Hard knock life
My name is Isabella swan I prefer to be called bella, but if you ask anyone in Cali. They will tell you my name is Loca. I am moving to a small town to live with my father who happens to be the chief of police. I guess mom thinks it's going to keep me out of trouble, here's to hoping. I have an arrest record for 6 assaults 2 assault with a deadly weapon and one assaulting a police officer, all of which were declared self defense by the courts. I have never willingly attacked another person but I will defend myself. I have been in 176 fights in all. And suffered 6 fractured ribs, shattered my left hand, had my left knee kicked out dislocated my left shoulder. Fractured my leg in 2 places fractured and dislocated several knuckles, fractured my right cheek bone and broken my right wrist, All in fights. So I'm honestly hoping that a small town life with cop daddy will keep me from anymore injuries for a while. Although I'm not sure he'll get my sense of humor. I tend to be a little sarcastic.
The ride to LAX with my over emotional mother not so much fun I wanted to go def from her sniveling. Oh well this was happening now weather we like it or not. The plane ride sucked I got stuck next to yet another fake bubbly blond California bimbo. Ugh somebody just make me go def so I don't have to hear it or I might have to break my no violence rules this once.
After forcing myself not to harm the dim whit the plane finally landed. Oh joy. Note the sarcasm. Id rather force myself to go def listening to blondie than live with dear old dad. Whatever hed get rid if me just like mom did so what does it matter.
After greeting Charlie we finally made it to his place I have to admit it was nice. The house was decent sized 3 bed two and a half bath with a pool. I think I coud get used to this. Few words were exchanged between us. We didn't need manu to know I wasn't happy about this. So I unpacked and went to bed. Tomorrow I would start school with a whole new set of fake ass people. Yay.