Bella woke up on November 13 feeling excited and nervous. Today was the day she began her new life as a Forks Spartan. She attended an elite private school in Phoenix, so she had no idea what to expect going into a public school.
"It's not going to be any different," Bella said to herself while washing her booty out in the shower. "School is school, and everyone is there for the same reason: to learn."
Bella quickly dried off, and then she got dressed, brushed her teeth, and headed downstairs. She grabbed a bagel, smeared some cream cheese on it, and threw it in the garbage. "I think I'll visit McDonalds instead. That way I have something hearty on my stomach.
When she arrived at the drive-thru, Bella ordered a bacon egg and cheese biscuit combo with a Hi-C. She ate it in her old af truck while she thought about how much fun the people at her old private school would have picking on her because of her truck. Since she was going to public school, she thought there may be someone with an older car.
Bella pulled up to the school. She turned off the engine and was immediately frightened.
"THIS THE FIFTEENTH MOTHERFUCKIN TIME I DONE CALLED AND LEFT YO ASS MESSAGES. I DONE TEXT YO BITCH ASS, AND YOU AIN'T RESPONDED TO NOTHIN. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU DOIN? WHO THE FUCK IS YO OUT THERE WITH? YOU THINK I'M STUPID? MY GIRLS ALREADY DONE PUT ME UP ON YO ASS TODAY. WHEN YOU GET HERE, I GOT SOME NEWS FOR YO BITCH ASS."
Bella peaked out her window to see a scantily dressed girl walking away from the vicinity of her truck. "That was weird," she thought. She went into the building. Her eyes immediately turned to the sign that said "CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF 1997." Seeing that it is 2016, she found it odd. "I guess they just had a reunion? It's odd to have it on an off year."
Just at that point, a wild heard of students walked by screaming "betcha can't whip like me, can't fetty wap like me..."
Bella rolled her eyes and headed into the office. "I'm a new student, and I need to be enrolled." A student was sitting behind the desk, texting. It was that girl from the parking lot. Without looking up, the girl handed her a stack of papers. Bella quickly filled them out. The guidance counselor called for her.
The guidance counselor looked tired, not like she hadn't slept well, but how she regretted her life choices. "Okay, let's take you to your classes," she said standing. Bella stood and walked out with her.