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Chapter 1

„Isabella Swan?" The teacher called out my name as she took the roll. I quickly held up my hand but of course she didn't bother looking up. "Not here?" She asked, obviously not caring if I was in her class or not, marking me as absent.

The first day of school's always been the hardest. Though I was at the same school as the year before, Forks High –home of the Spartans –none of the teachers I had this year are familiar with me except for my biology teacher, Mr. Banner.

I sighed, I'd have to go see the teacher after class, tell her that I'd be a nuisance during the semester. "The mute girl.", I bet she'd be the one calling me that all year while taking the roll. It's always been like that, there's always been such a teacher in the last five years. "'s the mute one here?" and usually the other students would laugh about it. But I didn't really care anymore. I cared at first, I hated them and it distressed me to be in school –but to be honest, I started to ignore it, to grow numb and deaf whenever they talked about me in that way. They didn't know a thing about what was going on in my life. I didn't want them to know either.

I was a junior now and I'd be out of high school in a year and a half tops. I'd probably be able to graduate early and then I'd just have to get a scholarship so I could go to a college far, far away from the Washington peninsula.

If I'd been able to endure this during the past five years it shouldn't be a problem to keep it up another year or two.

It had all started once my mom passed away, five years ago, when I was twelve. We'd been on our way to Seattle, my mom wanted me to get a new outfit since I needed "a pretty dress" for my birthday party anyways. I had been going on and on about how I think I should get a new pair of sunglasses too, that my friend Jessica had a really cool pair of glasses, they were big and dark "and oh my god mom, you won't believe it, she looks just like a superstar!" And I went on describing it in full detail, just blabbering and laughing and just being so elated to go shopping with my mother that I couldn't even wait to get there.

But then all of a sudden there was a loud, screeching sound that threatened to make my ears burst and then after a few seconds there was another loud crash.

Later I realized that it was metal crunching with great impact. I felt the car rotate around its own axis and I realized that space just got spare as my legs and side got squished in –and then, suddenly, the car came to a halt. All sound seemed to be drained from the earth's surface as I tried to get a hold on the situation. My heart pumped blood through my body at high speed, the sound of it beating loudly in my ears as my eyes focused on my body. My legs were squished underneath the glove compartment, my right hand jammed between door and seat. I freaked at the sight of it and started crying until I remembered that I wasn't alone in the car.

"Mom!" I chocked out, frantically whipping my head around, ignoring the searing pain in my body. Mom looked much worse than me. I couldn't see her injuries really but I saw the metal around her, her bloody face on the steering wheel, body cramped in an unnatural wavy way. I cried harder, reached out toward her and begged for her to stay with me. Pain started to really register, and what else registered was the smell of blood. I tried to stay conscious but the smell of blood almost always makes me faint, there was no way I could fight it.
The moment I awoke I knew that she didn't make it. I knew it without them having to tell me, I've never been stupid, nor have I been this naive.

From then on, life had been hell. Not just because my mom was missing, but because Charlie, my dad, blamed me for what happened to her. Because I couldn't shut up and distracted her from driving. I never disagreed; I took his beatings with as much dignity as I could muster, though that's never been much. A part of me believed Charlie… because of that I stopped talking. And maybe I'll never speak to anyone ever again because I'm so used to it by now.

Life's not worth it. Not here, maybe not anywhere.

Hello,

My name is Isabella Swan. I know you've marked me as missing so I just wanted to say that I've actually been here. I'm sitting in the back, next to M. Millington. I'm sorry I wasn't able to answer you this morning, I don't speak.

I gave the teacher the note and waited for a response before quickly walking to my next class. I decided to approach the problem differently this time around. I sat down quickly and wrote a similar note to the one before, saying that I was mute, where I sat and that I was attendant. I gave it to the teacher quickly and went back to my place. I went on like this until biology. It was a real relieve with Mr. Banner. He was actually a really nice teacher. He greeted me with a friendly smile and told me to sit second row. I nodded quickly, not bothering to see who else was in the class because I wouldn't interact with them anyways. Except for Angela, I didn't have any friends. I wouldn't even say Angela was a real friend but she's always been nice to me and sometimes, after ballet, she'd taken me home in her car so I wouldn't have to walk. But I hadn't been to the ballet studio since months now, Charlie didn't approve.

"Oh, uh Bella?" I looked up to see Mr. Molina standing before my table. I looked at him questioningly so he would continue. I was pretty good in communicating with him. "We're going to have three new students starting next week, I'd like to pair one up with you, would that be ok?" I hesitated. How was that supposed to happen? But I didn't want to be rude and really, I think he just asked to be polite, I don't think there was another choice really. So I nodded. "Great! I'll probably mix the class up a bit so be warned, class will go wild." He smiled and winked at me before starting his lesson. Yay, bitch-fight is going to be on, it'll be so much fun! …Not.