The early morning sun shines brightly through my thin curtains, making me groan tiredly and throw a pillow across my face in an attempt to protect my eyes. It doesn't work. Throwing the pillow across the room, I moodily glance at the clock.

7:34am

Three hours is enough sleep to run a full school day on, right? Chuck in a few diet Cokes and I should be okay.
Climbing out of my comfy bed all my muscles protest but I ignore them. I can't get away with another sicky. For one, my dad won't even believe I'm sick again and I doubt the school will either. I'll be dragged up to the doctors to get checked out before I can blink.

I don't like the doctors.
I think everyone I know says the same thing, but I really, really don't like the doctors. They prod and poke and examine every inch of your body and I am not comfortable with that. It's my body, not their's for show.

It's a miracle I can even persuade Charlie not to take me up there when I fake being ill. What can I say - it's my puppy eyes. They get me out of trouble.

8:01am

I hate walking to school.
It's not so much the walking, rather than the horrible Winter breeze that relentlessly chills you to the bone before you've even step foot out of your door. I like to wrap up for school.

There's the nasty orange bimbos that insist on turning up to school as if they were going to a nightclub. Short skirts and sleeveless tops in Winter. Don't even get me started on Summer. When the sun comes out they take it as an excuse to turn up practically in their bikinis. Seriously. Last year Tanya Denali decided on her swimwear and shorts as the temperature was 'pushing 100'. Hah, as if. It wasn't even in the thirties that day.

Laughter breaks me away from my thoughts.
"Bella, hun, it's not even that cold today. Why are you wearing your thick jumper?"

It's Alice. Her laughter isn't harsh and her comments aren't either. She's sincerely asking me why I'm wearing a long sleeved jumper on a warm-ish day.

I smile at her as she joins me by my side. "I'm freezing," I tell her.
It's not a lie - I am legitemetly freezing my ass off.

She shakes her head, her pretty silver earrings following the movement. She looks nice today. Skinny jeans and a vest top. I wish I could wear that.
"How's Jasper?" I ask her before she can comment any further.

A wide grin takes over her face before she squeals excitedly. "Oh my God, Bella! He's the most charming, handsome, funny guy I've ever met!"

I grin slyly. "You said that about Alec too, last year."

She rolls her eyes. "He turned out to be an absoleute knob but whatever. Jasper's amazing!"

If I had a drink, I would have spluttered it everywhere. "He's a what?"

Alice looks at me, puzzled, before realisation flashes through her eyes. "Oh! A knob!" she grins sweetly, "My cousin Edward is living with us for a while, and he's from England. He says it a lot."

Oh. Right. Edward from England, I remember her telling me about him. Apparantley he's gorgeous, mouthy, cocky and an all around bad guy. Having been kicked out of the last 3 schools he went to over the last year, his parents want to teach him a lesson and have sent him across the globe to a different country in order to sort him out.

"Has he given your parents a heart attack yet?" I tease, knowing just how strict Alice's parents are.

She smirks. "Just wait until he turns up to school and really starts causing trouble. They don't know what they've let themselves in for."

"He that bad?" I raise my eyebrows. Mr and Mrs Brandon have a reputation for being able to sort out the most rebellious of teenagers. They demand respect and there will be severe consequences if they don't get it. Just like when Mike Newton had a party two years ago when his parents were out of town. I could hear his music from my bedroom and I live five streets over. Alice's dad nearly had a conaray when he went over to demand it be turned down. Let's just say, Mike hasn't had a party since.

"So bad that they are willing to loosen my leash," she grins happily. I laugh with her as we enter the school gates.

12:59pm

It's lunchtime and I look like a lost puppy.
Trailing around the canteen in search of Alice, I notice a group of her friends sat by the wall. I can't spot her dark pixie cut anywhere, so instead of sitting in silence with Alice's dear friends, I make my way outside.

The weather isn't too bad, but the wind is still sharp. Good job I'm wearing my jumper then.
Despite the chilliness, there are a lot of people eating outside. I don't recognise anyone I could sit with - which isn't hard as I have around three friends - so I disapear around the back of the school.

