I opened my eyes and groaned. My entire body hurt. Usually my father limited his insults to verbal ones, but last night he had come home drunk and he started hitting me for falling down the stairs. The last thing I remember is his boot coming down on my ribs. I hobbled to my bathroom and surveyed the damage. I had what felt like at least two broken ribs and my ankle was sprained. My face was the worst. Both my eyes were red and bruised. I had a trickle of blood coming out of my mouth. There were handprints on my face and a cut near my right temple, probably from my father's ring.

I stripped off my bloody clothes and looked down. I gasped at what I saw. There were bruises from Charlie's belt and fists and several deep cuts. I quickly hopped into the shower. The water ran blood red. I cried as I soaped off. It hurt so much to even move!

I dressed in ratty sweats and a oversized sweatshirt. I looked down at the counter and saw a note.

Bella,

Here is some concealer for your face, although I don't think it was worth the money. Remember TELL NOONE! I am the Chief of Police. If you tell ANYONE I will find out and there will be hell to pay! I have sold your Audi because you are a worthless bitch and I don't want to spend my money on you. I have, however bought you a truck.

Attached to this was a package of liquid concealer (A/N: I don't know much about make-up…..). I put some on and trudged downstairs. I tried to open the fridge door and found it was...locked? I looked at the door and saw another note with four words on it.

NO FOOD for you!

I sighed and went to my room. I looked between the mattress and bed and found my money. I grabbed it all and stuffed it into my backpack. I walked down the stairs and tripped down the last one. I landed hard on my ankle. It was all I could do to not scream. I got up and hobbled to the door. I yanked my shoes on and limped out to the driveway.

I saw my truck. It had a bulbous cab and was painted a rusty red color. I loved it! I hopped into the cab and fiddled with the radio. It worked! I cranked on the heater and drove to school.

When I arrived Angela, my best friend, came over to hug me like she does every morning. I pulled away a little. I also didn't miss Angela's look of hurt.

"Hi, Bella!" she said

"Hey! Sorry about the hug. I fell down the stairs this morning."

"Ohh….. Clumsy Bella!"

"Yep! That's me!"

"There are going to be new students today did you hear?"

"Oh really? I wonder who they are?"

"I've heard—" Angela was cut off by the sound of the bell. While we were talking I hadn't noticed that we were at the door to my Spanish class (A/N I don't know what Bella's schedule is for real…Tell me if you know and I'll change it.)

I slid into my seat and zoned out for about two minutes. I looked up at the sound of my name, and straight into a pair of topaz eyes.

A/N: Ooh! Cliffie! This is my first attempt at fanfiction so be gentle please. Review and I'll try to post the second chapter in two weeks at the least…I'm kindda new to this updating thing so tell me how often I should update. OH! Who should be in Bella's first class? I'm leaning towards Alice or Jasper. I don't want it to be Edward. I want them to meet at lunch. Should Rosalie still hate Bella? If you have suggestions please PM me. I don't want anyone to know what is going to happen….Im rambling…..Ok…um…bye!