Chapter 1

A monkey stole my shadow and sold it on eBay. Ha. I wish. My life is a whole lot worse. My name is Isabella Swan. I would say 'my friends call me Bella', but I don't have any. My life is pointless, tedious and worthless. Still want to keep reading? I have no idea why God put me here, I obviously belong on another planet. Some people at school call me emo, some call me plain out strange, others just call me a bitch. But if they found out the reason for my behaviour, they wouldn't point and stare.

I heard a knock on my door. Whoa, back to reality. Then I realised who it was. Oh great. Another sympathy speech from the world's best mother. My mom looks like me, but with blonde hair (I used to be blonde, but I hated it, so now it's black) and a bad tan. She knows pretty much everything about me, unfortunately, including that my weakness is hot chocolate, and this why she entered brandishing a mug.

"Hey honey," she said in a soothing mother-like voice. I gave her glare as she handed me the mug; I hated it when she called me gooey names, and she knew that. "How was school?" she asked with real curiosity in her voice.

"Well, in art I burnt some clay when I was bored, I put glue on Mr. Simon's pencil - " I snickered as I remembered the look on his face when he couldn't get it off his fingers - " and then at lunch I threw some of my mashed potato at Stanley." What a day it was.

"Oh. I see. Well, looks like you had a busy day then," she said mirroring my thoughts. My mom was used to my shenanigans at school now. A year ago she would have been in hysterics. "Try to not get suspended tomorrow, Cari. I've got work next week. I rather you did things I don't want to know about at school than at home." She shuddered. Probably at the thought of her getting home and the house is burnt down.

"Yeah, I'll try." Pfft, the chances of me not getting suspended, at least for a day, is about as high as the chances of me wearing pink.

"Good night sweetie," as she tiptoed out of my dark room.

"What ever," I said, a little too late. As soon as she closed the door, I picked up my iPod, which needed updating, and turned on a song from Bullet For My Valentine. Ah, that's better. And soon enough, I drifted to sleep.

After I had not eaten breakfast the next morning, I drove to school in my old hand-me-down Toyota. I live in the small town of Forks. It's no bigger than your average one street town. My school, Forks High, has a startling total of 237 students. Not one of them normal. As I drive in, I see Stanley Peters sitting by his glossy convertible. He gives me an evil stare. I bet he had fun washing the potato out of his hair last night. Next to him is Lara Waterman, the 'Queen Bee', she calls herself. Head cheerleader, slut, skinny, blonde, you know the drill. Unfortunately, the only available spot is next to Stanley's car. Fantastic. I turn off the engine and get out, only to hear that sickly laugh.

"What's the matter Bella?" she asked as she eyed my bag. "Spend too much money on knives?" she laughed. I ignored her and went inside. I was not in the mood for arguing with Lara today. I walked into the main hall, where the lockers are, aware of the stares on my back. Hmm, more than usual. That's strange.

I got to my locker and saw a crude drawing of what is supposed to be me, and a bunch of knives sticking out of me. Oh. That's why. I wonder which idiot came up with that one. Yawn. And besides, I only use one at a time. The students in my school don't seem to understand that I've heard it all before. They are not the first ones to make that joke. The only one who doesn't make fun of me is Louie, my cat. And that's because he can't talk.

Not that I really care about them. They don't understand me. No one understands. If I had my way, they'd all be dead.

My first class is English, with Mrs. Simpson. She's a total ass, everyone hates her. She once gave me a detention because I said something "controversial". And more to the point, I have this class with Lara's sidekick and dumbass, Jessica. Lara's gang consists of 3 main bitches, and after them is the whole cheerleading squad, and the Lara "wannabes". The ones that crave to be as "cool" as her. Yuck. How they could be that stupid, I really don't know.

As I walked towards the classroom, there were more stares, but that doesn't bother me. Most are just glares, from people who I have done something to. They all deserved it of course. Like the dude who tried to hit on me, when I first came here, I beat him up. And the chick that I stole the purse from. Hey, there's that guy who I "accidentally" threw a soccer ball at. Well, he was pissing me off.

I walked into class only to see that it was empty. Sigh, first one here. How pathetic. I'll be getting called a nerd for the rest of the week. I flicked on the lights, and was startled by a boy that was sitting in my seat. Who is he? Is he new? Why was h sitting in the dark? Didn't he know where the light switch was? He noticed my look and smiled. Oh my god, the smile almost knocked me off my feet. He was gorgeous.