7:35am – English

I had English first period. English was my favorite class, even though every one else hated it because we had to do so many essays and stuff. I loved to write and think. I loved stuff that challenged my skills. The teacher was Mrs. Dalton and she was my favorite teacher.

When Mrs. Dalton asked for our essays about Shakespeare, mine was already out and waiting. Jacob turned around in his seat in front of me, ready to wait. I immediately handed it to him, almost shoving accidentally it in his face.

"Nerd!" He whispered loudly.

I mock-glared at him and rolled my eyes. Jacob was such a dork sometimes. That was one of the reasons he was my best friend. That, and the fact that he almost hated Edward just as much as I did. Jake didn't like to talk about it, but still...I knew.

He and Edward used to be really good friends. The best, really. But then one day Edward went to summer camp and that's where he met Rosalie and Jasper and Tanya and all of his other friends that would make him really popular. And when Edward came back, Jacob and Edward got in this HUGE fight that ended up Edward spreading rumors that Jake was gay, which made him a social outcast like me and Alice. Jake still hasn't told me what the fight was about.

Anyways, he ended up having to hang out with the class brain and the weird-looking European girl who had a tendency to hyperventilate about practically anything.

But he made great friends with us and became apart of Team Kill Edward on which both Alice and I were on. Alice was on Team Kill Edward because he spilled soda and got this shirt her mom bought her before she died in a car accident stained, and didn't even say sorry.

I was on Team Kill Edward because in pre-school, he stole my animal shaped markers that smelled like different fruits and never gave them back.

And I've been on there ever since.

"Shut up, Jake."

"Oh, I'm so scared Bella."

"Turn around and pass up the papers." I said, smiling.

"Ha!" But he turned around and passed up the papers. I smiled down at my desk. Dork.

Mrs. Dalton called the class to attention. She gave an interesting lecture on symbolism and what it means (which I thought that was kind of ironic). Jake doodled the whole time. I took detailed notes. Everyone else was either staring at the ceiling or texting. Everyone always complains about how I always get good grades but it's because I actually pay attention.

After about a half an hour, Mrs. Dalton started winding down. Everyone slowly woke up, but they definitely woke up when she assigned a two page double-space essay on symbolism. Idiots.

I started immediately of course. It's better to finish work in class then doing it for homework. Because, unlike some people believe, I DO have a life out of school. Well, sort of. Okay, not really at all. But the point is, I don't like doing homework. At all.

After a while, I finished and stood up to hand it in to Mrs. Dalton. A couple of students rolled their eyes and a few groaned. I ignored them. When I handed it in, Mrs. Dalton was grading the papers from last night's homework. She looked really frustrated and she kept mumbling under her breath.

When she noticed my presence, she brightened considerably and whispered, "Yours is the best one, Bella. Good job."

I smiled humbly. I was so going to rub this in Edward's face later. "Thank you."

She tilted her head, "Was there something you wanted Bella?"

I handed her my paper.

"Oh, of course." She shook her head and hit her head as if forgetting something. "Of course you would be finished before everyone else."

I shrugged diffidently. I felt pleased.

But it was shattered when she said, "You're as good as Edward Cullen. He's in my third period. Do you know him?"

My smile slowly faded. Why did Edward have to ruin every good moment I had?

"Yeah. I know Edward." I said flatly.

"Good. You can go sit down now. Do whatever you want." She rubbed her face again tiredly and went back to grading papers. Jake made a face at me as I passed him and I made a face back at him. Idiot.

When I sat down again, I put all my stuff away and got out a book from my backpack. I read for the rest of the period until the bell rang and then I ran out of the room as fast as I could. My locker was on the second floor and all my classes were either on the first or third. Of course my life could never be easy.

I started to list the reasons in my head why my life sucked so much as I ran up the stairwell to my locker.

My parents are Matchmakers. This means that we always have strangers in my house every Thursday.

I am an untrained Matchmaker, which means that at any moment I can find someone's soul mate and have to put them together, like I did with Jacob and Leah.

Yeah, I did have to put Leah and Jacob together. It was a total accident though. Jacob was practically crying one day because of some reason. He wouldn't tell me why, but anyways, I was trying to comfort him, and as a reflex, I grabbed his hand.

So I set him and Leah up. It was really hard too, because they didn't even know each other and went to different schools, but I tried (my parents helped when they found out) and succeeded. And now they are very happy together!

Anyways...

If, at any moment, I touch Edward Cullen's right hand, I will find his soul mate and have to set him and her up. I don't want to do this because that would mean being nice to Edward and I don't want to be nice to my mortal enemy.

People think I'm a freak because I won't touch anybody's hand and I actually try in class.

My locker is on a floor where I have no classes.

I reached my locker after I finished bumping into all I passed. I quickly did my locker combo and opened it. On my locker door I had lots of pictures of me and Alice with outrageous makeup on. One of them even had my in a feather boa and sparkly lipstick and glitter on. It almost made me laugh when I saw it. I also had my favorite funny quotes on index cards surrounding the pictures. On the inside wall of my locker, I'm embarrassed to admit that I had a picture of Johnny Depp in full Captain jack Sparrow costume.

I grabbed my French I book and stuff and put my English crap away. I slammed the door shut and almost ran into Mike Newton.

"Oh, hi, Mike." I stepped to the side to go around him, but he followed my steps. I moved the other way but then he moved that way too. "Mike, I don't have time for this right now. I have to get to class."

"Sorry." He mumbled and practically ran down the hall away from me.

What was wrong with him today?