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Chapter One
Just an Ordinary Day
Bella's pov
I woke up once again doubling up in extreme pain. I got up out of bed, and once I was satisfied Charlie was gone, I took a quick shower, the heat just hurting me more. I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I had dark splotches littered all over my body. Charlie hadn't gone easy on me last night. At least all of my bones were still in tact this time.
I walked to my room, closing the door out of habit, though no one was home. I put on a dark shirt, a loose sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans that I was swimming in. I knew I was running late for school, so I skipped breakfast once again and started walking to school.
I had been assigned to a new biology class; my old one was too easy for me, so the school bumped me up to an advanced version. "Oh great, that's just what I need, more work to do." I was assigned to sit with the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. We were the only ones at our table, but when I sat down next to him, he got up and went to the farthest chair away from me. The he turned and stared back at me a hateful look in his eyes.
"Figures, he's just another person to hate me."
Once again I didn't have money for lunch and Charlie would just beat me harder if he knew I had taken food from the house. I went outside in the parking lot just like every other day on this stupid earth. I sat there on the ground, waiting until lunch was over. Thankfully nobody came out and asked why I wasn't eating again.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I walked home for what seemed like the millionth time. I walked all four miles. No one even bothered to ask me why anymore.
When I got home I did my homework, rushing through it as fast as possible. Then, I made Charlie's dinner and went upstairs waiting for the monster himself to come home.
Soon enough I heard the cruiser pull up. He walked in slamming the door behind him.
"Where the hell is my dinner" he screamed at me. I pulled it out of the oven, put it on a plate and gave it to him, then ran back up to my room. I knew he would be drunk soon enough.
Twenty minutes later he screamed my name "BELLA, get your lazy butt down here this instant" His words were slurred and I knew he was drunk. When I went down he shoved me into a wall asking what to so long. When I didn't answer he kicked me in the ribs. It hurt so badly I passed out when I woke up it was dark out and Charlie was asleep in his recliner. I couldn't move my arm; I think he broke it again. This time it hurt so badly I figured I should get it checked out. I only allowed myself to go to the hospital on rare occasions, but this seemed like one of them. My arm felt like it had been torn out of my body. I think he may have shattered it.
I knew I couldn't go until the morning, at least now I had an excuse to skip biology so I didn't have to see that guy again. Edward something was his name. I think it started with C.
As I drifted off to sleep I knew I had to come up with an excuse of how I broke my arm, before I got to the doctor's office. I cried myself to sleep again.
Yep, it was just an ordinary day in my life.
Should I continue?