Disclaimer: I don't own twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.
Chapter 1
Bella chewed on her fingernail, then started giving herself a pep talk. "You're over him, you're over him. He's not coming back, things aren't going to change...and you need to grade those papers in front of you." But that still didn't stop the tears from coming and she dashed to the washroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a 5.8 woman staring at her, she had big brown eyes almost too large for her face, a nose just on the edge of being curved and red lips. She was a brunette. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Why didn't she stop thinking it was her fault? It was his fault, he should be the one crying and feeling sorry for himself. But she had to carry on with her life, grade some 10th grade papers and then go home. She wiped the tears from her face and went back to the teachers lounge. Mrs. Gilson a 50 year old science teacher waved at her and she waved back. See, she said to herself. I can be like normal people, I can lead a normal life. She sat at her desk and started grading. 'God' she thought 'what papers, so many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors, what were the students doing? They would certainly embarrass her with their grades. Maybe, she mused. Maybe I should start keeping surprise tests and quizzes to ensure that the students keep their mind on work too. If this keeps going on, I'll be called to the principals office soon. Bella went to the nearby Starbucks. She ordered a skinny vanilla latte. This, she thought this was bliss. A vanilla latte in Starbucks in downtown Manhattan. Not bad, she thought for a girl fully independent, orphaned at the age of 4. She couldn't really feel sorry for herself...she didn't even remember what her parents looked like. But surely they must have been kind and loving people. But even life has unusual twists. One month ago, she would have said her life was perfect, she had a boyfriend, her job was going well , the students weren't giving her a hard time and she now believed books that said life was perfect. But one moment, one action had changed everything. Her life wasn't perfect anymore, it was wrecked by that cheating lying bastard Mike. She should have known, should have pegged him for a no strings attached person. It hurt. It still hurt...a lot. The guilt weighed on her mind, she herself asked questions at what she was doing and why. Now every step had to be taken calculatedly, looking down, above and sideways to ensure that she didn't step in a pile of mud. But one thing was sure. Life could never be perfect, that was a cliche.