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Arrivals

BPOV

Forks high school, a place I will always refer back to as a cage holding sheep. Followers of the pack are all students that reside there, needing some jock or a homecoming queen to lead them into a future that due to our current economy is destroyed anyway. I despise the place, everybody knows everybody and I'm just the daughter of the chief of polices ex wife. A knew bone for all the dogs think they can play with. An outcast. A social retard.

I'm currently sat in the passenger seat of Charlie's police cruiser, if I'm going to arrive might as well be in style, and what better than screeching sirens to accompany my presence (note the sarcasm). My red Chevy truck is down at the reservation being fixed up by the notorious Jacob Black so I guess the decision was walk and get wet or the cruiser and commit social suicide, I guess from this you can see how much I hate the rain. Some say 'why come to Forks? One of the wettest states in America, of course this must be fate!' Then they start bouncing up and down like a vampire on crack. The answer is 'fate has fucked up my life so far, don't see why it has reason to stop'.

Now to the reason I'm in this dam town anyway, first and foremost my mother kicked me out of her, where I would like to say home I can't because it's just a room above a curry house. Nothing much but it suits her. Anyway we were in the middle of an argument and she was livid, but Renee and anger don't mix so well. She started sticking her chin up flapping her arms about screeching, but all in all she just looked full. Like she'd just eat too much stew on a Sunday night, you know like them people do who eat tremendous amounts of fat all week then when it comes to the Sunday they eat stew thinking it will pay off for all the crap they've eaten so they eat shit loads of it, but aren't fooling anybody. Yeh she looked like that but slightly constipated at the same time. I told her this and boy did she blow her top screaming at me about having respect for elders and spouting words she thought were smart and sarcastic when she doesn't know the meaning of sarcasm, of course I retaliated, in pure self defence mind you. Of course all this resulted in me being here half by choice and half out of desperation.

Charlie starts rambling "Get out Bells we're here, try to make friends you got have got your whole senior year ahead of you here. I love you and well erm go on then."I get out the car to save him further embarrassment and leave him with a small nod and a wave, (he's never been very big on expressing emotion but I suppose neither am I). I awkwardly look around the prison like building hoping to find an entrance,trying not to draw to much attention to my self. Its not that I don't like meeting new people I do, but the residences of Forks aren't part of my crowd.

"Oh my god you must be like the new girl we're gonna be like besties , loving the whole goth look like so this season!" says the girl with the bleach blonde rag tails, in a nasal voice that could make even the toughest of men shudder. Cats claws scraping down chalkboard would be a good comparison. She looked like she had just woken up face planted her make up bag and drove to school in that acid pink coloured thing she calls a car. Her hair had obviously been died due to one inch long layer of black that sprouted from her head, and grease infested black curls seeped through her vivid coloured locks. I wonder if this was her trying to pull off the 'goth look'.

Her friend looks no better, in fact she reminds me of a Wotsit. You know those orange little crisps that just stink of cheese, nearly everybody likes them but there never the favourite. Due to the uncanny resemblance this girl could be a Wotsit impersonator, if there is such thing that is. Her mousey locks blend into her luminescent orange features, and her smile is fake and cheesy.

"Yeh like totally.."

The Wotsit finally speaks, now I bet your imagining a cool and collected voice that you see coming out of the mouthes of high hippies in seventies films. But no her voice is like a shrill high pitched call of a bird. The slowness and simplicity of her statement must either mean she can't understand why her friend is talking to me, the new girl in black jeans and a band she's probably never heard of on her t-shirt, or she was just plain and simply not bothered about my presence. I'd like to think the first option as I'd much rather be an anomaly to her than just out right boring.

"Yeh I suppose I am the new kid, well could you tell me where the reception office is please?" I ask politely.

"Was that like a police car you just turned up in? Oh my god were you arrested?" she squeals, completely ignoring my question, but I don't see why shes squealing me getting arrested isn't going to cause her any amount of pleasure what so ever.

"No that was my dad Charlie, he's the chief of police here and my truck is currently fixed up so i had to come in the cruiser. So no I wasn't arrested," no need to tell them about the five other times back home that I was.

"Now I really need to get to the office please could you direct me." I say probably sharper than need be but my patience is wearing thin and I don't need these girls thinking were 'besties'.

The Wotsit girl notchantly points over to a green door, where you can tell the paints been peeled off and repainted over a hundred times. I thank them quietly and learn that Wotsit girl is actually called Jessica and the other one Lauren, I tell them that the names Bella and quickly scurry off trying as hard as I can to attract the least amount of attention from onlookers.