A/N: Ok so here is the next chapter. I re-did this one too. Edited and spaced out. So here you go. Oh btw very OOC.
Disclaimer: "So Mrs. M, want to sell me the rights to your books?"
"No, there mine. I don't even know you. Get away from me. FREAK."
"Fine. Be that way." Runs away crynig
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Chap 2.
Bella POV
I Have only been in Forks for four days, and my father Charlie is already making me go to school. It's only wednsday. Who the heck starts school on a thursday? Well apparently I do. The reason why I'm in this horrid town is becasue my mother died a week ago, and I got shipped to this hell hole. Lets list the reasons why I HATE this piece of crap town.
1. It rains constanly.
2. No sun.
3. Always cold.
4. I know absolutly NO one.
5. I don't even know my dad that well.
6. Last of all I miss my old friends back in Portland (A/N: No Phoenix in my story, PORTLAND baby. Thats were I'm from.)
You might say, 'You don't sound very sad that your moms dead.' Well the truth is, I'm not. My mom hated me. Beat me. And was an effing druggie.
Why should I care, if my mom didn't even love me, and regreted having me? Yea and she was a whore. This was my moms moto "Sex for money. Money for sex. It's a win win situation.' Yep. That's it. For a while we lived in New York. She had this pimp, who tried to fucking have sex with me. Yea I don't think so.
I told her, and she said to me " Well honey you were probably asking for it. With you tight shirts and short skirts. I'm suprised that this didn't happen sooner." That's exactly what she said. I couldn't believe it. In my head I was screaming ' God why can't act like a fucking mother! What the HELL is wrong with you woman? I was not asking for your PIMP to rape me. AHHHH fuck you.!!'.
Right then and their I wanted to punch her boney face in. She was probably on crack then anyways. Yea I admit I may dress a little provocative but not slutty. I wear short skirts. I also wear tight shirts. But not together. It one or the other. Not both. And the clothes I wear are not like preppy or anything, more like punkish. Most of my clothes come from Hot Topic (A/N: I freaking love that store to death!!!!) So anyways after that little incident everything just got worse. She started doing even more drugs than before, making more money.
Just to buy more drugs from her dealer. Her dealer Chop, was actually pretty cool. He didn't do drugs, just sold them. Well he and I had the occassional smoke of weed or some ecstacy. Yes I have done drugs before, charge me I'm guilty.
No I'm not a virgin any more. That was givin up to Chop. You must think thats gross because he like 30 and I was like 15 . But really he was only 22, and we dated for a couple of months. My mom found out about this and she kicked me out of the apartment, so I went to Chop's place, and it happend. Spur of the moment type of thing. You think of something and just do it.
Then she decided to move us to Portland. She said she was going to give up her lifestyle here and start over. It was in Portland that she met Joe. Joe the other drug dealer.
This one was as bad as she was with the stuff. Always high or on speed. And he had 2 other kids, who also, did drugs just as much as them. Was I the only sane one here? You may wonder about Chop? I broke it off with him when I left the Big Apple. I still talk to him though.
I think Joe was the worst man my mother could have picked. It was under Joe's roof that she died. She took too much of this or that and went into cardiac arrest, and died on the way to the hospital. Joe got arrested and his kids did too. They were 23 and 24. Joe was like 60, and my mother 35. Can you say freaking sick?
So I got sent to Forks to live with my dad who Ive only seen five times out of my entire 17 years of life. And now here I am. Freaking out about school. But me and Charlie got along fine, other that we barley spoke 20 words to each other since I've been here. I can see the pity in his eyes and that bugs me. I don't want pity or simpathy.
I'm not hurt, sad, or mad. Yeah my moms dead. Don't feel all sorry for me. I don't need it. Charlie normally worked all day and night so I cooked some dinner and left it in the oven for him.Yes I know how to cook. I went to school. Got good grades and still had a whore for a mother.I was fine.
The rest of the day pasted very slowly. Well considering it was only two in the afternoon. When it was about eight or so I decided it was late enought to go to sleep.
I dreamed a dreamless night. I was woke by the shrill screaming of the radio on my alarm clock. I had more than 3 three hours to get ready for school. I was a morning person.So I put on my running shoes and went for a run at 5 o'clock in the morning. Charlie was already gone, or never came home?
Oh well. After a 3 mile run I came home and took a long hot shower. Dressed considerably nice for school. None of my punky stuff. Girly things. A white tank top, blue shrug, and some blue jeans. None of my peircings were in. Not my lip, nose, eyebrow, or my 2nd, 3rd, or 4th holes in my ears. I put on a little make up and ate my bowl of Cinnimon Life for breakfast. I was now ready for my first day at Forks High School. 'SHIT!!!!'. Charlie had bought 'coughcough got for free coughcough' me a big old truck.
It was absolutly perfect for me. Yes I have a drivers license. It was bulky and a rusty red color. I got in and set off for my new school. It was about a 10 minute drive since this truck went so slow. Seriously, the fastest it went was 55. I'm mean, come on. I have a need for speed. And not the drug. Once I arrived at the high school, I parked. And looked around at my new future. If you asked me it wasn't a school as much a big blob of buildings with numbers on them.
I got out of 'Big Red' and made my way to the office. The students were arriving now, so they all stared at me when I passed. Once in the office, I went up to the secratary. 'Mrs. Cope' was her name, she was a big lady with bright orangr hair. She wore a simple purple t-shirt and blue jeans. She seemed nice enough.
"Um hi, this is my first day here and I need my shedual please." I said to her in an innocent tone.
"Ah yes, Ms.Swan, correct? The daughter of Cheif Swan I presume." She said with a smile. I forgot to tell you, My dad (Charlie) is the Cheif of Forks. Like anything bad could ever happen here.
"Yep, thats me. The Cheifs daughter." I replied. I always hated when people did that. 'Oh yea the Chiefs daughter. She must be a goody-two-shoes.'
"All right then. I am Mrs. Cope. Here is your schedual, and some papers for your father to sigh, please bring them back to me tomarrow." She contiued talking but I didn't hear her. I felt someone starring at me. I turned around and there stood a beautiful god. He was the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen. Dishevled blonde hair, topaz eyes, tall and muscular. He wore all dark colors. And he was drop dead sexy. I smiled at him, my sweet inncocent smile. He smiled a crooked smile back, that made my heart stop then sprint into a beating frenzy.
I turned back around and tuned into Mrs. C. "And I think that all, you better get going now. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day."
"Bye, Mrs. C. See you later." I said and walked past the god. I smiled again and left for my first class. Math. 'Oh great. My favorite subject. NOT!'
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A/N: Like I said verryyy OOC. NO flames.
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