Chapter 1.

Why am I doing this? I never thought things through. Never. I just did what my mind told me. On an instant. My mind never gave me a warning though. Why wasn't I warned? I didn't exactly want this to happen, though I knew it was the right thing to do.

So, if you see a boy curled up on the floor in the middle of the cafeteria, being thrown food at, what do you do? Most people would have ran away, and most of the outcasts in the cafeteria did every time this happened. Ah, this shit happened all the time. I let out a bitter laugh.

With furious attitude I found myself marching towards the boy. Their eyes moved on me. Everyone was looking at me. The audience went silent from all the "poor guy" whisperings. Yeah, only whispering. They tried to make sure that The Gang didn't hear the exact words, or else it would be themselves on the floor next time. Never rebel against The Gang. Always show your support or else you'll find yourself on the floor.

I had always been a bit of a drama queen when it comes to the scenes like this. I gave a dramatically deep and long sigh before kneeing down. I patted the boy on the back and shifted some food off his shoulders. His pitch black hair covered most of his face.

"Are you alright?" I asked, but the scared eyes behind the eyeglasses didn't respond, only stared at me. His eyes were moistured and he looked so confused. I gave him a reassuring smile and then stood up. I looked into the eyes of the most horrible people in our school.

"What is this shit?" I asked loudly. "I've been going to this school for one week. One fucking week. And yet more has happened than on my last whole year at my previous school. What is this shit!"

"Watch your words, little girl", a guy said confidently as he hopped up from a chair. He was really tall and muscular, scary as hell. But I wasn't scared. I knew he wouldn't harm me. The only kind of thing I was afraid of was when people got physical with me – violence I mean. If he was smart he wouldn't. Not at school, with all the students watching us intensely. I hesitated a little though when I saw his furious eyes, and hoped he indeed was smart enough.

Which he was. He stopped a good three metres away from me.

He glanced at the boy between us and then back at me. "Did he ask for your help?" the scary boy asked me. I looked at him funny.

"No", I said, "He did not. But it doesn't take him to ask for help for me to realize that help is what he needs."

The big bully laughed out loud. "Are you not aware of what you are doing? Do you know who I am?"

"Hmm..." I said, tilting my head slightly to the side, messing with him. Making him more angry. "...No. I have no fucking idea who you might be. But let me guess... You are some fucking pathetic little punk who thinks he can do whatever he wants to. One of those who use the brawn istead of the brain. Well, in this case I understand since you've got no brain. Fucker."

Wow, way to go, me, I thought. I was being lame and what I just said was cliché but it happens when I don't plan things.

"Emmett!" some guy yelled behind the scary fucker as he took a furious step towards me. A blonde guy jogged beside him, putting an arm on his shoulder. "Leave the chick alone. She's new so let's give her a chance and maybe she'll know better next time... To not mess with us."

"A chance? Jasper, seriously. A better reminder for her not to mess with us would be a good old beat up. You in?"

I held my breath but kept my facade ice cold. This couldn't be happening. The guys were watching me intensely. I stared back at them. I was not going to give up.

They were the worst bullies in the entire world. Emmett and Jasper and their girlfriends Rosalie and Alice. The two girls weren't present now, but they were sometimes worse than the guys. They had the crulest ideas in their little heads. Their vocabulary contained words that their boyfriends probably didn't even know existed. Besides, while the boys tried to avoid using violence against girls – that was simply a rule of theirs, a little unfair though – the girls didn't hesitate with their scary long finger nails. While the boys were big and scary and wanted to beat up everyone in their way, the girls were, among the violence, typical back-stabbers who spread rumors to make others miserable.

A smile of victory appeared on my face as the guy named Emmett slowly backed down.

"This once", he hissed through clenched teeth, "this once I'll let you go. But if I ever see you intervening in my business again, you'll wish you were never born. You'll be so fucking scared for the rest of your pathetic life. You-"

"Whoa, whoa", I said putting my hands up in 'surrender'. "If you're gonna keep up that fast, I'm gonna miss the point. Didn't know you could utter that many sentences in a row."

With that I turned around, leaving the pathetic little clowns there. Even though my heart was beating like crazy, I was smiling. Maybe things would turn out to be funny here. No, bullying people wasn't funny, but what would it hurt to bully the bullies themselves? It's not like they didn't deserve it. I wouldn't mind being as low as them if only I could save some innocent minds from depression with my actions. Sometimes you just have to break the line between principle and justice.

