Tick-Tock

Ever watched a clock for forty five minutes straight? I have. Ever heard the whispers of the girls in the back of the class talking about you? I have. Ever wanted to cry but knew it would to more harm to yourself than good? I have. Ever been accepted in your school at least one? I haven't.

I could still hear Lauren and Jessica whispering in the back of the class room. God, if there was ever an Olympics for Best Gossiper Ever, those two would tie for the gold. I cranked up my iPod hidden inside my jacket up almost all the way. The sound of Led Zeppelin barely drowning out their hushed tones. Barley.

"Miss Swan?" Mr. Varner asked, I snapped my head up having no clue he'd been trying to get my attention for two minutes.

I cleared my throat, "Yes Mr. Varner?" I answered.

"Care to join us now? Or is your notebook just that intrusting?" he asked in a joking manner. I smiled to myself and blushed. He always joked with me when I was too far in my own world doodleing and trying to drown out bimbo one and bimbo two, to pay attention. It was never intentional though.

After a twenty minute discussion I was too preoccupied to pay attention to, I trudged out of the doors to the hallway where the giggles and full blown screams and chatting gathered together in the echoing school. I cranked up the Sex Pistols so loud that I thought I would blow my eardrum out. Oh well.

I glared as Edward passed me; he was the worse. Always looking at me like I was the damn plague. Ever since he got his first girlfriend in seventh grade I was no longer existent. We'd been best friends from birth until then; him with his bronze hair and toned body, and me with my classic rock constantly blaring my brain out all day and night and my size ten jeans.

Slowly, I made my way to the cafeteria, going through the motions of picking out my lunch, paying, then finally walking to my table. It was mine because no one would go near me let alone sit at a table with me, God forbid that ever happens.

I picked up my fork about to take a bite of my spaghetti when the whispering started, and the pointing. Jessica and Lauren always did this, just because they were a size two and I was a ten doesn't give them a right. I sighed and took the bite anyways. I felt a flick at the bag of my head and turned. Lauren pointed down and I saw the paper wadded on the floor.

As I unfolded it the words: DON'T EAT TOO MUCH! YOUR CAR MIGHT NOT MAKE IT HOME!

I wouldn't cry. Nope. I wouldn't let them get the satisfaction. It was tougher now that Edward had joined in along with all the other guys and his siblings.

Slowly I got up and dumped my tray and sulked my way to the library. This was where I was safest unless I was in my room.

My favorite thing was fun facts. I just knew everything, like the Queen Victoria was the first ship to Circumnavigate the globe in 1522. Before my friend Jacob Black died, he would get me fact books or cards for my birthday and quiz me on them. I would study like a maniac and get everyone every time. And even though he's gone I still go to his grave and tell him all the facts I learned that month. It was my own little ritual and I loved it. I felt like I was still connected to him in some way.

I picked the book of 100 facts to know! From my backpack and popped the ear-bud to my iPod back into my ears and hit play.

Instantly, the sound of Pink Floyd's Time filled my ears as my eyes flashed across random facts: Monday is the most common day for committing suicide, 1 in 5,000 Atlantic Lobsters are born bright blue, the pancreas produces insulin, stressed it dessert spelled backwards.

That us, until they filed in. Computer lab class was taken in the library and lucky me, Edward and Mike had this class. It was my free period and the gym and library were the only places your were allowed. Fuck me.

I couldn't take them anymore, 16 years of this bull shit was enough. I abruptly got up and sped toward the doors and down the hall. I made in across the lot in record time to my old truck.

Once home I called my dad, Charlie, "Dad, hey its Bella."

"Everything okay Bells? Its the middle of the day and your calling from home, whats up, kid?" he asked getting to the point.

I sighed, "I'm leaving. Don't freak, I'm going to go stay with mom for a few months, just until the beginning of Junior year okay?"

he sniffed, "Your sure? Come on kiddo just stay a bit longer, I've only had a year with you."

"Dad," I warned, "I'll call you when I land in Florida." I hung up and ran for my truck, duffel bag in hand.

I had a plan, now I just had to go through with it.