Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Twilight universe….sadly it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do however own this plot. Hope you enjoy it!

Hi everyone! *waves* This is my first AH Twilight story - I've always wanted to write a story based somewhat on my own life, so here it is. Let me know what you think of it! A huge thank you to my mom, who is so awesome and intelligent. I wouldn't be where I am today without her!

Warning: This story includes high school bullying, so if that's a trigger for you, you may want to skip this story.

No, you don't know what it's like, when nothing feels alright.

You don't know what it's like to be like me.

To be kicked, when you're down.

To feel like you've been pushed around.

And no one's there to save you.

No, you don't know what it's like.

Welcome to my life!

Simple Plan, "Welcome to My Life"

Bella POV

"Good morning, sweetie! Are you ready to begin your last year of high school?"

I looked up from packing my new backpack at my mother's words as she walked into my bedroom with a cup of tea. Sighing, I reply, "I guess so, Mom. Who knows, maybe the miraculous will happen and I'll actually make a friend this year!" Rolling my eyes, I went back to making sure I had packed everything I would need for the day.

Frowning, my mother walked up and wrapped her arms around me, comforting me as only a mother ever can. "I know that it's hard being different, baby. You have such a loving, creative, and sensitive spirit, and if those simple-minded brats cannot see that, then you don't need them in your life. Okay?"

I hug her back tightly and nod, "Yeah, it's just so hard. All I want is just to be accepted by one person, to go one day without being made fun of. Why do people have to be such assholes?"

She stepped back and scowled at me, " You know better than to use language like that, young lady. Teenager or not, I can still put you over my knee!"

I stared at her for a moment, and then we both burst into laughter. Still giggling, I tell her, "I love you Mom. And I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Mom smiles warmly at me, "It's okay, sweetie. You are a wonderful daughter, and I thank God daily for blessing me with you, but even you have your moments." She winks at me and then says breakfast will be ready when I'm done getting ready.

When she leaves, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, telling myself to relax and that today is just another day. But I hear a voice whispering that today won't be as ordinary as I think.

I go over to my full-length mirror and evaluate my appearance. One thing I both love and hate about myself is my height. I know one day I will be thankful for my tall stature, but when you tower over your peers and get the nickname "Bellyzilla," it isn't such a good thing.

And I know I'm not exactly thin, but thankfully my height helps balance out my weight. Unlike most girls my age, I don't count calories or eat salads for a meal. I have a healthy appetite, and I exercise, so I'm not ashamed of it.

Also, I hate wearing revealing, tight clothes. So today I wear my favorite low-rise jeans and one of my "Team Damon" t-shirts with a blue long-sleeved shirt underneath it. Yes, I am one of the many who worship the ground that Damon Salvatore, the most beautiful man to grace my television screen, walks on. Hey, don't judge me. He's amazingly beautiful, totally rocks the bad-boy/good-man image, and he's a vampire. What more could a girl want?

As far as my looks go, I get my long, straight brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes from my mom, which I love - everyone always says I look just like her. With an amused smile, I remember when I was little and I saw a picture of a little girl and pointed to it and said, "That's me, Mommy!" My mom burst out laughing and said, "No baby, that's Mommy. It's black-and-white and is from 1960."

But my smile drops from my face when I look at my mouth, which I supposedly got from my sperm donor. I know that sounds harsh, but let me explain why. My parents dated for a long time, and my mom was in love with him, but he was one of those have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too kind of guys, and my mom wouldn't put up with cheating, especially since she was pregnant. He left us both, and never looked back.

So yeah, I hate looking even a little bit like him. Mom never dated after that, and I hate him for what he did to her. I hope one day she opens her heart again - she's too wonderful a person to be alone.

I shake my head in an attempt to shake thoughts of that man from my mind. I nod in acceptance of my appearance and take a look around my room to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. Seeing that I haven't, I walk over to my bed, zip up my purple backpack and grab my phone, putting it in my pocket.

I walk down the hall and into the kitchen, and moan at the delicious smells that always accompany my mother's cooking, "That smells amazing, Mom! Thank you for making me breakfast today." She turns and smiling, brings our plates to the table as I sit down.

"Of course, you know I love cooking." I mumble out a thank you as I dig into the incredible meal before me: scrambled eggs, hash browns, and cinnamon toast. She shakes her head at me, before beginning to eat her own breakfast.

