Hey, guys...

Alright, well, I'm actually very nervous with this one , since I'm pretty much about to write my own experiences here. And it's terrifying. But It'd be better to get it out.

I guess I'll start.

I trotted through the meadows, exploring, observing,watching. blue Orchids were dancing upon the grass in the gentle winds, and the smell of sweet moss filled my nose. I felt along the bark of the swaying willows,in curiosity and wonder. Everything was so vivid, so pure, it almost scared me.

But I couldn't feel scared. I only felt peace in this blissful place. I never wanted to leave here. I wanted to stay forev-

"Bella! Bella, dear, wake up!"

My eyes shot open, and I was immediately disturbed. I knew it was Monday, and I had to get ready for Hell.

School. I meant school.

"Bells, come on! Don't want to be late!"

"I'm up!," I grumbled, sliding out of bed and walking into the bathroom. I closed and locked the door, about to take shower, until I remembered I had already taken one before bed last night, so I just brushed the tangles out of my hair and headed down stairs.

"Good morning, Bells. I'm making breakfast," Charlie greeted, flipping a spatula around in a pan. I nodded, too tired to really say anything, and sat down at the table.

I really dreaded school, almost as much as I dreaded the bus. The thought of stepping into a capsule filled with staring people and noise made me shiver.

"Alright, it's done. Come get some if you want." Charlie grabbed a couple bowls and handed one to me.

As I got closer to the stove, I could smell an overwhelming aroma that made my stomach churn. He had diced and cooked up a pan of potatoes. I had lost my appetite, watching the grease shine off the thin potato skin, and stepped out of the kitchen, trying to catch a breath of unspoiled air.

Deciding to skip breakfast, I headed back up stairs to get dressed and brush my teeth. When I was ready for prison, I said goodbye to Charlie and waited out on the porch for the bus.

I held my breath as the large yellow vehicle turned the corner and stopped at the front of my house. I stepped on, nervously looking at my feet as I walked toward the center of the bus, feeling multiple sets of eyes on me. The driver became impatient, and pushed the gas, starting driving again. I flung forward, my shoulder bumping into someone as I tried to catch my balance.

"Sorry." My voice broke as I whispered, avoiding the boy's angry glare, and sat down in an empty seat. I kept my head down, not wanting to accidentally meet eyes with someone. I breathed slowly, grasping my bag as tight as I could, waiting. The yells and thunder of profanity rang in my ears, and the different smells of hair gel and body spray burned my nostrils. I would hear my name every now and then, and without thought, tried to tune it out, knowing it was about my lack of talking and clumsiness.

It was a very uncomfortable ride. A place I endured everyday.

I had no choice.

Okay, that's all for now. Sorry if it isn't that great, I tried, really :)

I'll be writing more soon. Hope you enjoyed