Hear You Me
Chp. 1 Summer School
I loathe summer school. Well really I loathe school in general, but summer school is just dreadful. Yeah, Yeah, I know some would say that I brought this upon myself. I should have dedicated more time to school during the regular school year, and then I wouldn't have to give up my summer. I see it as; if school wasn't so boring I would have attended my classes more frequently. So, you see really it's all Forks High School's fault.
At any rate, here I am Bella Swan, just one week into summer vacation and I am getting up at 6:30am (an ungodly hour!) for summer school at 8:00am. Whoever decided school should start at 8:00am was clearly a sadist and didn't have teenagers in mind. I don't know a single teenager that goes to sleep before one or two in the morning. Which isn't saying much as I only have a handful of close friends and I know that they don't typical sleep before those times. I digress… Summer School. As I am getting up and contemplating breakfast, my dad Chief Charlie Swan (oh, yeah I'm a cops daughter, my lack of friends sounds about right now doesn't it) is getting ready to leave for work.
"Hey, Bells! Actually up for summer school? I thought I'd have to pull you from this house kicking and screaming." The chief snickers.
"Hardy, har dad." I say with as much sarcasm as I can manage this early in the morning.
My dad smirks at me, clearly use to my sarcastic tone. "Do you want me to go into work a little late so I can give you a ride to school?"
I look up from the contents of our refrigerator horrified "No! It's bad enough to be dropped off at school by your dad, but when your dad is the chief and is dropping you off in his police cruiser… I may as well commit social suicide!"
"Ok, Ok. God Bella you don't have to be so dramatic." He huffs as he put's on his coat.
"Why do you think drama is the only class I never ditch?" I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?" Dad asks just as he's about to walk out the door.
"Uh, just wondering what I'm going to have for breakfast. Have a good day at work dad, be safe."
"Always am, Bells. Always am." And he leaves for his shift at the station.
Once he's gone I give up on breakfast. Most important meal of the day, my left foot. I contemplate the weather and decide that jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops will be appropriate attire. I put on a little make-up, grab my backpack and make my way out the door.
As I walk along, I think about what got me in this situation in the first place. My constant ditching of classes has affected my grades to the degree of, either I take summer school classes and pass them or I repeat my sophomore year of high school. I am definitely not interested in spending more time in the hell that is high school. While I'm mildly annoyed with myself, I still think that it's more the schools fault that my interest aren't piqued enough to stay in class. I actually love to learn. I'm fascinated by History and I love English and these are the two classes that I have to retake. So, you tell me if it's my fault or the schools. I wander towards the English department thinking about my ruined summer, as I enter the building I see a bunch of kids waiting for class to start. I see a couple of friendly acquaintances, which lifts my spirits slightly (I don't do well with strangers or making new friends). We say a couple friendly "hello's" and chit chat about our rotten luck. Just then the door opens, we turn to see who is joining us in our misery. And, that is the first time I see him.
