Chapter One: This is me.
Dreams have always been a blur of images, faded memories that my mind is trying to hold onto. I have never given them much thought, because by the time I'm awake those memories fade away. It's usually of a man and a woman, and I'm looking up at them, a filthy looking apartment in the background as a carousel turns above me.
I think they were my parents, my birth parents.
Dad has a pair of thick rimmed glasses placed on the tip of his nose, a suit donning his body, and dark brown hair neatly combed over with gel. Mum has strawberry coloured hair, perfectly curled at the tips, to go along with her light green eyes and a beautiful summer dress. There smiles make them seem like the perfect family, that's until there's a loud crash, then darkness.
All I have from my past is a brief case filled with documents that belonged to my grandfather, and the same pair of glasses that my dad was wearing in my dreams. I know his name is Peter Parker, and that he is dead. Charlie found out through the police files that he died in a house fire, no recorded burial grounds or funeral plans, its just like he died and nobody cared enough to organise anything for him.
I've tried to piece together the broken shard of memories that remain of him and my mother, but I can't. I gave up on the briefcase which continue useless office appliances like a calculator some old coins and scientific files filled with equations too complex, even to my understanding, and I'm in the higher tier of my science group at school.
I had a family anyway, I had Charlie and Renee, I had a place I could call home. Somewhere with shelter and food, and with people who care about me, blood didn't matter to us, because they were the ones who raised me and made me into the person I am today.
My alarm clock took the opportunity to annoy me with its high pitched shrill, right beside my ear, and I shot up in bed, hitting across all the buttons on top of the useless box, until one made the ringing stop. My vision was all blurry, the objects around me out of focus, and I look down nearly blindly searching with my outstretched hand across my bedside table for my glasses.
I push something cold and smooth and hear the all too well clink as the glass cup filled with water falls to the ground, thankfully not smashing. Grasping onto the frame of the large rimmed glasses, I open them and slide them up the bridge of my nose, when the objects all become crystal clear around me.
"Damm it." I mumble to my self, looking down at the soaked sheets of my homework for Mr. Banner.
I worked so hard on these notes, only to have them ruined by my own stupid clumsiness. Now I'll have to try and write six thousand words worth of an essay by tommorow.
Mad at myself for my own stupidity, I swing my legs off the bed, and decide to start getting ready for school before I miss the bus. Standing up, I look straight into the reflection staring back at me before me. I'm scrawny, my bones prominent against my pale skin, it's not that I'm unhealthy I just have no muscle on me. I'm average height, I have average brown eyes, average brown hair, and I basically am just a average girl.
I guess the reason why I don't have many friends is because I look like a geek with my old fashioned mens glasses,that have a bit of sellotape around the top of the arm of the right side of the glasses to keep them together after Flash stood on them. My only true friend is Harry Oscorp, we have been friends for god knows how long, and we share the same taste is science and the same taste in hating Flash.
Sighing, I stray away from the mirror, walking into my separate bathroom Charlie had installed, and flicking the switch to the light on. Once I'm stripped of my pajamas, I take my time washing my body under the warm pressured water that the shower provides. Using my washing set that Renee brought me, the steam filled room slowly starts to fill with the hefty scent of strawberries.
After my shower, I quickly run a brush through my straight hair, and as the blow dryer does is job, my curls start to form again. I don't own any makeup, so I don't have to waste time trying to apply that stuff to my face. I nearly fall as I scrambled back into my room.
Posters, equations and pictures hang on the wall mapped out around me. My room is a complete mess. My bookshelf a disarray of open books, underlined sentences, empty packets of food and scattered clean clothes litter the floor.
"Bella?" I hear Renne call, before the door handle jingles.
My metal lock on my door prevents her from entering my room.
"Bella? You're going to be late for school. The bus will be here any minute, hurry up." She scolds me, her footsteps soon after retreating back downstairs.
One benefit of not having your own car is catching the school bus. The downside is it's me who is catching the bus, and very often i miss it and am stuck walking the sidewalk alone, and end up going to school looking like I just went for a dive in a pool. Most of the students who take the bus just take it so they can hang out with there friends at the back of the bus r to save fuel.
