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I wake up the next morning, Friday, and put on a 'Bring Me The Horizon' t-shirt, some ripped jeans, I put a wallet in my back pocket and I have the chain attach to my belt loops, I put on a pair of black Converse, and a black and green Zumie jacket. I grab some pop tarts and head out the door. There's supposed to some new girl today, everyone's talking about her, they say she's been in jail, she's a lesbian, she was married to a man and killed him for money, the list goes on and on. Gosh, Forks is so small we'll start any rumor as long as we have something to talk about. I pull myself out of my thoughts and see Forks High School. I pull in the parking lot and notice and notice a new car, a 1967 Shelby Mustang GT, its primary color is red with silver stripes going down the middle. Damn, the new girl has taste… and money, obviously.
I look at my cell phone, school's about to start. I head off to trigonometry and take my normal seat next to Angela, I mumble out a "Hey,". She looks surprised, but replies with a "Hello,". After that, all the lessons fly by until lunch. Everybody seems so excited, looking around as if Lady Gaga is coming, then I remember, the new girl. Well I don't see her, whatever, she'll probably be just some new addition to Jessica's bitch crew, excluding Angela. I walk to their old table, because its' the only one empty where I can get some peace and quiet. I take out my ipod and put in my headphones. I start listening to Senses Fail's song 'Lady in the Blue Dress', when out of the corner of my eye I see Angela and Mike approaching. Well that's a change.
"Hey Bella," Mike says, his eyes shining. Yupp, he still has that golden retriever trait. Angela nods at me. "Ughh, so what are you guys doing away from the bitc-, err, I mean umm Jessica," I state. Wow, I had a nice cover… Mike laughs, and Angela lightly smiles but tries to hide it. "Well, Jessica's a bit pissed 'cause she hasn't met the new girl yet," Mike complains. "And you're always so lonely over here, it looked like you needed a change," Angela says looking comfortingly into my eyes. Damn, she's too sweet. "Hey you got new glasses," I comment. "Yeah, just recently, but not even Ben has noticed yet," she acknowledged. "Well they look cute on you, like most things you wear," I compliment. Okay, that didn't make me seem like a creeper at all. She blushes, and the bell rings. I head off to biology, Mike in tow. I kinda missed that, but I'll probably get annoyed by it soon.
I walk inside the classroom and go to my seat, where Edward and I used to sit, but now I have the table to myself. Which is good, most of the people here annoy me. I hear Mr. Banner start to talk and hear "Class, this is Sarah Mackey,". I look up toward the front to see the new girl. She's beautiful, she has straight jet black hair, her bangs are cut in an emo style. She has piercing forest green eyes. She has quite a small form to her. She's wearing a 'Misfits' t-shirt, a navy blue Hollister jacket, a turquoise beanie, skinny jeans, and black and grey checkered Vans. I realize I had been zoning out and I hear the end of Mr. Banner's blubbering "Okay Sarah, go sit next to Bella," he says. "Bella, raise your hand," he commands. "Dude, Mr. B, I'm at the table with the only empty seat, I mean unless Sarah has down syndrome I think she can figure it out," I respond. I hear Mike and a few other kids chuckling and I see a grin appearing on the new girls face. "Isabella, you have detention for a week," he seethed. Damn… Sarah goes to sit next to me, while Mr. Bitch starts talking about the assignment for today. She slightly nods at me. After thirty minutes of class and my work sheet finished, I notice the new kid sneaking towards the door. Well she has the right idea, this class is boring as fuck.
I wait about ten minutes and ask if I can use the restroom. I go to the bathroom and see Sarah there, joint in hand. "You know I can smell that shit from the end of the hallway," I state. "Haha, want some?" she asks, a smirk on her face. "Sure," I reply. I take a deep hit, bad idea. I cough hella hard. "First timer?" she laughs. I cough out a "yes,".
"Well, I can't guarantee you'll get used to it today, but if you want to do this again, you will," she commented. "Cool," I reply. I take another hit, cough a bit, then pass the joint.
"You don't talk much," she inquires. "Ughh, yeah, I know, I'm not much of a talker, and I pretty much hate people so…" I responded. "Yeah, I understand, most people are bitches, they can make you or break you, or give you some awesome drugs, then they're not worth hating," she agreed. "Hahaha, so you're a partier then, I guess," I respond, watching her light the joint and inhale, her pink lips wrapping around it. I wonder how they would feel against mine. Okay, fuck, what's with all my lesbian thoughts today? First my overly-friendly comment to Angela, now the new girl's lips? Fuck. "Well yeah, it helps with the drama in my life sometimes," Sarah answered, looking depressed for a moment then quickly recovering. "Well I've never really been to any big parties except for in Phoenix, but yeah it seems helpful," I remarked. "Well, Bella then you should go to Mike's party with me tonight," she states. "Mike Newton is having a party tonight?" I wonder. "Yump, want to go?" she questions, lighting another joint. Shit, is this the second or third? Well, who really cares, I'm way too giddy to argue. "Sure," I laugh out. Sarah starts laughing with me, passing me the joint. "What are you laughing at?" she struggles to get out. "I - I don't know," I giggle. "Oh, that makes sense," she replies. "What makes sense?" I question. "Umm, I forgot," she answers. We start laughing hysterically again. "Okay, dude, dude, dude, dude," I repeat. "What?" she blurts. "How long have we been in here?" I ask. "Well, I've been in here for about 30 minutes, you like 20," she responds. "Shit, Mr. Bitch is going to kill me," I yell. "Be quiet, man, and it doesn't matter we can just ditch," she consoles. "Oh yeah, let's go," I say, bouncing up. "Haha okay, man," she replies, throwing the very last of the joint out the window.
On the way out I run into Angela. "Hey Angie," I say, smiling like an idiot. "Ugh hey Bella, hey…" Angela starts. "It's Sarah," she replies, with the same idiotic smirk on her face as me. "Nice to meet you, where are you guys going?" she asks. "We're ditching, shhh, don't tell, k?" I beg. "Sure, Bella, for you, I won't tell," she responds, confusion in her eyes. I hug her, and I can see her scrunching up her nose, trying to figure out what I smell like, probably. I let go and skip towards the door with Sarah, stumbling when I open the door.