It's not like you care about me. Why should you? I'm just some emo 17 year-old girl who is lost in translation. That's what Renee says when she calls, anyway.
Just so you know Renee hardly ever calls. She feigned pain when I said that I would move to Forks last year. Then she moved with Phil, her new husband, to Jacksonville and I rarely hear from her. Don't feel bad for me. I'm used to it. Actually, I'm glad that I don't have to deal with her leering tone when she pronounces herself more beautiful than me; more well liked than me, more everything.
And I'm glad she didn't make me stay with her. If she had, I would have never been able to meet the blade. And when she calls, that is where I seek solace-with the blade. Oh shit! Its 7:30, school starts in 30 minutes. I jumped out of bed-thank god I showered last night- got dressed, made breakfast and whisked out the door to my truck. Yes, this is the truck from Jake and Billy. On the way to school the radio blared, sending Tik Tok by Ke$ha out onto the wind. Of course the window was down. If I expected the "Thing" to have air conditioning, I was fucking crazy.
Why Tik Tok you may ask. Well, I happen to be a partier. And by partier I don't mean I go dance and make out with a few hot guys. I mean "partier." You know the type. I drink. Then, while I'm drunk I get high. While I'm high who knows what I'm going to do. It is amazing that I still have my virginity. Seriously, I'm not trying to be funny. I guess I should have mentioned that that one time at the movies, we weren't exactly at a movie. Tyler took me to a party. And we weren't exactly sober either. Why didn't I tell you? I was scared you would judge me.
I pulled into the school parking lot just as the bell rang signaling the time for 1st period to start. Fuck. I'm late. I ran into class-Charlie must not know that I was late- and thank goodness Mr. Bertie was sympathetic. "I'm so sorry! My truck doesn't like ice, I had to go slowly!" Such a lie, but he doesn't know that.
"Just don't let it happen again Miss Swan," he said, in the same monotone he uses for his lectures. If you look up boring in the dictionary, there is a miniscule picture of Mr. Bertie in there. I don't want to talk about class anymore, let's move on to lunch. I went to sit at my usual table, to see that it was occupied by a quartet of beautiful people. I looked behind me, and there was another there "Excuse me," said the angel, "I'm Edward Cullen, and these are my siblings." They all went around and said their names.
"Alice," said the short, pixie-like one with the incredible clothes.
"Jasper," wheezed the one with the eyes that looked scared all the time.
"Rosalie," muttered the gorgeous supermodel of a woman, albeit seemingly bitchy.
"Emmett," said the grizzly bear (figuratively speaking) with one arm around Rosalie's shoulders, and the other one gripping Jasper's arm, as if Jasper was going to leap out at me.
"Oh, hi everybody. I'm Bella Swan. I'm a junior here, and if you need anything let me know," I said quickly. Whatever. I might as well make it seem like the kids here are nice, at least for a little while.