You never know when your life could change. It could be the day you're running late for a meeting; it could be the day that you have a maths exam. All you know is that when the change happens you can either fall down to the ground and break apart or become something stronger.
I don't know if I'll be someone who breaks down or if I'll come back fighting, I didn't even know how drastically my life would change just before I turned 18.
There's always that moment when you just wake up, you've blinked a few times', done a little stretch and then you look at your clock. That's when the day tends to turn into a right shitter for me. Especially when it's 8.05 and you should be leaving the house right this second to have a hope of making it to school in time. Jumping out of the bed I ran to find the nearest clothes I could grab quickly, black skinny jeans; some burgundy shirt with some bands logo I saw once. Legging it out of my room and downstairs I rushed to find my school bag, and with the school bag came my father.
Now don't get me wrong I love my dad, but he tended to have abit of a dickhead streak in him shall we say? It's probably where I got my bad mouth and my attitude of fuck it.
"Any more lateness you know what's going to happen don't you?" my dad lifted his arm and chucked my bag at me.
"Yeah well you could have helped me out and woke me up so we didn't have to do this every bloody morning" I spat back at him. Hoisting my bag onto one shoulder I shoved my feet into the nearest trainer's I could find and ran out the door screaming some form of a goodbye to my dad.
Now I'm no great runner at all but by some miracle I managed to get to the bus stop just as a bus was appearing, sprinting onto the bus I managed to find a seat that would be my isolation for the next twenty minute journey to school. Opening my bag up I gulped as I noticed I was missing about half of my course books. Mrs Cope was surely going to embarrass me for this one.
When the bus finally made it's way to my school I jumped off and started the process of dealing with the day. Check that the resident dick-lords of the school were no-where near me and find Angela, she was surely going to have a book or two she wasn't using.
Walking the hall's and hearing the snickering that was when I finally looked at myself in a passing mirror and noticed I seemed to have forgot to put on a pair of trainers instead I seemed to be sporting two very different colours of trainers, One a nice bright white and the other one being a black trainer.
"Oh for fuck's sake, not thi-" I started to mutter until I came crashing down onto the floor.
"Watch where your standing duck, you almost messed up my hair." As soon as I heard the first word I knew who it was instantly.
Edward Cullen the bane of my life for the last 3 years. Stepping over me with some of his lackies
"Honestly you'd think with a name like swan she would look less like a fucking mess, what do you say duck? You ever going to hit puberty and grow some tits" All his friends started laughing their head's off as they too stepped over me.
Ever since he moved to this damn town it was like he was some prince. Untouchable.
"You ever going to stop sucking your mom's tit and grow your own balls?" Apparently I keep forgetting the 'don't fuck with him or he will make your life hell' memo.
Little did I know that in less then two month's I would come to need him more then I ever thought of.