Bella~
I have never, ever felt so disappointed in my entire life.
Besides that time my mom didn't get me a pony for Christmas… or that time when Uncle Adam gave me a pair of boxers for my sixth birthday—
I swear that man was delusional. (He was later diagnosed with dementia, go figure.)
—but besides those times, I have never been so disappointed.
EVER—as in, my entire life, I mean. Well anyway… Jacob was not only a year younger than me but he was also a student in La Push… or La Pull… or something like that (why does Washington have such confusing names for cities?).
Oh, and apparently we were friends when were like…fetuses or something. We made mud pies together (A.K.A. the only thing I can cook).
So now here I was, in front of this godforsaken high school…
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Welcome to Forks High School
Home of the Spartans
Established 1901
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I stared at the sign and sighed. I could already tell that this school would be boring—I mean, the sign was unoriginal. The Spartans? Seriously, I can name like fifty-gazillion schools with the same name for the team (1).
Anywho, I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and locked the door to my car (which totally looked better than all the others in the parking lot—seriously, a Volvo? APSHHHH.)
Well, I walked into the school and looked around, surprised that there were this many kids in Sporks High. I thought this town only had like 6 ½ people! I don't get it! I walked into homeroom and took one step through the door. All talking stopped and I blinked.
"Er… hi?"
"LYKZOMGWTFBBQ?!?! is ur name bella?" in the blink of an eye, some weird Gaysian kid ran up to me and was 'all up in my grill'
Yeah, I speak teenager. What now BIZZZNATCH?
"Erm, yeah that's my name? How did you know?" One word came to mind as the Gaysian smiled at me. STALKER.
"dude, lyk every1 knows ur name! im Eric!" I smiled awkwardly and waved the freak off. I pulled out a black notebook from my pocket and pulled out a pen.
"Eric… January 2… 2:30 P.M… hit by a van." (2) I slipped the notebook back into my bag and sat at a desk in the third row, trying to avoid any other stalker people.
"OMG hi Bella!" some random girl ran up to me and smiled. "My name is Jess! What's your name?"
"Uh…" I looked around the room for inspiration (I might as well entertain myself with his person. What's more fun than stupid people? I'll tell you what—NOTHING) "my name is er… Jacob Black! Yeah that's it…"
"Really?" she looked me up and down. "You don't look like a Jacob…" I rolled my eyes. Of course not you dimwit!
"I thought so too, I'm pretty sure my parents were drunk when they named me. Just call me Bella."
"Okay then!" she smiled. "Bella, we'll be great friends! As long as you don't try to steal MY man!" I quirked an eyebrow.
"And who might that be?" she grinned.
"I'll show you at lunch, mkay?"
"Ew, do you know how many calories this apple has?" Jess frowned and threw the apple into the trashcan beside her. "That thing has 120 more calories than I'll ever need!" I rolled my eyes and poked at my red jell-o—
Hm… I could've sworn I ordered the mac n' cheese…
—which according to Jess is "a moment on the lips and a lifetime on the hips"
Psh, I eat what I wanna eat, bitch!
"Oh yeah, so my man…" Jess scanned the room and her eyes rested on the open door leading from outside. She pointed to it and smiled. "There."
I looked in the direction she was pointing in and gasped.
Standing in the doorway was a guy (duhh). He was… how do I say this…?
Very pretty.
Like extremely pretty.
Like so pretty that if I were to look up the definition of pretty in the dictionary it would have a picture of him under it.
Yes, he was that pretty.
Damn it! Now I feel ugly! Stupid pretty man… lowering my self esteem, dammit!
That's it, fuck this jell-o shit.
"His name is Edward Cullen," she sighed dreamily. "He's super hot and completely modest about it and completely unattainable. Nobody can have him, not even me! I guess he thinks we're not good enough for him."
Is it just me or does she just love contradicting herself? "He's pretty" I said.
"Pretty? Not just pretty! How about insanely GORGEOUS?!?!" she squealed. I cried on the inside. Not another fangirl!
I poked the mysterious substance on my tray and decided to experiment with it.
I heard nasty cafeteria food bounces, lets give it a try! I scooped up some of the crap and threw it on the floor. To my amazement, it bounced. Really high. I grinned and watched it fly (high, into the SKYYYYYY!!!!) and fall.
Falling…
…Falling…
……Falling……
SPLAT!
I blinked, confused at first, grabbed my bag, and sprinted out the door.
Stupid bouncy things always getting me into trouble! First the bouncy ball in first grade, now the cafeteria crap in Edward Cullen's hair!
Life sucks!
(and then you die.)
So anywhore, I was staring at Edward Cullen who was staring at me so we were STARING AT EACH OTHER—
My god he's pretty
—so intently that I thought I was gonna start bleeding from all the staring!
Then (you'll NEVER guess what happened!)
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I ran like fuck!
I pulled out my schedule from my bag and skimmed it over.
Science next period, sweetness. Time to show the world how smart I am!
(1) Not once in the book or in the movie do they mention Forks High having a sports team of any sort… at least I don't care enough to actually go check.
(2) LOL, Death Note reference (thanks to my brother Jeffrey for the help on that!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight (thank god!)
Well this is NICOLE's story (ftw!) so don't get it confused with Kate's or Monika's future shtuff :)
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