The last thing I remembered was a fist and then I blacked out. My name is Bella Swan and I had been abused for 4 years now. My parents, Charlie and Renee had died in a plane accident when I was 10, then I'd lived with Uncle Phil until I was 13, that was when he decided that's much as he cared for me, his job was too dangerous and if he left me, I'd be all alone in the world and its was easier for me to go live with a foster family, seeing my uncle every now and then. Wrong! I would have traded anything for that mourning again, if it meant to get me as far away from Charlie (ironically the same name as my father) as possible, but that would never happen, and since poor Uncle Phil had passed two months ago in a car accident (tight, right?) there was no way of escaping this hell hole, non at all. And even while he was still breathing, I was threatened that if I told a soul, I'd regret it, and I believed Charlie, he was pure evil and now I was forced to start Forks high school, so nobody would suspect anything. We lived in Phoenix for a while, but Charlie already had a house here, and decided to move back. He used to have a wife, but she mysteriously disappeared... Nobody really knew Charlie around here, to be honest; he might as well have been a newbie to this town. Like I was...
"Bella, get down here now!" Ah crap, what have I done now? I thought to myself, jumping down the steps, not wanting to play with that his patience. Once I was in front off him, cowering slightly, his hand flying up, so I stood, waiting for the impact that never came. Instead, his hand grabbed my chin, forcefully thrusting my head in all directions, examining my face. Then he let go and pointed to the door, meaning get the hell out of hear I'll see you when you get home. I scurried out of the door, pulling my hoodie up over my face and ran to my truck, a gift from Uncle Phil. I soon found my way to the school, and a parking space, as far away from the others as possible. I made my way to the office, dodging the kids that had just ran past me, and keeping my balance, wincing slightly at the two week old wound on my leg, it bruised up quite a bit, leaving me lame for a few days, Charlie wasn't impressed.
In the office sat a women in her 50's looking like she was struggling handling the computer, looked up through her big glasses and gave me a smile, something I haven't seen in a while, I smiled back, playing with the muscles in my face that had long been forgotten. We talked for a while and she gave me my timetable and some slips saying: "remember dear, to bring them back at the end of the day all signed please, thank you" then I left, heading towards my first class, dodging anyone who looked like they wanted to "introduced themselves"
I finally made it alive to class, handing the teacher one of the slips and disappearing quickly into one of the spare seats, that was what I was good at, being seen but not heard; it was the only way I'd survived these last four years. The teacher introduced me, shining the light, ON me, something I hated, and attention...
The day passed fairly quickly and Lunch was soon upon me. I'd dodged everyone for the past few hours, as difficult as it had been, but now it was inevitable, I was surrounded in a room full of people. I'd just sat down at a table, slightly wincing with my leg as one girl sat down opposite me, smiling briefly."Hi, I'm Angela, Angela Webber." She said her voice full of sincere kind nice. Maybe I could have a friend, at least one. I deserved that much, didn't I?
"Hi, I'm Bella Swan, just moved here, as you probably already know, like everyone else here..."My voice slowly faded, not used to making conversation, let alone speaking.
"Well, it's nice to meet you. Must be hard being the new girl, everyone staring at you, must be annoying as well."
"Yeah, it's not... the best feeling being watched all the time, hehe."
"I guess doing it alone can be a bit of a bummer, but now you've got me as a friend too help you, if you want to be friends that is, I didn't..."
"No, no, of course, I'd love to have some company" that wouldn't beat me up... I thought sullenly.
Angela and I talked for a good while, going other everyone in the room, the popular guys: Jessica, Mike, Taylor... the people less popular, like us. It was ace to talk to someone who would actually listen, or anyone to speak to in general, Charlie wasn't a very talkative person... Angela her self was friends with the popular guys, she was quite popular herself, but she preferred to be ignored at times and she said that I looked like I needed someone to talk to and help around the school. Seems like she was VERY helpful around school, always with the fundraisers and stuff like that, normal stuff, I smiled weakly as I wished that I could do normal things, like have friends and hang round with them. I was staring around the cafeteria when five people caught my eye...