Nobody Likes the Weird Girl
Summary: Bella has always been considered the weird one, so when she decides to move to Forks to live with her Dad, she doesn't think things will be any different. But that was before she met popular, gorgeous Edward Cullen. Who just happens to be secretly falling for her. Normal "Species". AU. I can't write Edward hating Bella.
Disclaimer: The last
time I checked, I don't own anything Twilight.
Me: ALEX?! DO I
OWN ANYTHING NOW?!?!?
Alex: NOPE!
Me: Drat!
BPOV!
Freak. Emo. Weird. These are only some of the insults that I have to endure on a daily basis. I'm only considered a freak because I don't act preppy. Because I express my own individual personality, rather than fit the common mold. Because I listen to "Screamo" music and have a past history of being a cutter. Hopefully, living in rainy Forks, Washington with my father, rather than in sunny and blonde Phoenix, Arizona with my mom will change some things.
When I was little, my mom left my dad and moved to Phoenix. Every summer, I would go up there to visit him, but lately, we vacationed for two weeks in California. Some compromise, right?
Stepping off the plane that was delivering me to my possible doom, with my Ipod blasting "The Pleasure to End All Pleasures" by Drop Dead, Gorgeous (AN: I don't own), I scanned for my dad, Chief Charlie Swan. Against common belief about people who wear Tripp brand stuff (AN: I don't own) and heavy black eyeliner, I have never had any problems with the law.
"Bells! Over here!" I faintly heard somebody calling for me, and looking over, I saw Charlie waving his arms frantically, smiling like there was no tomorrow. Walking over while wrapping up my Ipod, I was suddenly hyperaware of all the people staring at me. Apparently, life wouldn't be any better in Forks.
"How was your trip?"
"It was fine. The plane didn't have any problems during flight or anything," I answered as we walked over to baggage claim.
"How have you been Bells?" Charlie asked, and I could tell that he was worried about me.
"Fine. Nothing to report," I answered shortly.
"What does your bag look like?"
"It's black with red skulls on it. Right… here!" I exclaimed, grabbing my bag off of the slow rotating carousel of luggage.
"So, Bella. I figured that since you're going to high school now, and won't want your pesky old man driving you there in a police cruiser," Charlie paused to allow himself a short chuckle, "I, well. I got you a little present. It's back at the house though."
"Thank you, Charlie. I really appreciate it," I said. I had been planning to buy a car when I got to Forks with the money that I had saved, but now that I didn't need to worry about it, I would have some extra money for once in my life.
After I went up to my room and unpacked, I lay down on my bed and listened to my Ipod. However, this time it wasn't up too loud, allowing my mind to think.
That night, after I fell asleep to my Ipod, I had a dream. Me having a dream is a very, very rare thing.
I was walking down the street during a sunny day. Not fully realizing where I was going, I just kept walking, automatically knowing where to turn. All I fully comprehended was that I was following somebody, who was so far away from me that I couldn't see their face, or anything other than the hood of the sweatshirt they were wearing. Suddenly, the person in front of me disappeared, and I realized where I was. In the woods. With no streets or houses in sight. And I was alone. Completely, alone. That's when I started screaming.
"BELLA! Bella, are you okay in there?! What's going on?!" I woke to Charlie pounding on my door frantically.
"Nothing, Dad. I just had a bad dream is all. I'm fine, I promise," I reassured him. I knew that I talked in my sleep, but I didn't know that I could scream in my sleep also.
"O…kay. Do you want to talk about it?" Charlie asked, concerned.
"No, thanks. I'm going to get in the shower," I told him, brushing past towards the bathroom.
Try as I may to hurry, the relaxing heat of the shower could not be rushed. While the water relaxed my muscles, I let my mind wander freely until the shower turned cold.
Getting ready for school is always my least favorite part of the day. I never got the point of attempting to dress nicely, since nobody ever noticed me anyway. I don't think living in a place where it was always dark would make anybody accept my black clothes anymore than they did back in Phoenix.
However, I dressed "nicely" anyway. Today, I put on my favorite pair of black skinny jeans, my Alesana (AN: As much as I want to, I don't own Alesana.) band shirt, my purple converses, and a dark purple hoodie. Since I didn't feel like doing my hair today, I just threw it up into a messy ponytail and began my makeup, something that I rarely did anymore.
Arriving downstairs, I noticed that Charlie had already left for work. Grabbing a package of Pop-Tarts, ( AN: Don't Own!) I walked out the door, making sure that it was locked behind me. Somehow, I managed to make it to my truck without falling, and started it.
"Here we go," I said to myself as I backed out of the driveway and started the short drive to the high school.
After about five minutes of driving, I arrived at the school and quickly found a parking space. Immediately after getting out of my truck, however, I managed to drop my keys into a puddle.
As I reached down to grab them, somebody beat me to it.
"Excuse me, are these yours?" they asked.
AN: For some reason, I took this down. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But, I like it, so it's going back up. The second chapter should be up relatively quickly. I just need to finish it, then it'll be up. :)
