Hi, my name is Bella Swan. I just turned 17, and I'm in the 11th grade, at Forks high school. I have long Brown hair and brown eyes. I'm slender. I have many different types of friends. I'm not miss popular, but I'm not an antisocial either. I have nine periods in my regular school day. I have a mom and a dad that barely live in the same country, and a step dad I'm not too fond of. I live with my real dad, Charlie in a no place, almost non existent town, I am Single, and I'm dieing.
About six months the doctors found a tumor near my heart. They can't take it out because it is too close to my heart. It is now the size of a golf ball. I have asked my mom not to tell anyone. I haven't told anyone, and the only people in my school that knows is me, my older brother Emmett, my administrator, and the school nurses. I have an estimated year and a half until it reaches my heart. And I want to live it to my best ability. No pity, no sympathy, and no tears. I don't want special treatment in P.E., or an extra ice cream in lunch. I just wanted to be me. The girl that guys don't crowd around, but do take a little notice. I Just wanted to be...normal.
I walked into the art room right as the one minute bell rang. I walked to the table in the farthest left corner of the room and sat down in my assigned seat. I dumped my bag down with a thud and walked over to get my painting supplies. I headed back to my seat and began to work on my painting. It was a picture of a desert landscape. It was coming out nicely.
They day went zooming by, I have a lot of fun with my friends in my first three periods. And then it happened.