I poured some salt in my macaroni. I was a bit of a loner. I lived alone. Paid my bills alone. Bought my food alone, ate it alone. I was alone. It's like my life didn't have a meaning. Did it have to have one, though? That was a bitter question I couldn't get out of my mind. I wasn't depressed, though, it was not it. I was just a rather normal 18-year-old girl with no place in the world. Crap, too much salt. Too many thoughts.

The TV was on. I don't know why I owned one – honestly, I hated it. TV shows get me distracted which is good, but too soon the commercial breaks are on and I'm left to wonder why I bother. I hated commercials. As I lied on the couch I recalled the afternoon's episode at school. That big bully gave me a headache with his stupid attitude.

It always annoyed me how I wasn't able to knock some sense into people. But then again, my opinions are my own and nobody else's. There had been a person in my life who really got me thinking about those things... About respecting other people's thoughts and feelings... But how could I respect them when it was clear that what the person was doing is wrong? If what you're doing hurts other people, isn't it always wrong from an objective point of view?

Tuesday. I liked Tuesdays. They were my second favourite days of week. Mondays were my favourites. Mondays were like a new start and Tuesdays were just... cool. I had gotten out of bed at 6 and taken a short cold shower. It was always so refreshing to take a cold shower. I had always liked my water cold. As a kid everyone would always joke about it. I didn't mind. I felt swoony in hot water.

I drank my coffee while watching Phineas and Ferb. School wouldn't start in two hours, so I had a plenty of time to dry my hair and just relax. I felt my heart start beating faster every time I thought of school and the bullies and the bullied. I was going to be strong enough to face them. I had nothing to lose. Reputation – no. Nothing. Yesterday, the lesson after the lunch break, I had had calculus class. Alice Brandon had decided to take the seat next to me. Obviously, she hadn't heard that I was already some sort of an enemy of her gang's.

"So, you're new here?" she had asked while looking down at me. Wow, it had took her a week to realize that. She had that expression on her face as if she didn't know whether she was looking at a pile of crap or something enchanting. Like she was having an inner fight, a big decicion whether or not to like the new girl.

"Yeah, I am", I had said in a lame tone, trying to convey a message. She gave a little snorting sound.

"Okey, well, you're obviously the kind with a bad attitude that needs to be polished. Jess, hey, Jess!" she yelled at somebody. A girl ran there from the other side of the class like a dog who was returning the stick the owner had thrown for her.

"Yes, Ali?" she said with a sweet smile that turned into a grimace when she looked at me. "Who's this?"

"My new friend", Alice said. "You are no more my personal assistant. This girl here has taken your place." She turned to me, "We just need to polish you, new girl, and you'll do fine."

The Jessica girl's face fell in shock. She looked completely taken a-back, poor girl. "But, but, not her! Did you not hear what happened in the cafeteria today?"

"Yeah!" some guy yelled from the back of the class. "The new girl totally pissed Emmett off!"

That caught Alice's attention. She turned to the boy who had said it. "Excuse me?" Alice said sweetly. "Could you please repeat that?"

"That new girl totally insulted Emmett and Jasper in the cafeteria", the boy said, pointing at me, with a tone as if waiting for a reward for telling that. Alice turned straight to Jessica.

"Is that so?" she asked calmly. Jessica was nodding furiously.

"She was like, totally unrespecting!"

"Shut up", Alice said with a sweet tone, "You dumb hoe. Don't talk like you know everything. Geez, the manners", she continued and gave me a significant glance, trying to insult the girl. "Everyone!" Alice yelled and the whole class froze. "This mornig Jessica Stanley told she slept with three different guys last night. One of them was Mike Newton. What a hoe, right?"

Everybody in the class immediately gave Jessica the ugliest look, as if what Alice said was the absolute truth. Jessica looked very confused and opened her mouth to say something, but Alice beat her.

"And we don't like hoes like Jessica Stanley. We all know Newton goes out with Lauren. Lauren, who is a dear friend of mine." Alice giggled at that last part, turned to me and with a dumb expression mouthed to me "as-fucking-if".

Jessica looked like she was about to cry. There was a fuss among some girls in the corner. Alice threw them a dirty look and continued her speech.

