A/N Hello, so I've been playing around with an idea and i want to try it out. Now please don't shoot me if it sucks, after-all I did say I had been playing around, when does something like that ever go right? Consider yourselves warned. See anything you like or dislike (Although it is the first chapter and it is pretty short, so I don't know that there is much to see) please let me know. A story is meant to be enjoyed by the author and by the reader, if one isn't happy then there's a problem.
Chapter 1- I hate the teenager life
"Mooom!" I whined like a little kid from the back seat. "Do I have to do this? I mean what's the point, the school year is basically over?"
"Only this term, there's still the spring term to go." she said.
"I prefer to speak on technical terms and technically speaking, the year is almost over so why bother?" I continued.
"Well that's even better for you, you only have to get through a little bit of school and then you're done," she retorted.
"Now you're being too technical! You have to get on my level mom!" Sheesh, now I know why dad chose fishing for a hobby. If I had a wife like her, I would want some peace and quiet out on the lake as well.
"Quit being a drama queen and suck it up! Sweetie you're cute, funny, and smart, you'll be fine." she said.
"Yeah, okay, now let's take those factors and plug them into the equation that being cute doesn't get you far in high school, you can't be funny if you can't talk to people, and that teenagers nowadays don't like smart. Heck! They don't even like Smarties anymore much less the real thing."
"Sorry sweetie, you lost me at factors."
I groaned and started coming up with a plan on how to kidnap my own mother. I could use the ransom money to flee to the beach for a few days. But then I remembered something: No one would pay to get my mother back besides me.
"We're here." she said.
"How 'bout this, you let me skip school today and we go to the mall, the whole day, just you and me." I knew that there was no way she could say no to this. Everyday she would pester me about going to the mall, and every single time I would refuse to go. I really hate shopping...and being surrounded by a bunch of teenage idiots.
"Nice try, now stop being a scared 8 year old, don't act like the old 30 year old you always are, and for once just be a teenager. I can assure you everything will be fine." I sighed, stepped out of the car and into the heavy rain.
"Holy crow it's freezing out here, it must be 30 below zero! Why the heck is there still school today?! And why the heck am I wearing this," I pointed down to my thin blue blouse, skinny jeans, and leather jacket, "I should be wearing a parka, 5 pairs of gloves, and like 10 pairs of undergarments!" I exclaimed.
"Stop exaggerating, you're just not used to the cold, and you're wearing that because you chose that outfit, remember?" she answered.
"No I didn't. You made me wear this!"
"No you chose that outfit for the first day of school. I must say I was very proud to see that you have some sense of style, I was beginning to think that you inherited your father's taste."
Of course, here we go again I thought, leave it up to my mother to bring up her "great vision" at a time like this. Just because she decorated other people's home for a living, doesn't mean she had to bring it up every time I chose converse over heels.
"That was for the first day in Arizona! Not for my first day at the North Pole!"
She rolled her eyes, rolled up the window, and drove away. That left me standing alone in the middle of the school's parking lot with rain pouring down on me, and so all I needed was a Taylor Swift song to start playing and the whole movie-sadness mood would be set. I was starting to get numb due to the cold so I turned and ran to the office.
531...531... where the heck is room 531?! I've been roaming around the empty halls for about 10 minutes now and I couldn't find my 1st period. The rooms only went up to 525. I looked at my schedule and it said I had English in room...521! Oooooh that would make much more sense. I turned around and headed to the room I had passed by a couple of doors down from room 525.
I opened the door and stepped inside, the door slammed loudly behind me, oh god so many people all in one room. Of course they all turned to look at me and kept staring as if I had green hair (which my mother once tried to get me to do by dyeing it, but that's another story) and I was instantly paralyzed.
"Can I help you?" Asked an elderly woman standing at the white board.
"Umm... No, I mean yes. I'm a new student, Bella Swan."
"Ah yes Isabella, you do realize that there are 5 minutes of class left?"
"Yes well I did get here a few minutes late, and it took a while to get my schedule with the secretary gone and all, also I might've gotten a little lost," I stated.
