A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic. Hope you like it, R&R

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Story: A Life Change

Rating: T

Reason: Questionable Words

Summary: Bella is popular. Bella is pretty. Bella…well, Bella has the perfect life. But when one of her teachers accuses her of wagging, her mother overreacts and sends her off to be with her father, Charlie, in Forks. With a long-distance relationship, and a crush on someone who is not her boyfriend, can Bella keep it all together? All Human.

-Bella-

Life was amazing. For me, at least. Every now and then, my mind slipped to those less fortunate, but little could stop my happiness now.

I had the perfect group of friends, perfect grades, the perfect body, the perfect look, and the perfect boyfriend.

My life was as perfect as it could be.

I was happy. In that state of mind, at least.

'Bella!' my mother called from downstairs, her childish voice ringing with a musical undertone. 'Breakfast's ready.'

I gasped, as the smell of bacon reached my room – mum, and cooking put together couldn't be good – and quickly changed. I pulled on a figure hugging tight black shirt with hot pink writing across the front. I agreed with the shirt.

Why cant I have everything?

It cut off in the middle of my torso, and showed off my belly button ring. It was silver and diamond, and hung beautifully. The tattoo on my back was visible too; the intricate design of a blue butterfly, and perfect natural balance.

I laughed, and slid my legs into an extra, extra small pair of jeans with too much ease. The outfit accentuated my practically illegal curves, but kept my naturally flat, toned stomach from looking fat. I added a pair of black Jimmy Choos, and ran a straightening iron through my hair.

Perfect.

I laughed – my happy, musical laugh, and ran down the stairs, amazed to not find fire. And then I realized – Phil was cooking.

'Hey, Phil,' I said quickly. He looked at me and smiled.

'Morning beautiful. Want some eggs?'

I nodded, as he put some on my plate. I never felt like meats in the morning – too fatty. Mum didn't bother to say hi, good morning, or even goodbye.

I ate quickly, and hitched up my country road bag – so in right now. I pulled it onto my shoulder, and slipped out of the house.

At first, I was barely able to walk two feet in these heels, but now, I could run a marathon. Not that I needed to; my black Porsche was waiting for me in the driveway.

Ah, the bribes step parents give you to make you accept them.

The drive to school was short, especially going forty over the speed limit, but it didn't bug me one bit.

I pulled into the staff parking lot of Broadbeach High, and parked my car. They wouldn't notice, and if they did, they wouldn't do anything. Phil had, after all, donated a new wing to the library.

I smiled to myself again, and stepped out of my car, already being flocked by all the other seventeen year old girls.

'Bella!' They called. I turned to a voice I recognized, and pulled her out of the crowd.

'Ok, what happened yesterday?' I asked curiously. I needed to know all the gossip, and Laura was my guide. Our friend Tara was on my other side and the other girls knew not to follow. We went over to the bathrooms, to find a girl sobbing.

'You,' Tara called coldly. 'Out.'

I would have protested, but I didn't bother – the girl was already gone.

We stood there, chatting about the day of school I'd missed – or rather, skipped.

It wasn't like I was bad, but Jake wanted to spend a day out at his dad's resort on an island off Broadbeach, and I wasn't one to refuse. We had snorkelled; scuba dived, and had heaps of fun. Sure, he wanted to get a room, but I told him I still wasn't ready. Not yet. Maybe…maybe in time for prom.

I flicked my dark hair over my shoulder, and my chocolate brown eyes gazed at them innocently. I profiled my friends quickly, as Laura tried to remember the day's events.

She had dark, purple-y red, mahogany brown hair, and was tall. She was fit, and curvy, but Tara was more so. She was blonde, a little shorter than Laura, with a tiny waist, huge chest and the shortest of miniskirts. But they were both – deep, deep down – really sweet people.

Of course, the school had called my mum last night, and our conversation afterwards went something like this:

Renee: Bella, you were truanting! How could you?!

Me: I'm sorry?

Renee: What do you mean, you're sorry?

Me: Exactly That.

Renee: Well, miss, I don't believe sorry will really cut it.

Me: But I am.

Renee: Bella…your…obsession…with Jake is proving to be too much.

Me: Obsession?!

Renee: Oh, it's not like you don't know it.

Me:I'm not obsessed mum. You and Phil, when you started dating – that's obsessive. I love Jacob with all my heart. I'm not obsessed.

Renee: Bella, what do you expect to happen?

Me: Jake…he's going to marry me.

Renee: Cruel Laughter

Me: Angry Glare

Renee: Bella. You have nothing more to say to me. One more time, and you're going to live with your father.

Me: Confused, then Horrified, then Hateful stares. You're right. I don't have anything more to say to you. Except…except that I HATE you.

It really was funnier than it seemed.

I was, of course, horrified.

I felt my phone buzz from inside my jeans. I pulled it out, and read the text.

Hey, sexy.

Listen up; I just got to the school. Come and meet me behind the geography block. Kay?

Ily

Jake

I let my friends know, and rushed out, almost running to the geography block. I slid to the back and found Jake waiting.

