A Purrfecf Disaster
Bella POV
"Mom, I don't understand!"
"It's just better, Bella. I can't have you traveling all over with us. You'll be safe in Forks, with your father."
"But I don't want to go!"
"Please, don't make me say it."
"What? Say it!"
Her mother looked at her, annoyed and sad at the same time. "Bella, I don't want a freak following me and Phil around."
...
That was a month ago. Bella had mulled over the conversation a thousand times. Freak, she had called Bella. Her own daughter! Bella wished she could tell Charlie, but he didn't know. No one but Renee knew.
And so Bella moved to Forks, and had begun her life anew. She was getting to know the small high school population, and had taken a liking to some, including Angela and Ben. The others were either too snobby or too obsessed in hooking up with her. It was annoying, to say the least. All she wanted was to finish out her education, and move somewhere big and exciting, like New York, or maybe somewhere foreign, like Dublin. She had always wanted to see the beautiful rolling hills of her ancestral home.
"Hello? Bella? You're gonna drop your soda!"
Bella was pulled out if her daydream to realize her Dr. Pepper was close to spilling, since she had just left the cap off. She only had a split second to see this before someone managed to bump into said open bottle and spill it all over her. The sticky brown liquid got in everything, from her hair to her shirt, all the way to staining her brand-new shoes.
She jumped up and looked at the klutz with narrowed eyes. "Watch where you're going!"
The girl was small, pale, and extremely good looking. She had black pixie hair, and golden eyes that were currently staring off into space. A taller, lean muscled man with blonde hair stared back at Bella, his arms wrapped protectively around the small pixie. Before he could say anything, a huge bear of a guy with curly black hair appeared at the blonde guy's side and laughed, putting his arm around both of them.
"Sorry 'bout that. Alice sometimes spaces out. I'll get ya another soda, if ya want."
Bella quickly swallowed the sudden fury that had leapt up out of her and commanded her to crush the pixie. She simply said, as she picked up her trash and her backpack, "You can spot me tomorrow. I gotta go clean up; just hope this doesn't ruin my clothes." And with that, she turned and stormed out of the cafeteria, aware of the many eyes that followed her.
Besides wondering if she could get a pass to go home and clean up, all she could think about was what those three people had in common: their pale skin, and their golden eyes.