"Yes well your seat will be next to Alice, Alice please stand up so Miss. Swan may know where to go." A short girl with spiky black hair stood up and waved over at me with a kind smile. I shyly smiled back.
"Mrs. Smith I don't think she'll be able to see Alice even while she's standing," said a blonde guy in the back, and the class erupted into snickers at the comment, except for Alice who had turned a bright shade of pink.
"You got a problem with short people Mike?" Alice asked in a tone that clearly indicated this was not the first time this type of encounter had happened.
"Not at all, they're so small that I can't see them, which is perfectly fine with me," this so-called Mike said. This guy was starting to get on my nerves. Who does he think he is to talk to someone like that?
"That is enough Mr. Newton," interjected Mrs. Smith.
"I was just trying to help out the new girl, just giving her a warning." He winked at me and I felt my breakfast slide up my throat.
"Yeah well I'd rather not be able to see her while standing than to be able see you while sitting," I said, "the view is simply so much better." His ears had flushed red at the tips.
Thankfully the bell rang before anything else could happen (typical, that meant all my effort in introducing myself and all was for nothing) and the class was dismissed. Once I was outside the classroom I took out my schedule again and saw that I had history next, but before I could put away my schedule I was shoved against the wall. Mike pinned me against the wall with his arm and leaned in close to me, "That... was not a wise move. I'm not someone you want to mess with," he said.
"I'll have you know that if there's anyone that knows what is wise, it's me. I'm just about the smartest person you will ever meet, and I suggest you don't mess with me." I really hope his animal instincts don't pick up the scent of my fear.
"Back off Mike," Alice said behind him. He leaned away from me, just far enough so he could look at her while he spoke.
"Why don't you butt out," he said.
"Are you wearing make up?" she smirked. Mike seemed to be trying to ignore the insult as best as he could, but a pale color of red was beginning to appear on his face.
"No," he answered quickly. Too quickly.
"Yeah you are, it's the same kind my mom uses. Are you trying to hide the black eye that Emmett gave you from last time you didn't back off?" she asked while trying really hard not to laugh. He gave one last glance my way and then left.
I let go of the deep breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Thanks," I breathed.
"No problem, he's always being a jerk." she answered.
"I'm Alice, by the way. Alice Cullen," she said and extended her hand out to me, I took it and told her my name.
"Oh and I just have to say, I love your outfit." she said excitedly.
"Thanks," I responded.
"You have such light complexion that I could do many great things with you. Especially with dark colors, it's really hard to find people that look good in dark colors," she said bouncing up and down with excitement.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, I thought I had escaped my mom by coming to school, but it turned out she's right here as well.
"What?" she asked.
"You should really meet my mom, you two will get along so well," I said and she laughed.
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It was lunch time and Alice was leading me to the cafeteria. I found it funny how she walked, it was more of a bounce instead of a walk. I had only known her for about 3 hours, and I'm no professional, but I think she has ADHD. She just can't sit still! She even bounces in her seat! It's like she has to keep moving at every single moment, and she seems so cheerful somehow just to be there. I'm a "nerd" and all but even I don't like coming to school, so how can one person be that excited to be here?
When we reached the cafeteria we stood in line to get our food, then as she was leading me to her table she stopped and said she forgot to get a water bottle. She told me to go to the table in the corner and that she'll be right back. I was a little uneasy but I did as she said and started walking to the table. A foot appeared out of nowhere and of course me with my slow reflexes ended face flat in my mashed potatoes.
I looked up and could hear people all around me laughing at me. I turned to see who it was that tripped me but the mashed potatoes started sliding down my face and all I could see was dark green. Two bright, dark green eyes that were staring at me. I got up and ran. I ran into the nearest bathroom and washed my face, as I had exited the cafeteria I heard Mike say "Don't mess with her, my ass." and the blush returned to my face.
If this is what the teenager life is like, then I hate the teenager life.
A/N So what'd you think? Like I said/ wrote above if you didn't like it do not harm me, just move on from the story and forget you ever read it. If that turns out to be a lot more difficult than expected I suggest you see a hypnotist. Thank you people who made it all the way down to this very last sentence.