Chapter 2
Bella's P.O.V.

"Bella! College time!" Charlie screamed as he jumped up and down on the edge of my bed. I moved my feet and accidentally kicked him off the bed.

I quickly sat up and covered my mouth, "I am so sorry, Dad!"

He came back up with messed up hair and his reading glasses crooked.

"It's fine, kiddo. You just jumpy because it is you first day of college!" He was probably more excited than I was.

It was funny to see a middle aged man jumping on top of my small bed.

It was an interesting way to start the day, but it certainly got me moving. I picked out my clothes in a rush and I, for the first time this morning, checked the time.

It read Nine Eighteen.

I was relieved because my orientation was only at twelve in the afternoon.

I sat on my bed for a breather, and saw the picture my friends and I had taken in one of those Photo Booths. We were having fun and going crazy in the mall, when Cassia suggested that we should get our pictures taken.

I remember it perfectly. It was in the summer and we were let loose. Cassia, Sydney, and I were best friends until they decided to part there different ways.

Sydney decided she would join the Marines, and left last year. Cassia was offered a Scholarship for Fashion Designing in Europe. Typical.

Yet, I'm still here. Going to Washington College, and specializing in Biology.

"Stupid freaking biology." I muttered to myself.

I got off my bed and tore down that stupid photo that meant nothing to me now. I rolled my eyes when the cell phone in my back pocket started to vibrate.

I knew who it was too; Caller ID didn't have to tell me who was ringing me at ten in the morning.

Renee, Of Course.

My mother always had to call on the special occasions, which she supposedly could not make.

Since she married that tool of a guy, Phil, she has not been to any of those occasions I call Christmas; Birthdays; Thanksgiving; Graduation; and now the first day of College.

I sighed and pulled out the slim cellular phone.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

It was not the proper way to respond to your mother, but she didn't really send the "motherly" vibe around.

She probably loves her stupid little pink poodles, which I want to kill so much, more than me.

I prefer to call her Renee.

"Hi, Sweetheart." She spoke loudly into the speaker.

I considered if I should snap back with sarcasm or actually attempt to be nice. I went with nice. If I chose sarcasm, it would bring my whole day down. I will not let Renee ruin my first day.

I gritted my teeth but managed to get the words out.

"What's up, Renee?" I said in the nicest possible way.

She made a tisk sound, and answered. "Now, what ever happened to 'Hi, Mother, How was your morning? How's Phil? I'm so happy to be talking to you.' Hmm? I miss that."

"I'm hanging up now." I told her--knowing she would not allow it, and god forbid call Charlie.

"No, no, don't. Please?" I was about to shut the phone, but I decided to at least see what she wanted.

"Then what?" I asked impatient. I continued to pack my things into the large, black, leather, suitcase.

"Are you nervous for your first day of school?" She asked.

"No, I'm broken down because where I'm at, I cannot receive your pleasing calls." I said sarcastically.

"Aw, Its okay sweetie." Ugh. She obviously did not pick up on the sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, while she continued to drone on.

"Renee called me this morning." I told Charlie. Driving to the college would take a long time, so I brought up Renee.

He seemed uncomfortable. "Oh yeah? That's...nice, I guess." He said while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Not really, but alright." He chuckled, and asked.

"What'd she say?" He asked, sounding curious.

"What didn't she say? She's Renee." I laughed, and he looked at me with serious eyes.

"She is still your mother, Bells." He told me, while resting his hand on my knee. He pulled it away and it fell against the steering wheel.

"I know. She doesn't act like one, though. She lives down the street from us and can't stop in at least once a month?" I sighed and the conversation dropped.

It stayed quiet, except for the music in the background, until we had gotten to the college parking lot. It was full of cars, and I got out of the car as it stopped.

I could not wait to start, and get away from Renee's stupid phone calls about Phil, and my stupid room filled with memories of my old friends Cassia and Sydney and others.

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