Hey guys, this is my first chapter of my first fanfic, so hope you like it, and even if you don't please review and let me know! Thank you!
-ChloeAmelia-
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Chapter 1
BPOV
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
"Argh" I groaned, as my alarm clock continued to beep in the background, annoying the hell out of me. I smacked my hand around my bedside table, trying to find the 'off' button, whilst refusing to lift my head from the pillows. I had a crazy night last night, and I needed sleep to recover.
"Bella! Turn that damn alarm clock off! You need to get up and get ready for school!"
Great. Charlie. I thought he would have been gone by now, being the Chief of Police and all.
"Ugh Dad, I'll get up in a sec!" I shouted, hoping that that would pacify him.
"Oh no you don't, Bella Swan! You'll get up this instant, young lady; I know what your game is!"
Damn! He caught me. I was gonna skip school today. God knows half of the senior year was going to. Tyler's party was awesome. Way too awesome for everyone to be up and ready to spend the day at school. I swung my legs out of the bed, slowly, trying to get my bearings. Once I'd decided that I could get up without falling, I sat up and stretched, stifling a yawn.
"Okay, okay, I'm up! You can go to work now!" I said, knowing that my dad was probably waiting outside of my bedroom. He would never walk in, but he knew how to annoy me by banging on the door. I stood up, still taking my time, as I didn't know when the hangover was going to hit me. I drank so much last night, I hardly remember most of the night! I'm surprised Charlie hasn't come in yet and busted my ass for underage drinking.
I shuffled over to my cupboard, taking out some towels and then I headed to the bathroom. After taking a shower, and washing my hair in my favourite strawberry shampoo. I got out of the shower cubicle and stepped into the steam filled bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took my vitamins then made my way back to my bedroom, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Looking at my alarm clock told me I had about an hour before school starts, which gives me about 45 minutes to get ready, eat, and leave for school. I dried my hair and straightened it to within an inch of its life and then tied it up in a high pony tail and secured it with a rubber band and a gold ribbon. There was going to be a basketball match after school today, so I have to wear my cheerleading uniform all day. I put my clothes on and did my makeup (making sure I had covered up the dark circles under my eyes) and looked in my full length mirror. I felt a small smile start to creep its way onto my face.
I love my cheerleading outfit. Being head cheerleader, I get to choose out uniform type and I was particularly proud with this season's choice. We're not the richest of schools, and all the other squads usually make fun of our low budget, prude-ish uniforms. This year was going to be an exception. In our black halter tops with gold trim and our black and gold miniskirts, I could tell the other squads will be looking at us for entirely different reasons. They would be jealous of not only our new outfits, but our cheers too, because, this year we were coming out on top.
When I'd fixed myself up properly, I jogged downstairs and started looking through the cupboards for food. I found a box of pop tarts and decided that they would have to do, seeing as I was running late. I grabbed my bag and my keys and ran outside, shielding myself from the drizzle and got into my pale yellow Volkswagen Beetle. I pulled out of the driveway and headed to school.