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A/N: Thanks to everyone of you who read this story I hope you continue reading it and like I already said, it's my first time writing in "public" so, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Life like it is.

Every day, it's exactly the same. I wake up at 6 am at the sound of the stupid alarm, beg to god today's as good as it could be. Get up, take a 5 minute shower, get dress in my typical jeans and baggy T, and jump to my truck so I can be at 6.30 at the coffee shop were I have to prepare lattes to the oh-so-popular girls from school till 7.45 am. Yeah, they make my day. NOT. Afterward I have to get to school, park my truck and the day begins.

"HEY! Look who's here! Is monsterbella!" yells some idiotic boy.

"It's not monsterbella you idiot, it's JUNKEEBELLA! Because she's just his father's daughter!" says idiotic Mike Newton and everyone laughs at his original joke.

I just sigh and continue to walk to class, by this time I'm already immune to this constant welcome everyday, but things get worse with every minute it pass. Sometimes when I arrive to my locker I'll find it full of post-its saying stuff like "bitch", "ugly whore", "useless shit", "your mom's a whore just ask my dick!", "you're just a waste of space", "wanna get high? Just ask your dad!" and other original phrases; that's in a good day. Other days I'll get to my locker, open it and find out that it's full of jelly, shaving cream or ice-cream. Guess who has to clean it out later. Yeah, Me.

Anyway, in a really good day I would actually find my locker free of anything and I just go to my english class where it is any better. I constantly get my chair off while I'm going to sit, so I find my butt in the floor and a class full of mocking faces laughing.

"You can't even make the action of sitting right! You're just so useless in this life I wonder why your mom didn't left you too!"

They don't know my real story, they don't know he was an schizophrenic and just assume that my dad left us. And every time they say that it hurts because I don't have the power to tell them their wrong, cause I really don't know if he wanted to leave and that's why my grandparents took him. He never bothered to call, nor send a letter. Maybe they didn't let him. Right?

The day goes on like that, me being pranked and bullied, and them just laughing and throwing things at me and by lunck my only peaceful moment is when I go to the girls room and not even then, since there is always some popular bimbo there to make my day much worse than it already is.

"Well, hello there Isabella" said Lauren Mallory —the school's most popular girl with Jessica Stanley— who was looking herself in the mirror applying some type of lip gloss that made her lips look super plump.

"Um, Hi..." I said timidly wondering what will come next.

"How are you doing today Isabella?" asked Jessica right next to her sending kisses to the mirror and making sure her slutty make up was just in place.

"Uh, um... Fine, I guess" I couldn't believe this girls where talking to me so nicely since they were the ones who marked me as their joke target.

"Oh well, that's great isn't it Lauren?" Jessica asked with this evil grin in her face.

"Of course it is, Jess. We wouldn't want little Isabella here be all sad and wet wouldn't we?" she answered with a mocking shock expression.

"Um, why would I be 'sad and wet'?" I asked really confused.

I had this feeling I needed to get out of there but Jessica was by the door just staring at me with this creepy face.

"Oh! You see Isabella" she said walking slowly to me while I started to move back, "you will be sad cause of this" at that moment she took my backpack and throwing it's content to the toilet.

"NOOO!" I shouted just as she flashed it.

Lauren was laughing right behind me, I could feel her breath in my neck.

"And you will be wet" she said grabbing me by my hair "because of this." she started pulling me to an other toilet while I yelled for her to let me go.

"Lauren please! Please let me go!" I shouted with all my strength and she just laughed and put my head right inside the toilet and flashed it a couple times.

Just when I was about to faint cause the lack of oxygen in my lungs the door opened and someone yelled at them to let me go. They did and laughed harder while they walked pass the person who told them to stop and just when they were about to get out the person told them something that made them stop laughing. I couldn't hear what they where saying, I saw black spots everywhere, and at the moment someone took me in their arms I couldn't help thinking "this is so not a normal day, well the saving part isn't."

And then I fell into blackness.

A/N: What did you think? Do you have any suggestions? Also, what part of twilight is your favorite so I can put it in the story! Hope you liked it! xoxo