would need some help. I took the books from him, the covers smeared with blood, and went with Eric to the sick bay. I was going to be late to biology. This day just keeps getting better and better. He gave me an apologetic look. I smiled back: it wasn't his fault Lauren practically sat on his face.

Speaking of Lauren, I really didn't know why she hated me so much. Jessica too for that matter. It's not like I've done anything to them besides unleashing my sarcasm on them from time to time, but usually they'd reply with a very articulate "whatever, nerd" and sway their butts all the way to their next class. But it wasn't like I would've gone out of my way to annoy them like they did me. I just liked to stand up for myself once in a while, you know? There was just no way I'd let Lauren and Jessica reduce me to going Eric style, hanging my head in shame and letting them butcher my self-esteem, while simulaneously managing to do the same to the English language.

After taking Eric to the sick bay, I trudged down the deserted corridor to biology. Hmm, I wonder if Mr. Banner will actually let me explain my tardiness...

"Why Miss Swan, how nice of you to grace us with your presence. However, the next time you decide to do so, make sure the big hand is pointing to the twelve and the little hand is pointing to the nine. If it is not, consider yourself unable attend this class for the hour. Savvy?"

I nodded and mumbled a lame "uh huh" before walking to my seat. Fuck you Mr. Banner. I bet he rehearsed that line over and over just so he could sound cool.

"Did he just say savvy?" my lab partner Jacob Black asked in a hushed whisper, wearing a grimace that looked like he'd been sniffing sour milk. "Ew he did, didn't he? Seriously, who does he think he is? Jack fucking Sparrow?" I coughed, hiding a laugh, although Mr. Banner didn't look fooled.

"Nah, he's more like that squid-face guy, Davy something." I replied, the corners of my mouth twitching.

"…Bella? Maybe you can tell us the answer?" Banner smirked, raising the right side of his bushman monobrow. Dude, you really need some tweezers. Pronto. But then I realised that everyone was staring, waiting for my answer.

"The Krebs Cycle." Jacob whispered so that no one but me could hear. I repeated what Jake had told me, not having a clue what the question was. I watched with glee as Banner's smug face and monobrow slowly fell. Dumbass. For the rest of class, Jake and I stopped bagging Mr. Banner for fear of getting caught out again.

That didn't mean I was listening to him.

Instead, I pretended to be engrossed in the Forks "green-to-the-extreme" greenery outside the window as I leant my elbow on the sill. But really, I was looking at something I had engraved in the wood last year.

E.C. + B.S.

That was, of course, before he had cheated on me with Lauren Mallory. Disgusting pig. Or should I say pigs?

I remembered that day, still clear as crystal in my head. Images of him with Lauren flooded my mind before I could control them. "How could you? You said you loved me..." I had said, followed by a big spiel on how I hated his guts and that he could go rot in hell, and so on and so forth. And then I cried like some pathetic loser, as if I could not go on without him. Oh, the pain.

And then he begged me to take him back.

I told him, "Sure."

He said, "Really?!"

I said, "No."

But now that I thought about it, I was glad I wasn't with him anymore. Good riddance I say. He could go fuck a Care Bear because it wasn't going to bother me in the slightest. Take that, bitch!

I pulled out my, well I didn't really know what to call it, but I guessed you could say it was a collection of random thoughts, poetry, short stories etc. etc. It was exactly where I had left it; in a hole―in the wall-―that no one else knew about. It wasn't exactly very easy to stumble upon either, as it was hidden under a flyer that had been Blu-tacked in front in an attempt to cover up the hole. The only reason I had found it was because I had wanted to use the paper from the flyer to pass notes to Jake one day. So, I took off the flyer and found what I now used as my makeshift safe. I also used the same flyer as a door for the safe.

I looked at the patterned cover of my writing collection. I loved to write in here―it just helped me to express myself. It was so not a diary though. They weren't my thing. I would go crazy knowing that someone could just pick it up without my knowledge and read it.

No, a diary would make me feel vulnerable.

So, I chickened out and instead had made this little notebook into a collection of writing. But there was only one problem. I hadn't written in it since my retard ex-boyfriend, and most of my collection was centered around him. How embarrassing, I thought. And here I had been bagging Eric's mad infatuation.

The class was pretty noisy at the moment, as Mr. Banner had left for a few minutes to go and get some worksheets for the class. I decided that no one would hear me if I ripped out all the pages I had written on, so I did. Jake, being right next to me, heard the ripping noise and looked at me quizzically. I just shrugged and scrunched the paper into a ball, then piffed it at the bin.

I missed.

Jake laughed, so I flipped him off and went to pick up the paper on the floor. I was about to throw it out when Jake turned his head so that he wasn't facing me. He was talking to the guy behind us. Perfect. Instead of throwing it out, I chucked it at his head, but he turned around just in time for the ball of paper to hit him square in the face. Ahh, good times. He narrowed his eyes in mock anger as he took the paper and aimed it at the opening of the bin. He shot it in perfectly. Whatever, I'm still awesome for throwing paper at your face.

He smirked at me. I scowled and he laughed. I laughed too, as I made my way back to my seat. That was fun. Mr. Banner entered the room with a stack of papers. Right on cue, everyone groaned. Eh, whatever.

I shifted my attention to my notebook, laying open with nothing but blank pages. I started to write, pretending I was taking notes. I finished just as the bell rang and put my notebook away in the hole, then "locking" it with the flyer. I was grateful for that hole: it gave me privacy, in a way. It would keep my writing safe. Hidden away from any prying eyes.

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this! It's the first chapter of my first story. Should I continue? I'm still in high school and I need lots of constructive criticism on how I can improve my writing so please, review! I'm also open to suggestions so if you think of something let me know and I'll consider it. Also, don't be put off by thinking that Edward's a cheater, cuz there's more to it than that. Or at least, it won't be what you expect, promise :) Please review..? =D

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