A/n: Well hello again, I don't have a storyline yet one hundred percent but I think I'm going to base it on some things that have happened in my life but obviously exaggerate it a lot. This is an All Human story and we will take it from there.

Hope you like the first little snippet.

BPOV

For years and years I had tried to fit in but nothing seemed to fit me right. It was like trying to squeeze a pair of size six feet into a pair of size four shoes, it was impossible. So recently I stopped searching for all the pairs of size four shoes to cram my feet into and began to browse the larger sizes, bigger than my own, a seven or an eight. At least that way I knew I had room for improvement and space to breathe, not like trying to fit in somewhere your not welcome, where you'd have too many things to do and to fit in.

Being Isabella Swan and trying to make friends with the 'popular' people wasn't easy. I wasn't overly into making myself so drunk that I needed to be hospitalised or giving out blowjobs to random guys in order to gain social status. No that was not me and that was why I was fifteen years old and had never been kissed.

It's not that I didn't want to be kissed, or held, or loved by someone other than my family and my sort of friends. It was finding the person that wanted to love me back the way I loved them. I'll admit, I had one boyfriend and his name was Mike Newton. We went out when we were five years old, he proposed to me the first day we began 'dating', it never lasted a week. But now I was ready for a man in my life but not wanting to change myself into a Barbie doll in doing so.

I wasn't gothic or emotional but I did love the colour black. Basically because it went with everything. I pulled on my black skinny jeans and band tee to go to school in, grabbing my fringed blue bag on the way out the door. I walked across a couple of streets and arrived in school where I would meet my friend Jessica.

"Hey Bells, nice shirt." She raised an eyebrow but then tried to hide her disgust.

"Thanks." I smiled, brushing it off. My braces glinted in the sun.

Yes, I was a typical geeky girl that guys didn't want to date. I wasn't an air head I actually did well in most of my classes but when I couldn't be bothered I skipped and chilled like other people. I have never smoked a cigarette, purely because I'm scared to embarrass myself. I have drunk alcohol but everyone has drunk it at some point, however I think Jessica and I may be the only girl's that have never been drunk. My braces had been on since I was twelve years of age but I didn't have glasses, I was thankful for that.

Jessica had a very unique and individual style however by looks she was much more pretty than me. Guys didn't notice her because we were nobodies. Our faces weren't plastered in make-up, my hair wasn't tangled with hair spray and I didn't wear a sign that said "Free Fucks" around my neck. Nobodies.

"Seen any cute guys this weekend?" Was she seriously asking me this question?

I just gave her the look that told her to be sensible, "What do you think Jess? I was stuck at my father's watching re-runs of tv dramas and soccer games. No hot guys to be found there."

"Sorry, I forgot." She seemed to be waiting for me to ask her if she'd seen an cute guys back but quite frankly I didn't want to start this conversation again, so I avoided it.

A few moments passed, we were mulling over thoughts in our heads, waiting to hear what each other was going to say next.

"Umm…" She began, quietly beginning a new conversation, "Did you do the math homework that was due for today?"

"Shit! No! Jess, what the fuck? You're supposed to message me about these things, you know I forget."

"Yeah well I took a chance and thought for once in you're life you'd actually remember to do the work."

"Never take chances with me Jess, EVER!"

"Right, well you'd better hurry." She told me as I scrambled through my bag, I looked up to see what she was going to say, "It's due second lesson."

"Fuck." I muttered, my brow creased deeply. I flipped through my maths book, "What page?"

"Eighty nine."

I looked over page eighty nine, lots of algebraic formulae was in the centre around it lines upon lines of question that were begging to be answered. There was no way I would have this done for second lesson and there was no way I was getting detention, no, I would not have a mark on my squeaky clean record.

"Jess." I smiled sweetly, almost singing her name to her.

"What?" She said in the same sickly tone.

"Can I pretty please with a cherry on top borrow you're notebook to copy the answers?"

She looked at me reluctantly for a few seconds before registering the pleading look on my face and scrambling around in her back for the notebook. She anded it to me and it landed was a large thud in my hands, my smile broadened.

"Thanks, you are a star! I owe you!"

"You say that every time, Bella." She rolled her eyes as I ran off to the ladies room.

Geeky, check. Boyfriendless, check. Lonely, check. A pain, check. Unpopular, check.

Great. Life was normal.

A/n: That's a little intro to my story, review please!