I hear a "meow" from under the table, and soon I feel something against my legs. I smile, and look down at Baby, our grey tabby cat. After I've eaten, I wash my dishes and then I fill his food and water bowls and spend a few minutes playing with him.

Before long, it's time to go, and we both grab our coats from the closet before heading out to catch the bus. Yeah, we're not the wealthiest family around, but we are thankful for what we do have. I feel lucky that the restaurant Mom works at is close to my school, so we can take the bus together.

I can see the bus coming around the corner by the time we arrive at the bus stop, so we get out our bus passes and present them to Mr. Banner, the bus driver, as we get on the bus. He smiles and wishes us a "Good morning" as we pass by.

There are a couple of empty seats in the back, so we sit together and Mom asks if I know what my classes will be yet. I shake my head, "No, I have a good idea of what I'm taking, but I don't know for sure yet. I'm going to stop by the library during lunch to ask Mrs. Denali if I can still work there part-time like I did last year."

Mom sternly replies, "I know you love being in the library, and helping out Mrs. Denali, but I don't want that to interfere with your studies, okay? You're taking more AP classes this year, and I don't want your grades to suffer because of a job, understand?"

I nod, "Yes, ma'am. I do love working in the library, but I always take my studies seriously. Mrs. Denali already said she'd write a glowing recommendation for me when I apply for jobs wherever I end up getting into college, whether I work this year or not."

I turn to look at her when she remains silent, and I'm shocked to see tears in her eyes. "Mom! What's wrong?!"

She tries to smile to reassure me that she's fine, "Nothing, dear. I just wish you didn't have to work, that you could just enjoy going to school without worrying about money."

I pull her into a hug and whisper, "Mom, don't worry about me! I enjoy working, it makes me feel useful, and besides, I wouldn't trade our life for anything. I've met some of the moms at school, and the way they behave just makes me so much more grateful that I have you for a mother."

Before I know it, the bus stops in front of my high school, and I cringe a little but try not to let Mom see me do it. We exit the bus and she gives me a hug, "I know this is hard for you, honey, but know that I love you and that in a year's time you'll be starting a new chapter in a new place."

"I know, Mom, and thank you. You always know what to say to make me feel better." I kiss her on the cheek and watch as she walks down the street to the restaurant that she manages, the Main Street Cafe.

Steeling myself for the day to come, I turn around and walk across the parking lot toward the school entrance. I glance around at the other students, and I stiffen and my heart beats faster as I see some of them whispering and giggling as I pass them. I am so sick and tired of this crap.

I walk up the stairs and into the Administration Office, and grin when I see Mrs. Cope. Grey hair pulled up into a bun, barely five feet tall, and wearing a knitted sweater with flowers and kittens on it, she is like the grandmother I always wished for; no matter what, she always manages to make me smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Cope!"

She glances up and smiles sweetly, "Isabella! Good morning dear, it's always such a pleasure to see your beautiful face. Let me get your schedule for the year."

I blush at her praise, as no one other than my mother usually compliments me, and wait at the desk. "Here you are dear, I hope today goes well for you, but if not, you know where I am."

I give her a half-smile and nod. She knows what I go throughout every day in this "hell." I look over my schedule as I exit the office and walk towards the building that my homeroom will be in.

All of a sudden, I bump into something and fall backwards to the ground. I look up and see the girl who has made my life a living hell since the first grade: Tanya Denali. Long, wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and only 5'6, she is every guy's fantasy. And my personal tormentor.

Why, you ask? Well, my mom and I moved to Port Angeles when I was in the 1st grade, and we were in the same class. I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on her pretty pink dress, and from that day on she hated me with a passion.

"Ewwww….watch where you're going, klutz! I hope I don't catch the "nerd" disease from you!" She looks down at me disgusted, like I'm a piece of dirt on her precious Jimmy Choos, and wipes her arms where I must have touched her. Her friends giggle and say, "Yeah, Nerdella!"

I look down and fight the tears I can feel welling up in my eyes as they walk past me. I slowly stand up and see everyone in the hall staring at me - some with pitying looks and some are snickering at me.

I swallow hard, blink back my tears, and keep walking towards my first class. What a perfect way to start off your Senior year, Bella.

Thanks for reading, and please review! I'm not sure how long this will be, or what the pairing will be yet. See y'all soon! *mwah*