Harry's dad is a multi billionaire, the Oscorp tower stands a proud building in the center of Port Angeles, not too far from Forks, but it's at least a hour drive. Harry has expressed to me time and time again, the responsibility he feels for when the company will be passed down to him when his father dies.
I ravage around my pile of clothes on the floor, putting some plain blue jeans on, some dirty white pumps, a white vest and a baby blue checkered cardigan to go over the top. I was in a rush,my glasses tipping down the bridge of my nose, as I hopped pulling my jeans up. I heard the beep from the bus from outside, its blaring horn muffled by the walls.
"Damm it." I muttered allowed for the second time today, instead of tying my shoe laces I simply tuck them into the sides of the shoes.
Yanking open the door, the first thing I hear is my mouth shout from the kitchen.
"Bella!-"
"I know, I know, I'm going. Love you!" I shout out to her, sprinting down the steps, banging into the wall as I go.
I grab my coat slipping and bag, as I go past the door, quickly racing to get outside. Just as the pitter patter of rain hits my ears, so does the screeching of tires,a s the bus begins to pull away from the front of my house.
"Hey, wait!" I scream, throwing my arms clumsily into my sleeves and hiking my bag up my shoulder.
I look down wearily at my loose shoes, and the slick road ahead of me. I knew I was too uncoordinated to make it to the bus in one piece, but I couldn't risk waking all the way to school in this cold downpour, when the yellow bus was still in sight. My legs spurred me on, as I began my awkward run for the bus.
I could see classmates from school, there faces pressed up against the back of the bus, as they pointed and laughed at me. The phones in there hands as the filmed me running along the road trying to catch up to the bus. I tripped up, nearly falling, as the wetness from the road caught me. Steadying myself, I ran even faster, clutching my bag against my shoulder. The bus began to slow as it neared its first bend.
When I managed to get in reach of the buses metal frame, I raised my hand slapping it against the side as I yelled.
"Stop the bus!" I shout from the top of my lungs, banging as I run along the side of the bus.
I look up seeing the students move from the back of the bus to the side so they can have a better view of me. My cheeks reddened from embarrassment and exhaustion.
"Stop the bus!" I shout once again my words more like a plea, as the muffled laughter from the inside continues.
My shoe lace slips out of the side of my shoe, and immediately I step on the loose lace, catching my footing and falling to the ground. My glasses fall from my face, and as soon as I get over the stinging burn in my palms and knees as they scrape against the wet tarmac, I pray they aren't broken. I look up groaning as I see the blurry yellow bus at a standstill a couple feet infront of me.
I stretch my arm out before me, patting the surface infront of me, before I finally feel a object. Placing the glasses back onto my face, I let out a small sigh at the sight of a small crack on the left lens. Nothing a bit of glass repair can't fix. I've had to stock up on a few bottle recently.
I push against the floor, my sore scraps on my hands stinging in protest as I do so. When I am on my feet again, I carefully jog up to the open bus door, taking the big steps up to the driver, as I yank my bag up my shoulder.
"Thank you for stopping." I quietly thank the driver, who barely nods his head in acknowledgement at me.
He gives me no time before starting the engine and hitting the pedal before I even have a chance to move. The bus roars and lurches forward underneath me. If it wasn't for me holding onto one of the metal poles, I would have flown through the windshield. With each small step I take don the aisle, each snicker I hear seems to make my stomach churn. I look at the empty seas beside people, each person shaking there head in refusal at me, like a threat. Even the weird kid who sniffs glue refuses for me to take a seat beside him.
I slide into the only seat I can. The one with the weird white stain that nobody ever sits on. Everybody but me. Nobody knows what the stain is, all we know is it can' be removed.I frown leaning my head against the window, and letting the cold glass cool down my flushed cheeks.
"Your such a loser Swan." I hear a girl from the back of the bus call down to me.
Just another day at school.
A/N
Heres a full chapter to act as the teaser chapter. So if you want more from this story, tell me becuase I sure do. It will be a Bella and Edward story, with some Jacob just like in Twilight. Harry and Flash are both from spiderman, and more spider man characters will be in this.
I am so excited for this story!
