Bella's Past Part 1

Author's Note: I hope everyone likes this story! I know this is going to sound weird but please bear with me! Reviews are greatly appreciated, even the critical ones! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, much to my disappointment.

(Bella POV at seven years old)

Standing on the deserted front steps of Phoenix Elementary I took a glance at my wrist watch. I was the only second grader left at the school. Scratch that, I was the only student left at the school. Like always, Renee forgot to pick me up again. She really does act like a kid and not a mom. I sighed, this always happens.

Knowing that she wasn't going to remember me until dinner time I hoisted my backpack on, grabbed my lunch box, and rushed down the steps. Next, I was walking towards the usual place I go when Renee forgets me, which is everyday, the bus stop.

Many grown-ups looked at me with questioning expressions but they didn't comment. Rarely would someone ever care as to go up to me and ask where my parents were. I was used to this, it was the basic routine of my life. Adults in Phoenix never really wanted to give a what they thought was "annoying little girl" like me. The ones that did only spoke to me briefly, they had their own lives to go back to.

I sighed. This pattern wasn't going to change anytime soon. Finally the bus pulled over and without anyone glancing at me they all went on. I grabbed my lunch money to the bus driver and took a seat as far from anyone as possible.

It's true, I don't eat lunch. I went hungry every lunch hour because I needed the money for the bus trip. Teachers think that I am some sort of anorexic so they started giving me snacks in the school day. Of course I too eagerly agreed from being so hungry. Once they saw that I would eat and wasn't depressed though, the snacks stopped coming. That of course made my school day even more torturous.

I know how basically every single kid in America says that school is so terrible and that they would give anything to get out, but that was all lies. I'm the only one that gets it bad. I don't mean to sound so melo-dramatic but it's true. Everyday I get the next new thing, whether it's getting punched in the gut or having terrible rumors spread about me, basically the usual.

Renee cares about me, I can see that. She is just very unobservant. Renee can see my pain but never questions about it because she always thinks it has to do with my clumsy ways.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when the bus pulled to a stop, my stop. Being the only one left on the bus I got off. The nice driver knew where I needed to pull over so he goes out of his way every time to get me here. I thanked him and got off. At that moment I was standing face to face with the domain of torture, the ballet studio.

Yes, a ballet studio. I hate it! Renee signed me up. I don't see why though, I STINK ON ICE! (LOL I just had to add that. I used to say that all the time as a kid but I don't know why)

I tripped every five seconds, couldn't jump in the air without falling on my butt, and never kept time with any of the rehearsals we are doing. None of the girls liked me, apparently I was too poor and uncool for them. My teacher scowls at me every time I trip. All in all, I HATE IT SO MUCH!

I stepped into the studio with comfort. Comfort because I was the only one there. Coming here from the bus always makes me early. Sighing heavily I stepped into the bathroom stall and got changed into my tutu. Ugh! I really hate wearing those.

Exiting the stall I headed to what I call the mirror room and sat on the wooden floor. As always I had a half hour to kill before the others arrived. In that one half hour alone I practiced all of the dance steps on the golden bar. I can't wait till I can get taller because I could barely reach it.

I looked at myself in the mirror at each step, trying to make it as good as possible. Honestly, I do try to improve but I am just not a natural born dancer. I am not an athlete and I just don't think that is ever going to change.

A blaring car horn brought me out of my thoughts. The car pool was here. Christina, who is the instructors daughter, managed to specifically get her mother to pick everyone else in the class except me and bring them here every practice.

Soon everyone barged into the room. All of those preppy girls started getting really annoying. I know that they are much prettier than me, but there is a way to treat people and how they do is not it.

I sighed, this was going to be a LONG practice once again.

After being scolded by the instructor on how I was never going to become a ballerina and how I shouldn't even be in this class time was up. Once rehearsal was done the instructor took her daughter and all the other girls home while I sat once again alone in the mirror room.

Unlike most kids my age I didn't cry. Why should I, I am treated like this every single day.

Going back into the bathroom stall I changed out of my tutu and into my regular clothes. Once that was done I grabbed my back pack and lunch box and quickly walked out of that horrible place.

Walking to my house from the studio wasn't much of a hassle, I only lived a few blocks from there. The problem I did have though was the loneliness, the feeling of solitude. Shaking my head from side to side I tried to get those depressing thought to go out of my mind.

It was dark night at that point and incredibly starry, all together very beautiful. Digging through my pocket I found the house key and came in the house. Little did I know that my future was going to change sooner than I ever thought possible.

Sink or swim, good or bad, flames or no flames, you tell me! I know this chapter might have been a little bit boring but stay tuned just in cased, Bella's secret is going to take place soon! :)