Bella Doesn't Play
Briana- I have a question how are they going to make Kristen Stewart in to a vampire?
Logan-I seriously have no idea it's going to be hard.
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1. CHAPTER ONE-BELLA'S VERSION
Today just seriously isn't my day. First I'm late for school thus meaning I had to skip breakfast and am super hungry, I left my English paper at home and got an F until further notice, and to top it all off I got sent to the guidance councilor's office today. Again. Somehow these people are convinced that I have problems! I mean occasionally I might get upset and lash out but they think it happens often! Okay I admit that when someone pisses me off I transform into a crazy person but only if someone provokes me so technically it's not my fault that I lash out on people. It's the persons fault so they should be calling those people to the guidance councilor to work on their issues. But not everyone sees the world in my super awesome way. They see me as a problem even though I'm the best student this school has ever had and I'm actually polite to people! It's not like I randomly snap at peopleā¦. Well sometimes and sometimes I have good reason mostly because they say something mean to me. Well except for that one time in kindergarten when some annoying boy kept pestering with me but it turns out her didn't know much English and was trying to get me to help him.
My internal rambling was interrupted when warm arms wrapped around me in a supposedly comforting gesture. I shook the person off in irritation and finally noticed that I was outside of the guidance counselor's door and the person who hugged me was indeed the guidance counselor."I don't like to be touched' I said aggressively. The guidance counselor whose name tag read Esme Cullen smiled warmly at me as I analyzed her. She looked like a business woman but also a hippy. Her face was gorgeous and I could tell she wasn't the actual guidance counselor when I stepped cautiously into the room. Everything was so dreary and plain it was obvious why anyone who stepped into the room would have problems. The four walls all stared back at me with a blank intensity and when I looked down I saw the desk practically bare except for a few stray papers. The chairs I was supposed to sit in looked extremely uncomfortable and my suspicions were proved true when she began to speak.
"Hello you must be Bella!," I nodded uneasily at her perkiness " Well my name is Dr. Esme Cullen and I understand that you were sent to me because of multiple outburst and the suspicion of physiological problems from your teachers and quite a few of you fellow student members." she paused her outburst long enough to take a short breath and glance down at the papers where she got this information from.
" Listen Isabella I know that you think your misunderstood and that you have problems with your anger but you can't always just go on a raging rampage when you get a little ticked off so I think that you should attend a..." after that I completely tuned her voice out.
After a while I guess she finally noticed I wasn't paying attention and didn't give a crap but I really still don't care. I mean seriously how are you going to deliberately force someone into something they hate because the last thing I want or need is to be in a class full of people with actual problems, people who are total loser and just want to pretend they have problems so they can be in a club, and finally people like me who don't want it or need it.
"Isabella you really need to focus on a better outlet when dealing with this anger. We have lots of brilliant anger management classes and-,"
"No! There is no way that I'm going to a class with a bunch of judgmental people! I don't have a problem it's just I don't like being run over and I will stand up for myself even if the only way to do that is by fighting. I don't accept bullying and you frankly are starting to piss me off so I think I'm going to dismiss myself." I said interrupting the woman mid sentence already starting to pack my things. I was trying to be polite because I didn't know this lady and even though she technically didn't make me mad I still am pissed at her...it's always good to blame someone.
"Isabella you can't leave." she called after me in a mocking tone almost as if she expected this to happen, which she probably did.
"Look lady I can do whatever the hell I feel like because I was informed that if I wanted to leave firstly and secondly my name is Bella not Isabella dammit!" I shouted and noticing the woman's eyes widening I began to back out of the room.
"I'm so sorry I just don't like being called that. But they told me I could leave if I felt uncomfortable and I do so I'm going to go." I said with an apologetic smile. I turned and was just outside of the door but before I could fully walk out of the door the woman grabbed onto my arm with an iron grip.
"Listen to me! I can sense something about you and all I'm saying is that one day you'll go out of control and you will regret it." She hissed at me. I yanked my arm out of her grasp and with a finale sneer from me and intense gaze from her I quickly rushed down the hallway trying to high tail it out of there.
Just as I leaned in to inspect the arm she bruised. I heard running footsteps coming my way but couldn't see who the person was so I shook it off. "Probably some stupid jocks" I mumbled to angry with the guidance councilor to think about anything else. Now that I look back on it I wish I had.
