I'm Just Different
Summary: Bella Swan is a tomboy/emo. When she is given a her a makeover over the summer and tries to be a real girl, she hates it. Can a certain Edward Cullen save her and teach her how to be a true self. Inspired by my brutal middle school life.
Disclaimer: SM the Great owns it all,
It was the last day of freshman year. I got up from my bed. I had bed head again but I didn't really care. I went to the bathroom and I didn't mind taking a shower. I just wet my hair not caring to shampoo it. My hair was short. really short. Think of it as shorter that Joe Jonas and slightly similar to Rihanna's hair. I brushed my teeth and I heard squeals that came from my sisters, Rosalie and Alice. I shook my head. We were nothing alike. They were girl and I wasn't.
I changed into my black jeans, black tight fitting shirt that said,'I don't care,' and my black arm warmers. Pheonix was a hot but somehow, me and my sister still were pale no matter,how much sun we have. I was like an emo who wasn't following the stereotypes. I didn't slit any part of my wrist and I wasn't sad mostly. I always put on a,'I have no-emotions face.' To me, It was kind of fun. I didn't like having many friends or anyone else. I'd rather just read, write, do sports and try to be alone with my laptop. My sisters keep telling me to 'get a boyfriend' but how can I? I mean, boys would probably choose blonde bimbos who wear skirts above average. I didn't want to be those girls. I wanted to be me. Sadly, no boy would want a girl like that.
I sighed to myself about that idea. I wasn't a lesbian or something. I thought Robert Pattinson was hot and Zac Efron was...... not as hot. I had crushes but that's why their crushes. They'll crush your heart in numerous occasions. I hated those people who crushed hearts. That included myself.
I went downstairs to see Alice and Rosalie sitting at the breakfast table eating vegetables and fruit. Honestly, they are always talking about their weight.
"Good Morning, Mom," I kissed Renee on the cheek as I past her. I wasn't hungry so I only took and apple.
"Good Morning, Bella," Renee said, smiling yet something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it though.
"So, how do you like my jeans?" I heard Alice ask Rosalie. Rosalie put on her 'thinking face,'
"The jeans are good, not the shirt. The jeans match with that pink shirt," Rosalie said. I scoffed. At times, I wish they weren't my sisters.
"Bella," I heard Alice say my name,"You can't possibly where those to school," She said, looking up and down my body with a disaproving look.
"Why not?" I asked as I took a bite of my apple.
"Cause it's the last day of school," Rosalie replied. I scoffed. They rather think of their apearances than who they are. I walked away saying goodbye to Renee. I took my black bag that had a skull and left. I didn't really like the idea of driving a car. I had my driver's liscence but why should we. It's polluting the environment. I pulled out my ipod and played around with it until I found Paramore's song, Decode. I started to sing the son quietly, feeling my emotions swelling.
How can I decide whats right
When youre clouding up my mind?
I cant win
Youre losing sight
All the time
Not gonna ever own whats mine
When youre always taking sides
But you wont take away my pride
No, not this time
Not this time
How did we get here?
I used to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I cant see
What kind of man that you are
If youre a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own
(Im screaming, I love you so)
On my own
(My thoughts you cant decode)
How did we get here?
I used to know you so well, yeah
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know
Do you see what weve done?
Weve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves
Do you see what weve done?
Weve gone and made such fools
Of ourselves
How did we get here?
I used to know you so well, yeah
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well
I think I know
I think I know
There is something I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true
As soon as the song finished, I was at my school's front door. I had no friends, None was happy to be with the only emo in the school. Not even the nerds. Before I walked into the schhol, I saw Rosalie parking her Ferrari with Alice at the passenger's seat. Honestly, Why does anyone want to buy a Ferrari. It's just a car.
I went in and opened my locker. I had no pictures in it. I olnly had books and my 'fiction' book. I had Geometry first so I took my Geometry set, My books and some other stuff.
"Yo, dude watch this," I heard a voice say. It was Cory. Oh, How I despise him. The locker next to mine was clean enough for me to see that he was going to throw a football at me. I caught it before could hit me. I scoffed.
"Is that the best you can do?" I said. I closed my locker and threw the football at him. He missed it and the football hit in right on the stomach. I heard his groans and I laughed silenty. I continued going to class as usual. Although, always every last day means no classes. You could do anything, almost anything to say the least. I walked to Geometry and saw everyone talking. I sat at the back of the class, the corner of the room near the window. I liked sitting there. It made me feel warm and besides, I had some privacy. I doodled some drawings on my book. I drew mostly, eyes. It made me feel calm. I liked drawing and writing dark fiction(A/N:NOT THAT TYPE OF DARK FICTIONS THAT HAS STUFF). That was one of the main reasons why people think of me as an emo.
Before I knew it, Geometry, English and History was Over and it was lunch.
I waited in line like everyone else. I took a pear, macoroni and cheese and a bottle of water. I didn't mind eating alot. I seemed to still stay in shape no matter how much I ate. I sat alone in a small table at the far end of the cafeteria. It seperated me from the others. I could get privacy.
"Beat it, Swan" I heard Beatrice snarled. I scoffed and continued eating. She pretended to not care and took my fiction book.
"Oh my god, Swan, You brought your diary to school, Weird," Beatrice snickered. I got slightly angry.
"Not a chance, Swan. Try and get it," She orded in a snotty tone. I smiled with evil covering my face. I got up and stood. She was taller than me but I was stronger.
"Gladly," I tormented as I punched her on the face. She fell down and it made me smile a little bit wider. I took my book and left. Leaving my food on the table. I punched her but I didn't punch her hard enough to give her a bloody nose.
"YOU, BITCH!" I heard Beatrice say as I walked out of the cafeteria. I didn't really want to do it. My inner demon just came out........again.
It was the end of the sophmore year and On september it was Junior Year. Oh How I hate it. I walked home again, Listening to my ipod. It took me 15 minutes to get back home. Unsually, When I got there my sisters and Renee were in the kitchen staring at me.
"Isabella Marie Swan, We need to talk," Renee said. Oh boy, I was in trouble. She never called me by my full name unless she was mad at me.
"What?" I asked in a mono tone as flopped my bag on the floor. My mother sighed as she and my sister looked at me.
"You and your sisters are moving to Forks,"