"You all agree that you don't want to mess with me. I don't care what you do with her but just take her out of my sight. The bitch disgusts me."

Three girls marched to Jess and grabbed her by the shoulders in a violent manner. I gasped a little. What was Alice trying to prove?

"No, wait!" Jessica screamed. "What the hell! Alice!"

Alice stared at them with a stupid, satisfied smirk on her face until they were out the door. I sat there in silence.

"Now, new girl", Alice said as she turned back to me, her eyes holding such malice and evilness I was a little stunned. "That kind of shit happens if you don't start respecting me." She came a little closer to me and whispered in my ear: "You are umbelievably stupid. I don't know what has happened, but I will. And trust me, you'll pay for it. I rule this school. And I get anything I want. Everybody obeys me. Everybody."

Then she turned back and stared straight at the board with a blank expression, and didn't say anything else for the rest of the class.

I finished my coffee. The punishment Jessica had faced was just a warning to me. Alice tried to maintain her position as the queen. Did she think of me as some sort of a threat? Ridiculous. I shut off the TV and laid my head on the small pillow. I can do this, I told myself. I'll be strong.

I hopped out of the bus at the school's stop sign. I decided to get the nervousness out of my system right there and now. I took a deep breath and thought of happy things. They made me relax. It was nice how I could manipulate myself with simply "changing the topic". I thought of my family as I made my way down to the school building.

There were students everywhere. Every now and then someone would notice my presence and create a small fuss in the group they were in. I walked over to a bench in the school yard that was a little far away from where most people were. It was a nice sunny morning, not too hot, so being outside was fine. That's what others seemed to think too, obviously. I saw Jessica Stanley talking to some boy near the bench I had decided to sit on. She seemed pissed off and the boy seemed alarmed. He glanced to different directions as if to make sure nobody saw them. Ha, good luck with that, since he had already failed because I sure was there. Watching their conversation.

I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about but as soon as Jessica notied me she marched over to me. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't like girls when they were in pissed-off mood.

"Hey, you!" she said angrily. There was nobody else there to see us but the boy of course. He was standing on the background a little awkwardly, almost looking like he might as well just run off.

"What?" I asked. Jessica stood right in front of me.

"You will fucking regret this. You completely ruined my life."

"Wow", I laughed. "Ruined your life? I didn't do anything."

"Stop pretending. You are totally trying to please Alice at my expense. Like, I'm out and you're in, is that what you think?" She was losing it. I almost got mad but something about her caught my attention.

"Jessica... Is that a scratch in your arm? How did you get it?" I whispered. Now I almost felt sorry for her, though it might as well have been her own stupidity coming back to her for doing whatever Alice told her. Jessica covered the wound with her hand.

"None of your business", she spat and gave me a really ugly look. "And if Alice won't make me her friend again, you'll pay."

And so she marched back to the boy who looked like he was about to pee in his pants. "She was never your friend anyway", I muttered to myself. How could she be so blind? Alice was only using her. Or was it so important to be friends with the "important" people? I never understood it.

The bell rang and I went straight to my first class, literature. I liked the subject though I was never much of a reader. I did enjoy reading but lately I had lost the ability of concentration, but whenever I was forced to read a book for school it was easy. I had long lost my own imagination but I could do it for school. I headed straight to the backrow in class.

I was happy to see an empty seat that had other empty seats next to it, too, so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone right now. I wanted to think. What was I going to do about Jessica? Should I go talk to Alice? Well, no, I shouldn't. She seemed like the lunatic type that wouldn't listen to anyone.

"Okay, class", the teacher said as he stepped in. "Today I'll be glad to tell you that we'll be starting a long-term project. I have divided you into groups of three. And no, no, Lauren, sit back down, I have already formed the groups!"

A blonde girl gave a loud snort.

"The idea is that you'll be making film adaptions. With your group you will be writing the script and making sure you stick to the schedule. We well be cooperating with drama class and they will be your actors. Remember: you are the directors, the bosses, and you can have the actors do it the way you want."

The Lauren girl eyed the teacher sceptically with her arms crossed.

"Okay. Let's see..."

