I have gotten a few reviews telling me about some mistakes so I have decided that because people might actually be reading I will fix it up. Repost # 1 . Sadly I am not Stephanie Mayer and I do not own twilight. Bella is not a happy as she was before. I am not in the best mood. BF and I broke up. So it might be depressing.
"Bella get down here" My 'aunt called and I grinned changing in my favorite a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top and some combat boots. I grabbed my leather jacket from the closet. I also let my blonde hair flow down my back. (An:I decide she is Blonde Kristen stewart with bigger boobs). I grabbed my backpack and running down stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I nodded dully to Renata and ran to my car pulling my car keys out and jumping in my car. I drove to the small town school easily. I jumped out and look around and spotted the office, people staring on the way. I just rolled my eyes why can't people have lives of their own. Once I entered the office plumb women looked up and smiled at me. I frowned at this, why the hell was she so happy? I strolled over to her and she outstretched her hand and I just looked at it in disgust. She looked at me expectantly but I just rolled my eyes.
"Isabella Volturi"
"I'm Mrs. Cope. Here's your schedule and a map. You have a lovely day" She gave me two pieces of paper. I took it and left not really feeling like being nice to her. I walked to class and apparently I was late. I knocked on the door, I didn't want to scare the teacher he looked at me and gave me a soft smile and nodded. I entered easily walking over to him. The whole class's eyes were one me. What are peoples problem Goodness
"Hello you must be Isabella" He standing.
"Bell" I correct instantly. He turned to the class who was already staring.
"Class this is Bell Volturi" He said gesturing to me and I smiled.
"Hi" I said lamely crossing my arms over my chest.
"Bell do you play an instrument" He smiled at me.
"Yeah I play the piano, the guitar, the harp, the Viola and the base." I said bored at this conversation. He looked shock at my abilities and yet he had no idea.
"Do you sing?" One of the kids in the class asked and I glared him
"Yeah" I sighed.
"Why don't you play us something" The teacher said and I nodded. Walking over to the guitar, I took a deep breathe took my hair back into a pony tale.
"I wrote this song when I was 14" I sighed.
Take me, I'm alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better When the sun goes down
I had everything Opportunities for eternity And I could belong to the night
Your eyes, your eyes I can see in your eyes, your eyes
You make me wanna die I'll never be good enough You make me wanna die And everything you love Will burn up in the light
And every time I look inside your eyes You make me wanna die
Taste me, drink my soul Show me all the things That I shouldn't know And there's a blue moon on the rise
I had everything Opportunities for eternity And I could belong to the night
Your eyes, your eyes I can see in your eyes, your eyes Everything in your eyes, your eyes
You make me wanna die I'll never be good enough You make me wanna die And everything you love Will burn up in the light
And every time I look inside your eyes (Burning in the light) Make me wanna die
I'll die for you, my love, my love I'll lie for you, my love, my love (Make me wanna die)
I'll steal for you, my love, my love (You make me wanna die) I'll die for you, my love, my love We'll burn up in the light
Every time I look inside your eyes I'm burning in the light I look inside your eyes I'm burning in the light I look inside your eyes You make me wanna die
I sighed when I was done and took my hair down. I never wore my hair up it made me look to studious and that was . The looked around and they were shocked to say the least. I guess didn't seem talented. I was insult.
"You are very talented, Bell" The teacher and the rest of class passed easily. Then came French. I speak fluent French. I watched into the classroom and waited for the teacher.
"You must be new I'm Mrs. Harold. Do you speak French?" (French) The teacher said in a not quite French accent.
"Yeah"(French)
"I see. So how do you like Forks?"(French) The way she spoke it kind of irritated. She over enunciated a lot of words.
"It's just another temporary home for me"(French)
"I see and how did you get into French. I know that learning languages isn't easy." (French)
"My mother. She um… took me to Paris" (French)
"I always wanted to go but alas it never happened"
""Ah but I went last year. It's magnificent. I went on the way to visit my Romanian cousins. I love Paris" (French) I sighed. "But you can't really practice French because all they want to do it practice their English on you. Its quite entertaining" She laughed as the classed looked on confused accept a blonde haired man and I say man because he was no boy but he probably knew exactly what I was saying. Vampires tend to have a lot of time on their hands. Not sleeping and all.
Like before the language will be in brackets at the end of the sentence. It's easier. I don't have to think about translating. Thanks for reading. Review if you want to.