bella's pov
I woke up feeling my back arch for the small and hard bed i had been sleeping on for the past 2 years. i stood up and walked to my tiny closet, i looked around and picked out a blue sweatshirt and black jeans for today. i undress my self from the black pj i was wearing and went to my bathroom, i brushed my teeth with the tiny toothpaste that One of my relatives gave me. I hoped into the shower and started cleaning my body from the scars that my bed had left on me. i went down stairs and made a small breakfast for myself. including, bread, orange juice, and butter. My mom died when i was in middle school due to cancer and a year later my dad killed himself due to depression. None of my relative wanted me, because they were never a big fan of my mom, she was pretty much known for being the shame of the family for marrying my dad. so i ended up living in this small apartment with a part time job. i walked outside carrying my worn out backpack that i had gotten when i was in middle school before my mom died. i closed the door and walked to school. i could already feel the stairs i was getting as i enter the school ground " look at her, she looks fucking homeless" " ouch my eyed are burning from looking at her" i sigh tis was my daily treatment well what could u do i was the outcast, and the useless peice of shit you have laying around. I laughed at the thought of someone loving me, i could never be love.