Lucky Number Seven
By: 7HockeyStarVampireObsessed7
Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight.
This is my second chapter story that I am writing. I would appreciate that you would give it a try. This is my version of Twilight. This is an all human story. This is also a hockey story. I am also writing this for my birthday July 10th. Yay! Another year older.
Summary: Bella has been in foster care ever since she was born. She has been moved from foster family to foster family and has never grown close to any of them. She has never had a friend before and is now moving to Forks, Washington to make a fresh start. Ice hockey is her passion and her escape from the reality that is her life. But why does she have bruises covering her body? Why does she keep where she lives a secret? Why does she have so much money for a 17 year old girl? And why does she disappear for lengths at a time? It is better than it sounds. I hope.
Chapter 1- The New Student: Girl or Boy?
BPOV (Bella's Point of View)-
I kept my head down as I sloshed through the leaves on my way to my new high school. There was a light drizzle, but I was wearing my new midnight blue sweatshirt, so the water didn't spray my face. My sweatshirt was too big for me but that was good because it covered my face so fully that no one had a hope of seeing my face unless I lowered my hood, which I had no plan of doing foe as long as I could.
My hope for starting out the school year was to blend in with the walls so no one noticed me. I didn't want to be made fun of this year or for anyone to find out my secret. If my secret was discovered, my life would be over. I just wanted to make it through school and start my life with my full time job. No worries about where I would be living, who had control over me or what would happen to me. I would make my own decisions and live my life the way I wanted to. But I also wanted to start fresh at this new high school. Even though I am starting in the middle of the year and in a place where no one would know me, I still wanted to make a friend. Even though I wanted to leave as soon as school was over.
I have never had a friend before. I was always moving to a different family and almost never had a chance to settle down. I was always the outcast. I was always the one who was picked on and bullied and was always by myself.
I have been in foster care since I was born. I have been in 15 different foster families during my seventeen years of life. The younger I was the longer I stayed with the family, but families didn't want older kids. They wanted kids who were young and cute. I had trouble being placed into foster families since I was around the age of ten because I was too old.
The only time I was not miserable was when I played ice hockey. When I am on the ice skating it feels like all my worries, doubts, and unhappiness would just melt away. It feels like I am flying and I feel I can do anything if you just give be skates and some ice to use them on. I love to shoot and do tricks with the puck. It makes me feel that I can actually accomplish something in my lonely life.
I walked through the parking lot of my new school and walked to the building that looked like the main office. As I got closer to it, I saw a sign saying, "Welcome to Forks High School! Home of the Spartans!" I pushed open the door and I felt rush of warm air envelope me from the cold outside air as I entered the office.
The secretary looked up as I entered and smiled at me, but her smile faltered a little as she took in my appearance. She must be scared of what I'm wearing. I thought internally laughing. I walked to the desk and looked her over while I waited for her to speak. She was a woman who looked to be in her fifties and had a warm, kind face. She had on a pair of old fashion glasses and a lumpy purple sweater on. I couldn't see what she wore as pants or shoes. Her name tag read Ms. Cope.
After about a minute of her just looking me over she finally spoke, "Hello dear. You must be our new student. Here is your student ID card. You need to fill out the remaining information and then sign your name." She handed me the ID card and a pen.
I looked at the card and quickly filled in my birth date and then signed it. As I wrote down my birth date I could not help but think of how I was only 17 and living in a house alone without parents, foster parents or anyone else. I kept thinking that when September 13th came I would finally be 18. And in these few months until I was free of the foster care system and my social worker could stop checking up on me I would wait. I would wait until I could make my own decisions and I would wait until I could stop hiding or trying so hard to hide my secret. I could finally make friends who would know every part of my life and would not be afraid of getting in trouble or someone making me quit. I would wait to be free.
"And I need to get a quick picture for your card, dear," Ms. Cope said. I finally noticed the small square on my ID that was there for my picture. I snapped my head up to look at her and she was holding a camera. "You are going to need to lower your hood, sweetie," she said to me softly.
I looked around me mortified that I had to reveal my face so soon. I looked out the windows and through the doorways that were in the office. As soon as I saw that no one was around I slowly lowered my hood and smiled timidly at her. Ms. Cope's face brightened up as she looked at me.
"Sweetie, you are beautiful! Why would you hide like that under that big hood? Goodness me, I thought you were a boy!"
I gave her another timid smile, "I didn't want to stick out," I spoke softly to her.
I know it probably didn't make much sense, but she just smiled at me. I gave her a smile so she could take the picture, and the flash blinded me as she took my picture. I gave her my ID card back so she could put the picture on it. She gave me my schedule and a map of the school to look over while I waited. She also gave me a slip that I needed all my teachers to sign and bring back at the end of the day. I looked at my schedule,
Period 1- American Sign Language (ASL): TCH- Ms. Sparks Rm.1
Period 2- Math: TCH- Mr. Davis Rm.4
Period 3- Language Arts: TCH Ms. Masen -Rm.7
Period 4- History: TCH Mr. Thompson -Rm.3
Period 5- Lunch
Period 6- Biology: TCH Mr. Banner -Rm.2
Period 7- Art: TCH Ms. Sullivan -Rm. 9
Period 8- Gym: TCH Coach Clapp -Gym
Before I could really look at it though I heard a bell ring.
"Oh, it looks like first period just started. I will write you a late slip so you do not get it trouble and then you can run to class. Here is your ID card. Normally, we would already have the picture on it, but since you are starting late in the school year you are going to have to work with your picture glued on. I will have another card for you by the end of the week with your picture scanned on their though. I will let you know when it is ready. Have a good day, and remember to bring your slip back with all the signatures," and with that she smiled at me and watched as I walked out of the office with my hood already up.
I looked at my schedule and then the map and then started to run to my first period class, American Sign Language with Ms. Sparks in building number one.
Thanks for reading my first chapter. I know it might be a little confusing but all answers will be answered latter on, like Bella's secret. Please review! You can ask questions in reviews if you didn't understand anything. Please give my story a chance and check out my other one Gravestone of Two Lovers. Please review.
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