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Discalmer: I DONT OWN TWILIGHT... but i wish i did! :'(

BPOV

Listening to Sister Margareta, the school principal go on and on about how we're seniors now and how younger students are going to look up to us for guidance. We must have respect and be responsible for our actions. Yeah she wouldn't know responsibility or respect if it bit her on the bum.

My name, By the way, is Isabella 'Bella' Marie Swan and I turned seventeen a few months ago. I am currently in my last year of high school at St Victors, which is situated in the middle of Forks, Washington, and next year I plan to go study law. Personally I feel that graduating at the end of this year would be the least if my problems. Believe me, I could write a book about problems. Yet my mother say's that as long as we have a roof over our heads and food in the cupboard we have nothing to worry about. Her naivety really scares me.

We live in Forks, a suburb just out side Seattle and ten miles away from any mall. Forks have to facades. One is of beautiful tree-lined streets with gorgeous old homes and the other, which is supposed to be trendy, has old terraces with the view of the neighbour's clothes line. As you look out my window you know what part of forks I live in because in my eye range I can see at least twenty different styled clothes lines. We, my mother Renee and I have been living in this house for as long as I remember but until I was twelve we rented, our landlord sold it to us for a great price even though I calculated that it would be paid off by the time I was Thirty-Two.

My mother and I have a pretty good relationship. One minute we love each other to bits and have hours of meaning less conversations then the next were yelling out at each other, making the roof start to crumble above us. She works at the local hospital as a nurse, she's always loved to help people in need and that's one of the things I love about her, she puts others needs first before her own. The hospital is in Port Angeles, which for my most despising thing is that it's close to my nonna's house. Which really gets on my nerves, don't get me wrong I love my nonna but there is just sometimes where I don't even want to look at her.

My mother is pretty strict on what I get to do or not, but my nonna always try's to put her say in too, which gets on all of our nerves. The two of them are always at it like two fighting fish. My grandmother thinks if someone from our family is look after me its fine but if I want to go on a school camp she thinks' ill get murdered or raped something stupid like that. Day's when we are all together let's just say it's close to World War Three.

So not being able to go out is one of many problems. My biggest is going to a school where it's all rich kids rule, rich kids are captains so why did I get vice-captain? I don't have a clue, I always get hand-me-downs, nothing new and expensive like the rest of them do but I like it like that, it reminds me that I'm me and that's the way I like it.

Society, I think I had the worst. My mother was born here so as far as the Italian's were concerned we weren't one of them. Yet because my grandparents were born in Italy we weren't fully American either. The reaction from other Italian mothers about how my mother wasn't married drove me off the wall, hey she took care of me, bathed me, gave me food, and got me to and from school, What do those other mothers do because from what I can see is that they brag and bully other people that aren't like them and that reminds me a lot of Tanya no one wants' to be like her. My mother slept with the boy next door when they were six-teen, and from a decision his family moved to Chicago. She lost contact with him and never wants to talk about him, but she did let me keep his last name. We do know he is a police chief somewhere in Chicago but we never want to find him we are happy the way we are.

I got pulled out of my internal debate when the back doors of the auditorium opened. There in two lines were boys, different ages, different hair colour, different sizes and shape, different everything, so I suppose that everyone is different really is true. At the front of the line was a boy about 5' 10 I can't really be sure, with freckles across his baby face, making him look adorable. They piled up behind us, whispers were surrounding the room from boys and girls alike.

"Attention ladies and gents could I have the captains and vice- captains up here please?" Sister margarita said as she hushed the room.

Rosalie tugged on my jumper well, hers because I had to get changed from that stupid car. Rosalie is one of the most beautiful females I've ever seen and that's after my mother. She's six foot, long natural blond hair and has the body any model would kill for, standing beside her made me feel invisible. She always try's to tell me I'm beautiful, but that never gets through.

Once we were up on the podium, we looked at the boy's captain and vice, Man were they Hot.

One would be at least six foot- ten , he was huge not in the tall way either he had the biggest muscles iv ever seen. Looking at his face the curly hair hung in his brown eyes and dimples that made you just want to smile. The other male was six foot 3 and had the most strangest brown not-been-brushed hair I've ever seen , it has a softness to it that makes you want to just put you hands through it, I would it I could.

"These ladies and gentlemen are your leaders for this year, if you need any help don't be afraid to ask" Sister margarita's voice said

As I stole another look at the males a pair of emerald green eyes found mine. I could stay looking in his eyes this way forever.

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