Broken wings and a mending hand

"Bella!" She heard the sound of her father's voice through the light blue wooden door of her small bedroom at the end of the house. She grabbed a pillow and pushed it over her head. "It's Monday kiddo! Time to get you're lazy ass out of bed." Charlie shouted as he started to pound on the thin door frame. 'Damn' she thought as she rolled over causing her already wild mess of curls to bounce into a horrid heap of messy testrails. This was going to be a great day.

"Bells! If you don't get up now you are going to be late for school and I won't have that! Ever since you're mom died you've been allowed to sleep in but, no more! Do you hear me young lady!"

Bella got up off the bed and yawned. She hasn't gotten much sleep lately. With all the night terrors she has been having she didn't think she would ever be able to get a decent night's sleep again.

The dreams were always the same. It would start with the morning of her mother's death, August twelfth. Around eight A.M. her mother would start the chores. She was always cleaning. Bella figured it was probably because of some type of OCD trauma though, she was never certain. That was the thing with her mother. She was never the same, always changing. Whether it had been the job she was in or simple house chores she would always find a different way of doing it.

Bella remembered one time when she came home to her mother wearing an actual French maid outfit while dusting the pictures with a white and gray feather duster. She remembered her mother's face as she looked at her, it was like she knew what was coming. Some type of conflicting omen graced it's presence in her heart and lived there until the light left her chocolate eyes.

She remembered that day, August 12, when her brown eyes turned glassy. She recalled her father telling her to take in easy, to not strain herself but, mother never just sat or laid down. Renee would say, "Resting is for the dead" and then continue with her work. Always working, her mother, until the very end.

She was sick. Renee tried to ignore it, she'd say that hospitals costed too much money and that she felt fine. They never believed a word of it. Only the week before she died did she give in and go see a doctor but, by then it was too late. The progression of the cancer had gripped her by the neck and squeezed until her beautiful bright eyes lost their color.

Six months later here Bella was, going to school again after being out so long because of tragic event. Her father Charlie had been the steady rock that she needed. She wondered what she would do without him today.

She put on a light purple T-shirt and black jeans. She looked in the mirror, her eyes were dark and puffy from nights of crying and lack of sleep. She tried to smile but, it looked like more of a grim than anything. Running a brush through her messy hair she began to daydream.

The dream was blissful, there she was in a lush green meadow full of lilacs and daisies. She was sitting next to a stranger, his curly blonde hair glowed in the light of the pale sun. She looked over at him once again, this time catching his eyes. They were like drops of butterscotch, full of love and warmth. She lead her eyes further down catching his crisp facial features and strong chin line that worked with the angle of his neck and the thin layer of hair on his chest that she saw from the low neck line of his denim button up.

He wore low rise jeans but, nothing could compare to his dazzling pearly whites. These were the features of a perfect man, a man that could never be hers because she considered herself fair to all the other beautiful snobs of her class.

She sighed and shakes her head as she brushed her teeth and raced for the front door. If she didn't hurry she would be late for school on her first day back, and that was definitely not going to fly in Charlie's book of parenting.

"Bella wait!" Charlie exclaims as he power walks over to her with a breakfast hot pocket and her school bag. "I think you'd be needing these." He hands them to her in exchange for an awkward hug and a small smile from his female offspring.

"Be safe and call me if you have any trouble today." He says as he shoes her out the door and into the unattended front lawn and the rusty orange pickup truck that she got as a present from her last birthday. She eyed the wear and tear of the vehicle.

She gets in and fastens her seatbelt. She was in for a rough day and she didn't want any parts of it. Turning the radio on and pulling out she began the drive of doom.

Getting out of the rust mobile, she nervously bats the loose hair out of her face. She takes a deep breath and looks over at the hurling swarms of youth making their way towards the school. She grabs her phone clutching it in her left hand. She takes her first steps slowly and surely entering the school trying to avoid the eyes of passing individuals. Damn she hated gossip but, it seems she couldn't escape it. After all she is the prime for attention today. 'God help me' she thinks to herself as she quickens her step trying to avoid people but, she doesn't notice the figure right in front of her.

She runs into the person and falls but, is caught quickly. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" She scrambles to get back up on her feet but, is helped by the stranger. She looks up realizing it's a man but, not just any man it's the one exactly from her dreams. She becomes extremely frantic as she gets to her feet.

"No problem, I know what it's like to be a newbie." He says with a half-smile on his face. She grins back. "Oh non I'm not new um I have just been out of school for a bit." The man blushes. "Oh man I didn't realize so ah what's your name?"

Bella rubs her arms from goose bumps. "Ah um Isabella but, you can call me Bella." The man grins. "That's a pretty name did you know that it means beautiful in Italian?" Bella blushes. "Ah um so ah what's your name?" She didn't know how to respond to the last comment.

"It's Jasper." He says nonchalantly as re-adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Bella looks up into his beautiful honey eyes. "Well um I probably got to get to class." He looks up at the huge clock on the front wall. "Oh ah okay what class do you have?" She nervously looks down at her shoes. "Ah um Ms. Huffman for English."

He sighs. "Well shoot that's not mine. I can at least walk you to class though." He holds out his hand to her. "Oh um well if you are sure." She takes his and as they walk to her English class.

They get to the plain door of the English class room. Bella looks inside at all of her classmates who are now staring at her, as if they were already contemplating all the false rumors they could spread about her absence. "So ah do you ah want to meet up at lunch?" She looks back up to him as if his presence cleansed all the horrible thoughts in her head.

"Yeah, I'd like that." She turns to leave but, is stopped by his hand on her shoulder. She looks up once again hypnotized by his beautiful irises. "Don't forget." He hands her a small slip of paper with seven digits on it. With that he leaves and turns to smack fists with a light brown haired man with yet again the same mysterious eyes. She shrugs it off by just figuring that they are related.

Looking back at the rows of students she notices a new girl with spikey brown hair and she also seemed to have the same exact eye color. The same weird shade. If it were ordinary like brown, blue or green she wouldn't give this that much thought but, obviously something was off.

Bella shrugs and sits down next to the new girl who was sitting in the back right. She shakes off her normal, black bag and turns to take out her blue notebook and her favorite ball point pen. Turning back around she noticed a pair of golden eyes staring at her.

"Hi! I'm Alice! What's your name! Oh I know we are going to just be the best of friends! That's a cute top by the way but, the black sneakers need to go." Bella becomes over whelmed as the spikey pixie continues to chant about clothes and the latest gossip on teen magazine.

"Ah um my names Bella." Alice squeals and hugs her. "That is the best name ever! Oh my gosh I love your hair! Do you style it? Would you let me? I don't mean to brag but, I can braid like a beast!" Bella smiles shyly. "Oh um no I don't, I kind of like to just keep it natural."

Alice makes a pouty face. "Oh." Bella sighs but, is suddenly relived by the door opening and the teacher finally coming in.

Bella smiles. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all!

A/N: Hi this is Musicismyweakness97 who was originally Pastalover97 with a new fanfiction. I am looking for a Beta so if you enjoy this story and are a Beta you can just message me or review. Oh and don't forget! Reviews make me write faster! Bye for now!