Authors note ; Hey everyone. I'm really sorry about deleting the original of this story, but I didn't have a clue where I was going with it. I had it all planned out in my head but when I typed it, it didn't work well. So this I a re-write of New Life, New Me ? I have so many idea's for this story!. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and alerted the original. I hope that this story will be a good enough apology, If not SORRY!! IM REALLY SORRY !!! I hope you can forgive me. So Bella Isn't going to be a model in this story, but Its going to be awesome anyway !!
The bell rang shrilly sounding the end of class. There was loud scraping as everyone dragged their chair back to get out of their seat. Yawning widely, I slowly got to my feet shoving my books into my tatty bag. I made my way to the canteen. I don't know why I even go to the canteen, I don't exactly have any money to buy anything. I make my way to my table. Its situated away from everyone else and its beside the smelly bin. I sit here by myself, as usual. I rummage around in my bag for my apple. I inspect it before eating as I do everything I get to eat. It has a few soft brown spots but I will just eat around them. I look around the canteen. The boring walls, the glares and stares from everyone in the school. I catch sight of my reflection in the windows. I had become so unrecognisable these days. My greasy lank hair was scraped back in a messy high pony tail, permanent purple circles due to lack of sleep are around my eyes and my lips are really chapped. My clothes are really tattered, scruffy and dirty. There are holes in them from where the mice chew at them. My trainers have holes in them, I can stick my big toes out of them but I don't. Instead I tape them up with clear duck tape. This is why I get bullied by Edward Cullen. Where do I even begin to explain Edward Cullen. He is so arrogant and big headed. He wears this stupid smirk, and his green eyes stare coldly. His bronze hair is stuck up like him. He wears all this designer clothes that I can only dream of wearing. He struts around thinking he owns the place. He treats girls like shit. The girls are fake anyway, they practically throw themselves at him. Its disgusting. He has no manners whatsoever. I pause in my mind rant to see him coming towards me. Here we go…
"Hey Bella, can I sit here?" he asks. He's up to something. His eyes are glittering excitedly.
"No!" I say coldly. He acts shocked, his hand over his cold heart.
"Bella, I cam here to make a truce with you. To make friends and you wont let me sit down with you. You wont let me, Edward Cullen sit with you, Bella Swan." He sneers.
"Yup" I say popping the 'p'. He glares at me but I look away pretending I don't even know he's there.
"Bella can I tell you something? Go DIE" He spits viciously before continuing "You know, everyone's life would be so much better if you weren't here. No one likes you. We would consider ourselves blessed if you dropped dead in front of us. We would throw a party, beside your body. Your so ugly, it burns my eyes to look at you. Your mum is a dirty crack whore, who has to turn to prostitution to feed her family. Your dad is a pathetic excuse for man, who cant even hold down a job if his life depended on it. He's a useless drunk, an alcoholic." He throws the words at me. You look as though you have AIDS or some contagious disease. Your probably caught AIDS from your slut of a mum. I HATE YOU!!!" and he hurtles his bowl of custard at me, then his coca-cola. He got up and left. Everyone's laughter rang in my ears. Tears streamed down my face in pure embarrassment. I got up, grabbing my bag and ran blindly out of the canteen to the toilets. Staring at my ugly reflection I tried to get as much custard out of my hair but it was drying thick and fast. Sighing I decided to skip school and go home to was this out of my hair. Waking the long walk home Edwards voice and comments buzzed in my head. I had considered suicide before, even got as far as cutting my self but at the last minute chickened out. My mum was so furious and upset. My dad was broken. It was then I swore I would never take myself purposely from their lives. I was everything he had said, but my mother wasn't a drug addict or a prostitute. She worked several jobs to try to keep her family together but my father was a useless drunk. I would never admit this to anyone. It hurt not having a friend to confide this in, instead I poured my heart into diaries. I have over 40, all full with entries of my miserable life. I searched the plant for the spare key to let myself in. I went to the bathroom and ran the tap in the sink, rinsing my hair. I would wash it later but I was so tired. I rubbed my hair dry with a damp towel and settles onto the beaten stained couch and drifted into an uneasy sleep. In my dreams Edward was there shouting at me.
You're so ugly, fat, useless, disgusting. Die please die no one wants you!
Bbrriinnggg Bbrriinnggg Bbrriinnggg. The phone woke me from my slumber. I stumbled towards the phone.
"Hello" I mumbled down the receiver.
"Is this Isabella Swan?" a lady asked. I didn't even bother correcting her. The school calling about my skiving.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"This is Dr Frankie. I'm so sorry, but there has been a terrible accident…"
A/N So this is a short chapter. Who do you think was in the accident?!?!? What do you thinks going to happen. So I'm sorry about deleting New Life, New Me ? but I hope this story will turn out SO much better. Please review. It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed and alerted. Anyone see the New moon trailer that got shown on MTV VMA Awards!!! So Exciting. Anyone Watch Ghost Whisperer? Omg Season 5 First Episode Was AWESOMEEE !! Anyway please review !!!!
