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Last Chapter

"Ready?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." I got up again. "Let's go."

This time in the truck, Jake tried making small talk, but he soon dropped it after not getting any responses. "Uh, thanks again, Bells. For coming down and visiting. Come by anytime."

He got out of the truck and I left to go home, not bothering to say good-bye.

Chapter 2

School. I hate school. It's pointless. Especially here. Why can't I just be home schooled? I don't see why not.

It was the first day and I was already tired of it. I wish people would just stop staring at me. It was quite disturbing. Luckily for me, the bell rang for lunch and people ran to the cafeteria. Well, that was until the door opened and they saw all the snow. Great, just friggin great.

I trudged on through the crowd, hoping not to get hit. I made it to the cafeteria doors and was opening it when my luck fell through and I got hit. Hard. Right in my side. I fell against the door, breathing hard as the snowball hurt. BAD! I wasn't worried about crying. I've had worse.

A huge guy came over to me, laughing but trying not too. His expression just made my angry click. I've had enough.

"WHAT!!DO YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY!!!HUH!!!!DO YOU THINK YOU CAN THROW ANY HARDER!!!!!!" My side was hurting really bad now. I would definitely have a bruise.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I was just having some fun with my family." He looked kinda scared. Well, it wasn't everyday I blow up on people. I looked behind him and saw two girls and two guys. Plus everybody else at our school.

"Yeah, well, keep it to your family. Let them get hurt by your idiotic throwing." I turned around and went into the cafeteria. I heard laughter and clapping from outside, but I just got my lunch and went and sat down by some girl I knew from spanish or some other class.

"Hi." I said, plopping down in a chair.

"Hi." She said weakly. I gave her a little smile to let her know I wasn't mad at her, she looked relieved, but then looked behind me and away. I too looked behind and saw everybody in the lunch line staring. The family that hit me went past my table, the blonde girl giving me a death glare. I didn't care. They sat at a table in the back and the girl kept glaring at me. I kept my face bored looking and deadpan as she just kept getting more frustrated at me not looking away. It was quite amusing. She finally broke and screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT????"

Wow, now my ears were hurting too. I didn't think she could scream that loud and still have a beautiful voice. I gave a chuckle and saw that the tall blonde boy was laughing too. I turned my attention to my table, not even caring to look back over at the table. "So, what's up at this school?"

"What?" The shy girl asked.

"Never mind." Why bother to ask questions? I decided to stay quiet all through lunch. Everybody was too. They gave me weird looks and quickly looked away. Finally the bell rang and everybody left. I stayed sitting and just looked at nothing. How had my life come to this? I laid my head down on the table and soon fell into a daze. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken. I had a flashback of Phil waking me up in bed to hit me because Renee was late getting home. I screamed and jumped out of my chair. I instantly became mad when I saw who it was. The big huge guy who hit me.

"Before you say anything, please, let me apologize. Please?" His eyes looked sincere, but I didn't believe him. I lost hope, trust, and pretty much everything else in the last few years.

"Yeah, thanks for scaring me to death. You didn't--"

"I'm sorry, I just thought you just closed your eyes." Lie. I knew that one was a lie. He knew I was asleep. He just did. (AN:remember people, vampires can tell if your sleeping because of your heart beat and breathing.)

"Liar."

He looked surprised and was like a deer caught in the headlights. "Okay, fine. I knew you were asleep, but I had to-"

SLAP!

I pulled my hand back, not showing the pain that it took on impact. His head didn't even move. My hand was throbbing, but I just kept it by my side. The same side that was hurt by him. I brushed beside him and walked out of the cafeteria and to the nurse. I would need an icepack for my hand and maybe for my side. But definitely for my hand. It might be broken, it hurt so bad.

By the time I got to the nurse, my hand was swollen and red. Purple and blue were starting to show. When I got to the nurse, her eyes went wide and asked me what happened. I made up an excuse, easy for me to do, that I slammed my hand in the locker. She believed me and a quick look at my hand, she sent me to the hospital.

I hate hospitals more than I hate school. I've spent way too much time in the E.R. already and here I was going back on my first day of school. Oh well, I guess I can see how slow it is here in the waiting room. The nurse drove me and we waited for only a little bit, about ten minutes. I was surprised, but also at the same time, not. The nurse left me, telling me that Charlie would be here soon and not to worry.

After the xrays, I went to a small room and waited for the doctor to show up. After five minutes, I plopped down on the bed, closing my eyes. I heard the door open a few minutes later, but didn't get up.

"Isabella Swan?" A melodious voice said.

"Yes." I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Well, the good news is you didn't break it. You came close, but it's going to be swollen for awhile and the nurse will be here to tell you what to do for it to let the swelling go down." I didn't hear anything, but knew he was still there.

"Anything else?" I asked, wondering why he was still here.

"What exactly happened to your hand?" This time, I looked up. I was shocked by what I saw, but didn't show it. I wish I had doctors like that back in Phoenix.

"I slammed it in the locker." Yeah, for some reason, I don't think he's going to believe that.

"Really? Because the hand wouldn't be swollen like that if-"

"Fine. I hit something to relieve my anger." I was sitting up straight, looking at him in the eye. I had learned how to lie perfectly.

"Alright, then I'll leave you be." He left the room, leaving me to my own demise. I guess I didn't have to be so rude, but he...looked oddly familiar. Where have I seen him from?

Ahh! Uh-oh. Hopefully he's not my regular doctor.