'Hey baby,' he said sweetly. He was…gorgeous. I leaned up to kiss him, and he returned it passionately. He sat me down on the ledge, and stood in front of me.

'How was your evening?'

'Not great. Mum threatened to send me off to live with dad. That is, if she catches me wagging again.'

'Ah, but the keyword there is catches.' I smiled and nodded. I heard the bell ring, and ignored it. I kissed him again.

'I missed you,' I whispered, between kisses. It had only been a night, but I missed him no matter what.

'Missed.' Kiss. 'You.' Kiss. 'Too.' Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

'Baby,' I said, pulling away. 'I got to get to class.'

'Kay, hon.' He kissed me again, and then let me go. I sprinted to my English room, anxious about my speech on "Jack the Ripper."

Everyone was in class, so I was rushing. I tripped on the stairs in a daze, hearing a little crack in my ankle.

'Ouch!' I cried in pain, but I was sure no-one could hear me.

I pulled myself up the rest of the stairs, and lay at the top of them, rubbing my sore ankle. I couldn't feel a break or a fracture – I must've cracked it like people cracked their knuckles. I applied a little pressure, surprised to find that the pain was almost gone, and stood up. I limped to my classroom, my hand on the doorknob.

'Ooh. Isabella Swan.'

I knew that voice.

'Hi, Mr. Chadley.'

'Truanting, are we?'

'No, actually, I fell on the stairs—'

'Excuses, excuses. My office, Bella,' he said flatly. I glared.

'Is there a problem?' asked a new voice. Jake. His arms sneaked around my waist from behind. Why had I been caught by the one teacher who cared? So he asked my mom out and she said no, big deal! Well, technically, she said yes, dated him for three years then dumped him the night he was going to propose, but still.

'Yes,' Mr. Chadley said. Jake was big, and Mr. Chadley wouldn't dare go against him. 'Bella here was wagging.'

'So was I.'

'But this is twice in a row for her.'

'For me, too—' I elbowed Jake.

'Shut up,' I muttered. I whispered into his ear. 'Don't worry, I love you. It'll be fine.'

'You too. I'll always be with you, no matter what happens. If you leave, Bella, I'll follow you.'

Of course. Mum's threat. She wouldn't go through with it, would she? I knew that Jake couldn't follow me. His mum was gone, and his dad was in a wheelchair – he had to take gare of Billy.

I groaned, and followed Mr. Chadley, limping. In his office, I explained, but he cut me off, saying he needed to make a phone call. When he was done, he came back into the office.

'Your mother is on her way. Wait in the foyer, please.'

And I did. My head hidden, I didn't see who walked in.

'Well. Bella. How are we today?'

I sighed. Leah.

'Hey, Leah.'

'Caught having sex with your boyfriend on the school grounds again?'

'No,' I whispered. 'I truly am sorry, because now I don't know what to say when you need comforting about getting caught with Hadley Peyton,' I said the name with a reverence, 'out in the parking lot. That is why you're here, after all, right?'

I looked up to glare at her. Her dark red hair, anorexic figure, and train-wreck face. She just screamed slut.

I laughed.

She sneered.

'Oh whatever. Everyone knows that you and Jake only happened because he made a bet with his mates that he would take your virginity.'

That stung.

'No. Jake loves me. And seriously, it's not my fault some "probably-full-of-STD-bitch" is obsessed with him, and fawns over his every move.'

'I only have HPV and Genital Herpes,' she slipped out.

I started laughing my head off.

And then my face was colliding with her fist. It didn't hurt – she was a weak anorexic slut.

I sat there, not wanting to get in more trouble.

She slapped me.

'Fight back, slut. Jake doesn't like cowards.'

That did it. I couldn't just sit there.

I jumped up, grabbed her collar, and pushed my knee up, into her stomach. She cried out in pain. I grabbed her right arm, and twisted it over her head, pinning her down. I barely noticed the crowd outside the main door, watching us through the windows and chanting, 'Fight, fight, fight!'

Both Mr. Chadley's door and the office's main door swung open at the same time.

'ISABELLA SWAN!'

I gulped. I knew those voices.

A/N: So, what'd'ya think?

I have to thank a couple of people.

I'd like to thank my Beta (add.boyz.girl - aka, Clare) who is also my super awesome friend. Check out her account :P

I was thinking - I'd love to give you a little insight into my next story, which I'll start posting soon. Just quickly;

Clare: So, how's your story going?

Me: Good. I've sort of thought of an idea for a new one, too.

Clare: What's it about?

Me: Well...I was thinking...a story where Bella gets into Dartmouth on her own - I know, amazing - but she's a last minute acceptance. When she gets there, she finds that she and three other girls have been put into a three person dorm -- and guess what? There's no other place she can stay. So she has to move into the boys dorm...and you'll never guess who's in her room?! Jake...and Edward...who happen to be best friends...and BOTH fall for Bella.

Clare: Oh, my, Carlisle. We totally have to co-write it.

Me: Sure!

Clare: We'll make them do the craziest things to get her...

Me: Smirk

Clare: Dude...you are one smart cookie. Evil look crosses over Clare's face... Now what shall we make them do to get her…?