What Happens In the Dorms
Stays in the Dorms
By "A Shy Witch"
Rating:
M for language and later mature chapters ^^
Language:
English Duh! (Like you haven't guessed - well I could write it in French ... Nah!)
Summary:
Bella was sent to a boarding school after her mom remarried. She knew what to expect in her new life in Seattle; the opposite of her life before, but she did not expect living a hallway away from a hottie like him. Is he a Player or a Gentleman? All Human
Chap. 1:
I do not like finding titles!
How did I end up here?
In an airplane. 30,000 feet in the air toward Seattle.
Well I guess I deserved it.
I mean wouldn't your mom also send you in a boarding school across the country if you were a bitch to her boyfriend, try to burn his pants and sabotage their wedding?
Okay, you got to understand me; the boyfriend was my gym coach, an old minor league baseball player that was making you run more laps than the others in gym class just because you were clumsy. Then he would embarrass you in front of your friends by proposing to drive you back home because the ass had moved in with your mom. He also became a housewife at your house, doing your laundry, checking dinner, straightening up the place, checking your homework, making sure you brush your teeth and go to bed before curfew on school nights.
He had been aggravating me since he started flirting with Renee, my mom, during a parent-teacher meeting instead of telling her he was failing me because I couldn't do anything in gym.
Once again, NOT my fault. I was born with two left feet and no balance, figuratively speaking for my feet of course, though it would have maybe been easier on me if it was true... anyway...
Onto the accident with the pants on fire... It was NOT on purpose!!! Though it would have been fun!
It was a custom between my mom and I that on Friday nights I would surprise my mom with a new recipe and then if she liked it I would teach it to her the next day (if you haven't guessed yet, I am a far better cook than my mom with her Mac & Cheese). Well when coach - sorry; Phil - invaded our house he refused to let me cook unsupervised. Jerk!
So I was doing Crepes Flambéed for desert while he sat at the bar making sure everything was under control. But when I got to light the crepes he panicked seeing the flames. He had no clue it was supposed to be in flames and would burn out by itself. So he took the plate and shook it to make it stop. My mom and I were laughing our asses off when he dropped the plate because he caught his pants in the flame and it started the sprinklers.
See, HIS fault. But no! A macho like him would never accept that so he blamed me. My mom being in love and wanting to seem in control of her wild crazy teenage daughter -yeah right- grounded me. I can't believe I lost my super cool red old truck to a culinary ignorant.
For the wedding, however, I was the one who ruined it and I feel somewhat bad about it, but if I could redo it… NAH I wouldn't redo it because though it hurt my mom and I feel sorry about that, I could not stand having that ass as my step father.
So now my mom hates me and it did not change anything; the jerk is still my 'step daddy', but at least everyone knows how I feel and think about the situation -like anyone doubted it- and it got me sent to boarding school. Translation: away from the ass. YAY!
I know I am full of sarcasms and I feel the way to make side comments but where is the fun otherwise!!!
I might even share the 'wedding best memory' with you because the Barbie that acts like she gives a damn to the passenger, I mean the flight attendant told me that I still had about an hour before reaching Seattle and my new life. So she gave me a pillow and told me I had time to take a nap -BITCH-.
I guess you know by now that I did not want my mom called Renee to marry that jerk called Phil but I was not a heartless bitch, I wanted her to be happy. After all I would be gone in less than two years for my super cool college life away from them so I would not have to endure that asshole much longer. But my mom asked me to be her bridesmaid, so I obliged her and went to her wedding that I had first planed to ditch.
She actually ordered me then when it did not work she gave me back my truck, my cell phone, my iPod and 200 bucks. It was a pleasure working with you.
But when the priest asked if anyone was against the marriage, I could not shut my big mouth and actually murmured that I objected to have such an ass as stepdad.
That is a word for word quote folks!
But I did not realize I had actually said those out loud until I heard my mom yell and cry and scream before she kicked me out of the church.
I bet that it will stay in the audience memory forever!
So this is how I was sent in a boarding school!
And actually I do not mind.
Sure I would have preferred be sent to my dad in Forks. But Renee wanted to punish me and for her living in a small town in the North where the sun is non-existent, everything is green, there isn't a mall, movie theater, bowling alley, or any big building in 30 miles and the town population is less than 3,000 was more like a present to my dad, an horror for her and not a strong enough punishment for me. That is totally true!
So she thought that sending me somewhere where the weather was the same but I was more watched over that at Forks, because a sheriff like my dad could not make sure I did not run away at night to get wasted and have sex with whoever I met in the street... see the sarcasm here... well sending me in a boarding school was all she thought of to get rid of me.
She really is clueless because all I ever wanted wad to leave the forever too hot Arizona and the forever annoying Phil so boarding school was a good alternative and Seattle was close enough for me to visit my dad and too far for my mom to visit me. Welcome to PARADISE!!!
So end of the flashbacks...
I have been stuck in this airplane for the past 4 hours now... just to let you know the movies sucked! I mean the re-runs of Mr. Bean are not so fun after being played like 20 times. And I much as I love the movie "The Time Traveler's Wife", when you cannot hear the sound because the fat redneck next to you is snoring and the blonde flight attendant is standing in front of the screen, the movie degrades from great romantic must-see to a can't-see.
And who said that plane's food is gross? Because whoever it is, he or she is WRONG! The food is not gross, because the Barbie-like attendant does not serve you any. She serves you Dog Food that she calls 'Chicken' or 'Pasta'. I refuse to even think about putting this inside my mouth! Even more disgusting is when that blonde Barbie leaves her seat at the front with a tray full of real food for rich that she barely touched because she cannot digest Transfats. But she throws it away in front of you, while you slowly suffer of famine. I have a name for people like her - BITCH!!!
I mean she really is. I gave up on the movies, the food, all the old grandmas that were showing me the pictures of their 'hot' single teenager grandchild, trying to hook me up to find one of my book. "Wuthering Heights". I cannot stand people that say that it is a boring book or judge me for it. It is a real novel and I love it. I mean if I didn't, would I have read it 20 times since the beginning of the school year? Nope.
And here come the Barbie-Bitch. I like that nickname, from now on I will call her BB =).
So yeah here she comes "Do you need anything darling." "Yes can I have food?" Then she looks at me like I speak another language and baby talk to me that I already have what she called food and I should have eaten it. Then she tells me that I am still stuck with her for another half hour and should really take my nap. When I looked at her like she was crazy and pulled my book out she like yelled at me for disrespecting her and trying to look smart reading such a novel.
Now I kinda dig all the grandmas. They all told her that I wasn't much younger than her (what 2 or 3 years...) and that at least I would have a future if I cultivated myself... I kinda tuned out after a while seeing the BB leaving me and the grandmas praising me and giving me chocolate! ILUVU Grannies!
I am FINALLY landing and meeting with Mrs. Newton one of the matrons of my new school: Twilight Academy. I think it's a cute name though so not a name for a rigorous and serious school like my mom wanted but it was the only one that had a spot in their girl dormitory and would actually accept me two days before Christmas Break!
So maybe it's time for me to introduce myself now: Hi! I'm Bella, Isabella Marie Swan, a 17 year old plain regular American teenage girl born in Forks, Washington, but moved to Phoenix, Arizona with my mom after my parents divorced when I turned 4 -thx for the birthday presents guys! - I am now starting my new life at TA (sounds better than Twilight Academy) somewhere in a snobby suburb of Seattle, Washington.