Hello everyone! Here is a new story for you all. It has been a long time since I have written anything, so I hope you all like this one. The plot will be a bunch of twists and turns so I hope you are all ready for it! I'm hoping to post a chapter each week, if not two, so stick with me! Chapters will be kinds short for a little, but will eventually grow in length.
This is rated M for a reason! The good stuff will come later, but for now it will be Bella's potty mouth ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the Characters.
~Chapter 1 – The Past~
BPOV
Have you ever seen someone get picked on because of their body shape? Have you ever seen them be humiliated in front of their peers because their pant size is an eighteen and not a size five like some of the skinny kids in their grade? Have you ever stood up for them? Have you actually bullied them? If you have, shame on you. How would you feel if you were in their shoes, walking around, and conscious of all of the people calling you names and degrading you? Would that change anything to you? Probably not.
My name is Isabella Swan and I am a senior at Forks High School. I am the overweight girl in my class. I wear the size eighteen pants and I walk around every day being called a fat cow. I walk with my head down, not looking in the eyes of those who have humiliated me for the past twelve years. I have less than a month left in this hell hole. That's it. Then, I can escape my prison and start fresh. Move to a new town, maybe a new state. Do something good for myself. But first, I have to get through the next month.
Finals are in a week and then the following week is graduation. I am not worried about my finals, but my worry is tripping in front of all of my classmates and their families during graduation. That would be embarrassing. I should be used to the embarrassment by now since I have been picked on since I started gaining weight in seventh grade, but I can't help the traitorous blush that covers my whole face. Gosh, I hope these next two weeks go fast. With my head down, I walk briskly to my AP Calculus class. Me being the uncoordinated person I am, not only do I not see the book that I lying in the middle of the hallway, but as I am falling face-first to the hard tiled floor, I grab for something to keep me upright. I grabbed onto something soft, and pull myself upright. Looking up, I see a face I was hoping I could avoid for the next two weeks. Edward Cullen, the extremely hot baseball player, who was made to be popular, but was actually kind of a computer nerd. But, that didn't stop girls from trying to woo him into their pants. You might ask why I am trying to avoid this beautiful Adonis, right? Well, to keep it short, my secret crush on him became known to the public a couple weeks ago. I left my journal in the library one afternoon, and of course it fell into the wrong hands. The next day, there were posters of a fat cow next to Edward's senior picture with a huge 'X' through the fat cow's picture. I was teased relentlessly that day. I went home early crying my eyes out, because not only did the student body make fun of me, but so did Edward Cullen. That day as I walked the hallways, I kept getting disgusted looks from him. From that day on, I tried to avoid him at all costs… except today.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, trying to grab my backpack which had fallen off my shoulder during the trip. Edward leaned down and grabbed my back pack and handed it to me.
"Here you go," Edward said. I looked up at his face, expecting to see a disgusted look on his face from having to touch my things, but I was greeted with a kind smile. Confused, I grabbed my back pack and sidestepped him and ran off to my class. As I turned into the classroom, I looked back to see Edward staring off in the direction I ran off to. His expressions were confusing me. The Friday of finals week, I walked out of my Government final, feeling good. I was done with High School. I was done with this hell hole. All I had left was Graduation and then right after getting my diploma, I can head right for the airport and go to New York and get ready to attend NYU next fall. I honestly could not wait.
Since my last name was almost at the end of the alphabet, I was one of the last people to get my diploma. I counted down the people in front of me, wishing I could just get my diploma at a different time instead of in front of all my classmates and their parents. I could hear the screams of happiness as family members cheered on their children. I had no one to cheer me on. My father, Charlie Swan, was probably drunk at home. My mother, Renée Dwyer, had divorced my drunken father when I was eight. She moved to Florida and married someone else. I haven't seen her in two years. She was my only encourager. The only one I could go to when I was teased and picked on because of my size.
"Isabella Swan." I heard my name called over the microphone. There was the general clapping from the audience, but no over exuberant yelling from family members. As I clumsily walked across the stage to shake the principal's hand, I heard a loud, obnoxious recording. The recording made a mechanical cow noise. Everyone laughed. Tears streamed down from my eyes. Looking out in the crowd, I see the football team with the recording of the cow. They were laughing so hard. Looking towards the front, I see Edward. He is laughing with them. But, the harder I look at him, the more it looks like the laughter is being forced from him.
I grabbed the diploma and raced off the stage, thanking that I didn't trip over the many cords on stage. The laughter followed me out of the building. It followed me all the way home. I couldn't get the laughter out of my head. Sobs tore through my body as I ran home. I couldn't take it any longer. I was sick of being degraded against because of my weight. As I ran into my house, my father is passed out drunk on the couch. I raced to my room, thankful I had already packed most of my belongings into a couple suitcases. Stuffing a few more things into a carry-on bag and grabbing my ticket to New York, I call a cab to take me to Quillayute Airport. As I waited for the cab, I left Charlie a goodbye letter.
I was finally ready to move on. High School was a bitch. I needed to take control of my life and do something for myself. I wanted a good job with a good pay and I want someone who will love me for who I am. This is the first step. Leaving all of the pain behind me.
A/N: Well there is the beginning. I hope you all liked a sneak peek into Bella's past. The next chapter will be a couple years in the future. Also, this story will all be in BPOV. So, just like other authors like, please review and tell me what you think!