Get ready to be FURIOUS at Edward. He's HORRIBLE in the beginning of this chapter.

I am so good at subtlety - sarcasm.

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight... yeah.

People talk to be heard; by anyone. I talk because no one will listen to me. Growing up with Edward made it so that I was used to being ignored. He never really cared about what I was feeling, or in arguments, whether I was right or not. He just seethed at me, assuming that I was the problem in our relationship.

"Bella, why can't you be more like Tanya?" he asked. "She's beautiful, charismatic, and clever. Your face looks like a slice of pizza, you have no social skills, and you're so awkward, it's laughable."

I ignored him and continued writing in my journal. I knew I shouldn't have ignored him, but I did. I would live to regret it.

"Are you ignoring me?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

I didn't answer.

"Well, you'll regret it," he sneered.

He then stood up and announced, "Everyone, listen up, because I have something interesting to share."

I looked at him, panicked. I told him many of my secrets, because I never imagined he actually listened to them. He'd also been there to witness many of my more embarrassing moments. I hid underneath the hood of my sweater and silently pleaded with him, through my eyes.

He smiled coldly and said, "Bella has a crush on Mike Newton."

I was horrified. I didn't remembered telling him that.

"Edward, how did you know about that?" I hissed, looking frantically around the room.

Everyone was laughing at me. They were probably thinking, Bella likes Mike? He's so out of her league. She's so embarrassing.

"I looked in your journal. I'm glad I did," he said smugly, sitting down once more. He turned to Mike, who was sitting at the opposite end of the table, looking slightly disgusted.

"Mike, how do you feel about this?" Edward asked, smirking.

I covered my face with my hands. If I didn't feel so paralyzed, I'd be running out of the cafeteria right now.

I heard Mike saying, "I'd never date her! She looks like my great Aunt Magee, and that woman's pretty ugly."

My face burned and tears slid down my face.

I hated Edward Cullen.


"Bella, your father got a promotion. We're moving to New York City in three weeks," Renee said.

"Okay," I replied simply.

She looked surprised. "You're fine with it? I thought you'd be upset."

I almost laughed. Upset? That I was leaving Forks? In which Edward and his groupies resided? Yeah, right.

"No," I said sweetly. "I'm excited."

She looked pleasantly surprised. "I'm glad to hear that."


My first day at the new school in Manhattan, Anthony B. (my creation) went decently. People here weren't as superficial as those in Forks, and they didn't outwardly display any revulsion of me or my pimpled face and crooked teeth. And I also met someone new.

Her name was Gia Montrose, and she was intimidatingly perfect. She seemed to like me, for some mysterious reason, and she was the only one who made an effort to get to know me.

She reminded me of Edward when it came to her looks. She had his bronze hair and slender figure. However, her eyes were blue, and she was tan.

Surprisingly, there was no social hierarchy in this school. Friends hung out with friends, and you didn't see 'popular' kids or 'nerdy' kids. That was my favorite thing about this school.

I had a feeling my life here would be just fine.


3 years later

"Are you serious?" I asked, glaring at Renee.

"Now that Charlie and I are divorced, we don't need to stay here anymore. And I really miss Forks," she said sadly.

I couldn't believe it. Now that I was finally comfortable with my life here at Forks, she was making us move? I understood she wasn't ecstatic staying here, but couldn't she have waited until the end of my senior year? I was 17 now and two months into my senior year. It wouldn't be that long of a wait.

"Can't we just stay for the rest of the year? I'm finally getting comfortable here, and Gia and I have grown really close," I pleaded.

Renee sighed. "Bella, you know I don't like doing this to you, but there are just too many things about Forks that I miss, and staying here just brings back bad memories. Why does Forks repulse you so much?"

I flinched as bad memories came back to me. Edward's fiery attitude, the teasing I had to endure after the incident with Mike, feeling inferior to everyone.

"I just didn't like Forks. It's too green; too rainy; too small," I lied, having become better at it throughout the last few years.

Renee bought it. "It was consistent, and I liked that. We're leaving, Bella, and I won't hear another word from you about it, okay?"

I nodded and walked to my room, feeling desolate and anxious. I wasn't afraid I would endure more teasing; I had changed a lot since my 14 year old self. My acne had cleared, naturally, and my braces were off after many orthodontist trips. My hair had grown from its short length to waist length, and while I still lacked the more visible curves, I wasn't such a stick anymore. I wore better clothes due to Gia's incessant nagging, but I still stayed true to my Converse addiction, and I had about 24 pairs... don't ask.

I wasn't this shy, awkward girl anymore. Gia taught me that being self-conscious was useless. You only life once, so why should you live it worrying perpetually? To say the least, Gia really influenced me and made me a better person. I would owe her forever, and I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her.

I dialed her number and pressed call.

"Hello?" her smooth voice infiltrated the receiving end.

"Hi," I replied softly.

"Bella, what's up?" she exclaimed.

"Well, I have bad news... I'm moving back to Forks," I said.

Silence.

"What?" she whispered, disbelievingly.

"Yeah. Mom's been acting kind of weird since the whole divorce thing, but I never imagined she would do this," I mused.

"What am I going to do without you?" she asked.

"You're beautiful, smart, and charismatic. You'll make new friends very soon," I told her, laughing at the idea of her being insecure.

She sighed. "But I don't want to have another best friend."

"I know, you're the best friend I'll ever have, too."

And with that, we said goodbye, but I knew this wasn't going to be the last time we would converse.

I know, it feels rushed to me, too, but I didn't think writing about her experience in Manhattan would be... exciting, so I just skipped ahead.

I have a whole week off of school (president's week), so I'll be writing a lot. I hate to admit it, but reviews do motivate me and will probably encourage me to update faster.

Maybe... a total of 12 reviews by the next chapter? Is that too much?

I WILL UPDATE REGARDLESS, but I'm just setting goals here. Reviews don't take very long to type up, and they brighten my day considerably.

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