BPOV
Senior year, everyone tells you that this will be the best year of your life, the final year of high school, the final year of frivolity, the last year of absolutely no responsibility. After senior year, your entire life goes to shit. We go to college and become caffeine addicted stress freaks on the verge of aneurisms so that our lives can be fulfilling. This may be true for the normal high school senior but for me, it's a crock of shit.
Once upon a time I was a normal teenager with normal teenage problems. I was one of the most popular girls in school. I had a well off family and both parents. I would consider myself relatively good looking with a nice body. I have amazing skin. My biggest worry was what to wear to school. Unfortunately for me, life couldn't go on as I had planned. I wasn't going to finish my senior year a happy carefree girl going into the harsh world of college and reality. Nope, that just wasn't in the cards for me.
End of junior year means end of junior year pool party which means lots of booze lots of boys and minimal clothing. Shit happens at a party like that, and the shit that happened to me changed the very foundation of who I was. Bella Swan isn't returning to Forks High the same preppy wild sided book worm that she once was, and not many people are going to like the new girl that resides in her. Not that they like me much anymore anyway.
Forks High First Day of School
I was awoken by my iPod alarm clock playing the sweet sounds of Metallica's Enter Sandman. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face with my new best friend (the Clarisonic), and brushed my hair. So far, so normal, but that would change. I decided since I had been out of the public eye (lol) the entire summer, that what I wore to school today had to make a statement. It had to say that the old Bella Swan had permanently left the building. The old Bella would have worn something very cute and very chic. I pulled out a pair of tight dark blue jeans that would go adorably with a pair of ballet flats and a v necked tee. I put on the jeans with a pair of 6 inch black studded knee high boots and a red satin corset with black embellishments.
Next I had to do my makeup. It also needed to be something dramatic, so I decided on a sexy silver and black smokey eye, and coated on mascara on my already sky high eyelashes, a little rouge (not enough to make me look like a clown but enough to add some depth to my cheeks), and last a matte nude lipstick. The last touch was a pewter cross necklace that settled nicely in my cleavage. I giggled a bit when I thought the word. Cleavage, ha ha ha. When I stepped back to look at myself I gasped at what I saw. I never thought I was an ugly girl by any means, but the way I was dressed showed a whole new dimension of me. I looked darkly beautiful, and I absolutely loved it. I gave my long, dark brown hair another brush through pulled on my leather jacket and went downstairs.
When I went downstairs I knew I was going to catch hell from my parents when they saw my outfit. They hated who I'd become, and the fact that I was hiding the cause of it was just pissing them off even more. I predict that pretty soon they'll have enough of my newly formed attitude and will surely kick me out. I entered the kitchen for the fruit salad I had made last night that I was going to eat for lunch today. When my parents heard me come in, they looked at me and their mouths dropped.
"Isabella Marie Swan you are NOT going to school looking like that," my dad snapped.
"Good morning to you too day," I said as opened the refrigerater and pulled out my salad.
"Did you hear me Bella? Go upstairs and change," my dad ordered
"I agree with your father Bella. That outfit is so not you and incredibly dark," my mom said.
"Ok well, I'll see you guys after school," I said as I put the salad in my bag and rushed to the living room. I heard my dad's heavy footsteps following me. I grabbed my keys and hurried out the door. My dad was bellowing something about throwing me over his shoulder and locking me in my room but I wasn't really paying that much attention. I climbed into my silver Nissan GT-R and sped off to school, fully aware that school didn't start for another forty-five minutes.
Being the first one to school was never something I really had to worry about since I was always car pooling with someone; this is not the case anymore. It was a strange experience being alone in the parking lot. It was quiet, but it's hard to enjoy quiet when there's so much noise in your head. I got out the car and lit a cigarette (a newly formed habit). I never actually allowed the carcinogenic smoke into my lungs; I just inhaled with my mouth. The scent and the taste were oddly calming for me. I lay down on the hood of my car pulled out my iPod and cut on Fine Again by Seether. I put on my big sunglasses (even though there was no sun out) and waited for the lot to fill with students and the first bell to ring. The song had become one of my anthems. I felt vulnerable when I listened to the song; it was the only time I allowed myself to feel that way. It felt good to not have to pretend. I never have to pretend when it's just me.
