I don't own Mean Girls, and I don't own Twilight. This is just mostly for fun, because I kept imagining Edward as Regina George while watching Mean Girls. First few chapters are mostly Mean Girls story/dialogues, but we'll be changing the middle to end a little bit (so Edward and Bella can end up with each other, right?). I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Most credits go to the scriptwriter of Mean girls. And SM for the characters. P.S. No cheesiness here. P.P.S I underlined lines (mostly Bella's POVs) originally in the movie.

Mean Boys

Chapter 1 – Miss Africa

"This is your lunch, OK? Now, I put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that." My dad smiled.

"You remember your phone number? I wrote it down for you, just in case. Put it in your pocket, I don't want you to lose it." My mom rambled quickly, tears building up on her eyes. She took a deep breath. "OK? You ready?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so." I tried to smile at my mom, who was beginning to sob at this point.

My mom, Renee, put an arm around my waist as we both turned to my dad, Charlie, who was holding a small camera. "It's Bella's big day!" He exclaimed as he took our picture.

I guess it's natural for parents to cry on their kid's first day of school. But, you know, this usually happens when the kid is five. I'm sixteen, and until today, I was home-schooled. I know what you're thinking. Home-schooled kids are freaks. Or that we're weirdly religious or something. But my family's totally normal. Except for the fact that my mom was a travelling photojournalist and the two of us spent the last few years in Africa, and that my parents were divorced and lived in two different towns. Mom lives in Seattle, an hour's drive from where me and my dad were, in dreary Forks.

I had a great life. But then my mom got remarried to Phil, and then she was offered tenure at a major company in Seattle, so she realized this might be time for me to spend some teenage normalcy with her and dad. I chose to live with Charlie in Forks to give my mom (and Phil) a break. So basically, it was goodbye Africa and hello high school.

Forks was nice enough. In a population of three thousand, you'd think you'll have very little chances of arriving unnoticed, and that's why I prepped myself to be the new meat. I hated the attention, but I was desperate to fit in from the first day.

My mom went by Forks to see me off on my first day, since this is the first in sixteen years that we'll be separated. Charlie drove me to school in his cruiser – which did nothing good on my part as I tried blending in without scrutiny. I think I just about swallowed a fistful of spit as I made my way into the halls, into my classroom, and squared my shoulders to talk to one of my new classmates.

"Hi," I began shyly. She was a tall girl – a jock. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me with curiosity and open hostility. "I don't know if you've heard about me. I'm a new student here – Bella Swan."

"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass." She all but snarled at me. I was confounded; did I say anything stupid?

I scanned the room hopefully for a good seat somewhere. I was vaguely aware of two girls watching me, curiosity also adorning their – I can't help but notice – beautiful faces. The bell rang, and I came up with nil. I wasn't aware that I was still by the door when suddenly; I tripped on my own laces and slammed into somebody.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry!" I looked behind me only to see a young woman with mousy brown hair and horn-rimmed glasses anxiously wiping at her sweater. I'd spilled coffee all over her shirt. Great. Of all the people I can temporarily incapacitate, it had to be my teacher.

"It's not you. I'm bad luck." She began pulling off her sweater, facing the doorway, when suddenly a male voice called from said doorway.

"Ms. Norbury?"

She stopped mid-pull. I heard a grumbled sigh. "My T-shirt's stuck to my sweater, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I answered nervously.

"Fantastic."

"Is everything all right in here?" The male voice, taking on the form of the principal Mr. Duvall, who looked at Ms. Norbury in ways that I wouldn't appreciate if I was currently in her…predicament. I backed up some and folded into myself and considered blending in with the wall behind me.

"Oh, yeah." Ms. Norbury answered. They continued to discuss in low tones, Ms. Norbury furrowing her brow once in a while. Then Mr. Duvall turned to the class. "Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Africa." A chorus of oooohs followed his speech.

"Her name is Isabella Swan, Isabella, where are you?"

I raised a hand tentatively. "It's…Bella. That's me."

"Ah." Mr. Duvall smiled at me. "Welcome to Forks High, Ms. Swan, and good luck on your first day."