Hmm... A group project. As a new student I was kind of hoping he'd forgotten about me, maybe I didn't exist in his list of the groups or something... I could easily write essays or suchs. Just as long as I didn't have to work with these weirdos. And to avoid harming innocent people... If I was seen with anyone, I was sure Alice would make them suffer. I wasn't her favourite person, I guess. Though, then again, why would I stop doing the things I want just because someone doesn't like me?

"And the last group... James Palmer, Isabella Swan, Angela Weber."

Crap.

"I'm really excited about this project", bla bla bla, "You'll be making film adaptions of these famous short stories", bla bla bla...

Great. Great. Great. Acting. Group work. Shit.

"...Yes. Great. Now I see everybody's not here, though... Ahh, yes, now I remember. Angela Weber has some personal reasons and can't attend the class for most of the time. Seeing as we have one gropu with four students, I'm going to ask one of you", Mr. Banner pointed at the members of one group, "to switch groups."

"Not fair", someone mumbled.

"Those two weirdos are gonna be fine!" someone else said, referring to me and the James Palmer boy.

"Now, now", Mr. Banner said. "Mr. Cullen. Why won't you join them?"

"What? Why me?" a boy said. I only saw the back of him but I could tell he was irritated. Lauren turned to the Cullen boy with disappointment in her eyes.

"Do I really need to explain it to you? In front of everybody?" Mr. Banner had a weird smirk on his face, a smirk of victory. The Cullen boy sighed and muttered a pathetic "fine".

Mr Banner let us start our projects right away. I saw the Cullen boy standing up and glancing around for his new group. His eyes stopped at something next to me and so he headed to me. I felt someone sitting next to me. Cullen dragged a chair from the desk in front of me and sat there, putting his elbows on my desk.

"Soo..." he started with a bored tone. "I'm stuck with one weirdo and one... weirdo."

"I'm James", the one next to me said. I turned to him and saw he was staring right at me, as if just talking to me, not to correct Cullen.

"Hi", I said. "You can call me Bella."

James was looking at me, not really smiling but not irritated either, like Cullen was. It was like he had no emotions going on at all. Cullen on the other hand seemed very uneasy.

"Look, there are some short story suggestions on the board", I pointed out, trying to make conversation. James turned his attention to the board.

"Have you guys read Snows of Kilimanjaro?" James asked tentatively.

"Hemingway", Culled huffed. "Not interested."

I smiled awkwardly at him. He glared back at me. "What's your problem, new girl? Wanna make a scene, huh?"

Realizing he was referring to yesterday's indicents my smile faded. How dare he. I shifted my position so that I was fully turned to him.

"What's your problem, blind lamb?" I said mimicing his tone. Then something caught my eye. "Wow. A Poetics For Bullies."

A Poetics For Bullies. The perfect match. I would fight for this one. Definitely.

"No", James said. "I think that one's a bit boring."

"I haven't read it", confessed Cullen without emotion. "But usually something that a boring person finds boring is, actually, quite awesome, so I'll vote for yes."

James glared at Cullen. The teacher then happened to walk over to us with a notepad in his hands, interrupting the little fight.

"Have you already decided the story on which you'll be working?" he asked excitedly. Before I could really say a thing Cullen cleared his throath and said: "Yes."

"Great, great... I have to admit I was afraid you might not get along", he chuckled making a little hand gesture at us. "So which one did you go for?"

"The Poetics shit", Cullen said. Inside I had to laugh. How nonchalant.

"Actually, he meant A Poetics For Bullies, but we-" I said but the teacher interrupted.

"What a great choice! I think you will be able to make a really interesting movie."

With that he left. Cullen was smirking satisfiedly whereas I was a little ashamed. James Palmer had said he didn't like the choise but Cullen made it look like we had already made a decision. I felt bad but inside I felt I didn't want to correct the teacher. I really liked the short story.

"Great", James said awkwardly, running his hand through his hair, if there was something to run it through. His hair was very short. "Such great team work."

"Who are you to say", Cullen laughed bitterly. "Bet you would have said everything's boring. How could we have decided anything if you're so bad at making decicions?"

"I... Whatever. Forget it. It's fine."

A couple of hours later I found myself marching toward the cafeteria nervously. I would show up, of course I would, but I was nervous. I didn't mind making a scene again but to do it every day would surely drain my energy. In the end I really did want to be left alone but I wasn't going to give up on what I had already started.