Since I have such a miniscule group of friends, I often end up eating outside alone. When Alice isn't busy seducing her history teacher by serving lunchtime detentions, she makes me sit with her and her friends in the canteen. It's awkward, but it works. I sit in silence and they all talk about subjects that do not interest me whatsoever. Alice doesn't push me to join in the conversations, but she makes sure I'm okay. That's what I love about her. She knows when not to push me.

Since it's Monday and Alice has spent most of the weekend away from her favourite teacher - aside from last night, which I'll be hearing a full, detailed report on later - she'll most likely be serving a detention in his classroom. With the door locked.
Because of her absence, I'll sit outside instead. In the cold. I don't mind.

Around the back of the school there's a small, sheltered area that I like to go to. It's inbetween the Science and the Maths block, where they were combined around twenty years ago. The builders did a half-assed job and didn't connect them properly, but I'm not complaining. It gives me somewhere to sit in peace.

Pushing away the large ferns that hide the entrance, I squeeze through the gap and into my cavern. It's dry as the roofs of the buildings connect overhead, sheltering it from the rain. Leaning against the dry, brick wall, I pull my bag into my lap and play with the zipper.

I'm so tired.

2:40pm

School's over.

I barely got through the day without collasping from exhaustion, but Emmett snuck a Coke into my locker sometime in the afternoon. We're not allowed caffinated drinks at school, so Em slips them into my locker when no one's around. Of course the sluts who wear their underwear as skirts flaunt coffee cups around school grounds without being caught, but whatever. It's more fun to play Mission Impossible with Em.

Emmett's older than I am, but only around a year or so. When he leaves school I'll cry. Him and Alice are practically my siblings, and when Em's gone I'll have to bring my own drinks.
I met him at a park when I first moved here five years ago. I was upset over my parent's divorce and my mother's decision to send me to live with my father, wherever he decided to go. She didn't realise he wanted to move states, but the court case was already over and I was already on the plane to Forks.

I wasn't mad at my father for wanting to move away. It still hurt though.
Emmett found me curled up at the top of the slide, trying not to cry. He made me laugh and gave me chocolate, so I decided I liked him. I liked his big bear hugs, too.

We used to meet up every week at the same park, at the top of the same slide. But then Emmett got too big to be able to climb up to the top as he decided he liked playing football and having muscles. It got him girls, he told me once.
The meetings at the park became less frequent, but we still stayed close. Occasionally he'd see me in the corridor at school and he'd give me one of his massive bear hugs. He'd leave me cute little notes in my locker, and I knew he cared about me. He was my first friend here, even though he was older and we rarely saw each other.

2:51pm

Alice must have an afterschool detention, too. Wonder what she did that was so bad to require two detentions on the same day.
Her and Jasper will get caught some day, they're too sloopy. Goo-goo eyes in class, romantic notes exchanged on classwork and numerous detentions.

She says it's a thrill, but whatever. To each their own.

School's empty now, I'm the last one waiting. As it's Monday everyone wants to get home straight away, get their homework done and go to sleep. Is that just me? Oh.
Well, Alice has kept me waiting, but that means I won't run into anybody on the way home. I can walk the streets peacefully without being harassed by the mindless idiots that attend the same school.

I don't get harassed, per say. It's just that I'm quiet and don't really talk to anyone aside from Alice and Em. Being given partners in class is my worst nightmare, but I still speak polietly to my partner and get the work done. Usually they have little to say to me as they're only funny around their friends. Then again, my work gets high grades and as we're partners, so does theirs. They leave me to myself.

The classes without Alice are mindnumbing.
I don't have my little pixie by my side to keep me awake, but I don't rely on her to be with me. I'm perfectly fine with being by myself. I'd rather be alone than talk to the idiots at that school. Especially those sluts. Ew.

6:46pm

I'm bored.

I've been asleep since the minute I got home, and I forced myself to finish my homework. The pieces that are due in tomorrow, anyway.
Alice called but I told her I was too tired to go out. That's true. I really cannot bring myself to move from my bed. It's too comfy.

The house is empty. Charlie's at work, like always. It's just me. Like always.
Oh well. I can deal with some quiet.

12:46pm

I can't sleep.

I've tossed and turned for three hours. It's useless.

Pulling out my laptop, I sigh. Another long night is ahead of me.