I was finished with my cigarette too soon and I lit another one. The noxious fumes engulfed me and I felt calm again, less vulnerable, less breakable. I felt more ready for what is sure to be a most hellish day.
I knew that the lot was filling with students. Not only could I see all of them passing me by with questionable eyes, I could also hear their questioning whispers. I had to remember to get some Bosch head phones next time I was in the city. I decided now was as good a time as ever to get off my ass and walk into school, so I got up pulled my back pack over my shoulder, and head for the door. I didn't pay attention to anyone around me as I walked towards the entrance to the school. When I finally reached it, I took a long drag of my cigarette before stomping it out, spritzed myself with body mist, cut my iPod on full blast and walked in. I couldn't hear a thing and because of that I couldn't help a huge smile spread across my lips. I still had on my sunglasses as I picked up my schedule and made my way to home room.
The stares I got from the people in the room made me a bit anxious, but I didn't let them see it. I strutted all the way to the back and found a seat in the corner, propped my feet up on the desk and continued to listen to my music as I stared up at the ceiling.
My loud music and aimless staring was, understandably, making it hard to pay attention, so I didn't hear the teacher asking the new girl in the back to take off her headphones. Finally a guy next to me ripped off my headphones and glared at me. I glared back at him, which was actually kind of hard seeing as he was absolutely gorgeous. I had never seen him before, stupid new guys thinking they can take over. I would have taken off my sunglasses to effectively glare at him, but decided not to put forth the effort.
"What the hell?" I said to him.
"He won't shut the hell up until you take off your fucking headphones," the boy said. I rolled my eyes at him and looked the teacher.
"What the hell?" I said to the teacher. The teacher, Mr. Murphey was his name now that I thought about it, looked taken aback but brushed off my rude comment.
"I'm calling role," Mr. Murphey answered. Oh this should be fun. Let's see, from as far as I could tell I had Lauren Mallory, Mike Newton, Tyler Crawly, and oooh Jessipoo, my now arch nemesis.
"Oh, well then, don't let me stop you," I said coyly. Mr. Murphey continued to call role, and the closer he came to my name the more I started to smirk.
"Hmmm, it seems this person isn't here today," Mr. Murphey said.
"Who is it?" Asked Jessica.
"Bella Swan, I can't see her anywhere in this room."
"O my god, we're gonna have that nasty slut in this class?" I heard Mike say.
"Now that's no way to talk about a fellow classmate," Mr. Murphey tried to defend.
"Please, Mr. M, Bella is nothing but a dirty skank and we should be celebrating that we get another day without her," Lauren sneered.
"Don't start celebrating just yet guys," I spoke up.
"Why not? You're new here. You don't even know her," Tyler said to me. I'll admit that my voice had changed a bit since they last saw me. My voice was deeper and a little raspier since I had started smoking. That was actually when I decided to not fully inhale it anymore, when I noticed my voice changing.
"Actually I do know Bella Swan quite well, and she is here," I smirked.
"Where? I'd like to see the ugly whore," Lauren said, craning her neck to see the door.
"She's right here," I said, taking off my sun glasses. I heard collective gasps, and my smirk became a fully fledged smile, "Hi guys."
"Ok, now that everyone's been accounted for…" I tuned out Mr. Murphey and I looked over at the new guy who was staring at me with a strange look on his face. I winked at him, took one last look at everyone's disgusted face and put my sunglasses back on. I put on my head phones and cut on my iPod. I giggled when I heard Freak on a Leash playing by Korn. How inappropriate.
A/N
Hey Guys! I'm not giving up on my other stories but this is in my head and I need to get it out.
Soundtrack
Enter Sandman Metallica
Fine Again Seether
Fuck It Seether
Coming Undone Korn
Freak on a Leash Korn
Pictures of the boots, the car, and the corset is on my profile =]