Oh, here she comes, someone whispered and some heads turned to my direction. I passed the curious faces by with a calm facade. I spotted Emmett Cullen sitting with a blonde girl, Rosalie the bully. I passed them by with my face calm. I stood in the line. I kept my bag tight to my side. Someone poked into me from behind. Stay calm.

"Oh", the female voice said. "I'm so sorry."

"Well, hello, Alice", I said with a cheery tone. She smiled at me that malicious smile of hers. Rosalie the bully from Emmett's table stood up and walked over to us. She smelled of tobaccoes and perfume mixed.

"Alice", she said and I was surprised at how her voice sounded so, so beautiful and calm, low. Outside she looked like any of those bitchy real-life supermodels on whose Facebook pictures everybody commented how she, indeed, looked like a supermodel. I was a little stunned.

"Yes?" Alice said but kept her eyes on me. The line moved and I moved along and I noticed how close Alice moved to me.

"Who is she?" the bully/supermodel asked, pointing at me. I could tell she didn't really care but she only wanted Alice's attention. And that she got.

"No one. She's absolutely no one. No, wait. You know what, Rose? This is the little bitch who just yesterday insulted your boyfriend in front of everybody."

"Ah!" Rose said and now turned fully to me. I casually moved along with the line and picked up an apple. When she spoke, she spoke with low voice, dangerous voice."Well... If I were you, I'd watch my back all the time. You never know when accidents occur."

"Likewise", I smirked, though there was no double meaning behind my words. I was just messing with her. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I even responded.

"Hmm... We've got a smart-ass over here. But you'll never get far. In this school, action talks." She moved close to me like Alice, and whispered in my ear. "How did you think you could beat us? You are alone. All alone. It's impossible. A friendly advice: give up, honey." Then she turned around and walked back to Emmett.

Alice left too, and made sure to bump into me so that my food almost fell from the tray.

As if this already wasn't enough drama for one lunch break, Emmett just had to stop me when I attempted to leave after I had eaten. I was sitting all alone so he must have been stalking me, waiting for me to finish.

"You. Out. Now."

He pulled me through the crowd outside of the schoolbuilding and oh how I thought this was it, I was going to die. Outside, he let go of me by almost throwing me against the brick wall. Not to hurt, but as a gesture to convey a message.

"Wow", I said. "What's so important this time, Emmie?"

"Watch your words", he spat, his brows in an angry frown. He was breathing heavily. There was no one else around. I was going to die. "I heard all about your school project with my brother."

"Oh, yeah, such drama", I exclaimed, not sure what he was trying to say.

"I'm going to say this only once. Stay away from my brother."

"Like I'd want to be near him", I said. "But, you see, dear Emmie, that in a school project we sort of have to stick together."

He took a threatening step forward and my instincts made me press myself tighter against the wall. Death, here I come.

"Don't try anything", he hissed. "Don't try anything funny with him. You only talk to him during the project if necessary, and after it you never talk to him again. You're not one of us. You are not any different from other people, so therefore you have no right to talk to any of us."

I was quite confused at this point. What the hell was his problem?

"I don't think I understand you. Bet you don't understand what you're saying, either, since you make no sense."

"Wha-"

"And what if I talked to him? What would you do if your dear brother and I became best buddies?" I said just to piss him off, at which I definitely succeeded. He grabbed me by the collar and held his fist in the air. Today, if I was lucky enough, I was probably going home with a black eye.

"Fuck you!" he spat. He was furious, his face just inches from mine. "From now on, we're enemies. I warned you. There's no backing away anymore, you stupid bitch. Your life here is gonna be hell."

He let go of my collar and with that he left. And I didn't end up with a black eye, but with a mark of delay in biology class.

Oh, wow! The first chapter is ready! Tell me what you think!

I have had this idea going on in my head. I remember starting writing this very chapter like a year ago. Maybe you won't be seeing the next chapter quite soon... :O Kidding! I can't promise million updates a week because for me, the writing process takes time sometimes. Right now it's the summer holiday and I don't have much to do – I can't even go out because of this flu. :( So yeah, I'll be writing a lot but I can't promise I'd update like once a week or anything.

I hope there aren't too many mistakes... My English sometimes tends to be lame... not my first tongue after all!

I just wanna know what you think and if I should continue sharing! :-)