I'm sorry that I don't write longer chapters but I don't have much time! Thank you all so much for reading! I really appreciate reviews and ideas. I can write a special chapter if you request a certain idea or something like pranks which should be coming up in later chapters! A/n Bella is clumsy but she is amazing a gymnastics, please don't hate me for straying a little!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story line.

BPOV:

Oh great. Now he's staring! Say something!

"Um, yeah, that's me." Great Bella, just great, now he'll think you're mentally retarded! Luckily for me though he just chuckled. Class started then, we were doing the stomach and intestine, I had already done it so I spent the entire lesson passing notes to Edward.

(Bold: Edward italics: Bella)

You look bored

That's 'cause I am

Why?

I've done this before

Ah, I can see how that might be a problem

Not a problem just a nuisance

Why did you sit with Mike at lunch?

He asked me to

So you'd sit with anyone if they asked you to?

Pretty much

Would you sit with me?

If you asked me to

Fine, will you sit with me at lunch tomorrow? OMG OMG OMG!!!!!

Certainly

Sooo… how's life at home?

The one question I didn't want him to ask

Fine I lied, I don't think he quite believed me but at least he let it go.

What's your fave colour?

And just like that we ended up playing '20 questions' for the rest of the lesson. He asked what I had next. I checked my schedule and internally groaned. Gym. My one downfall. Unless it was gymnastics of course; I had taken classes since I was 5 and was going to go in for the nationals when I had (irrationally) decided to come and live with Charlie to let my mum travel with Phil, her new husband.

"Gym" I told him, sighing.

"I suppose you don't like Gym then"

"You suppose correctly"

"Don't worry, I'll be there to catch you when you fall" He said. Yay! I had another class with him!

He walked me to Gym and left me at the changing room door where I continued to sink into a trance – I was going to sit with Edward Cullen, THE Edward Cullen, at lunch tomorrow, and according to Mike, that never happened EVER!!!

I changed into my new gym clothes (just long enough to cover the bruises on my arms, but the one on my leg was visible, I could blow it off as falling over, after all, I was clumsy enough) and trudged into my personal hell (2nd to Charlie's house). I saw Mike glare furiously at Edward when he came up to me. *swoon*

"Coach says we'll be doing Gymnastics today, I'm gonna go help set up. You okay with that?" awww he was so thoughtful!

"Course" I said, I felt like I was high, I could actually survive this lesson!

Once all the apparatus was set up, we waited for instructions. They were simple – create a routine on your own - I decided to use the routine I had been practising for the nationals.

I did my stretches and a couple of 'splits', Edward (and most of the surrounding boys) gasped in awe at my one handed hand-stand but I decided not to give too much away and concentrated on the movement in between the flips.

We had to perform at the end of the lesson. From what I could see, none of the girls were very good. Edward was better but he was more strength than flexibility. Finally, it was my turn. I closed my eyes and took a cleansing breath.

I ran into a cartwheel and did a back flip immediately afterwards. I heard gasps but focused on the next moves. I did a spin in mid air and did a backwards handstand. I flipped myself up afterwards and continued with the complicated routine. I finished with a flip that led into the 'splits' and suddenly everyone was clapping. I was just pleased that I didn't stumble, I knew I would be a bit rusty but all seemed to go perfectly well. Miss Slade (P.E. teacher) called the class to order then and awarded me the certificate for 'best routine in Gym' that she had promised the winner.

Most of the girls stormed off in a huff and muttered things like 'show off' and 'mine was better' which made me laugh.

"That was amazing! I thought you said you didn't like Gym!" Edward breathed in my ear.

"I don't, but I never said I didn't like Gymnastics!" I laughed and flitted into the changing rooms. The girls paid me no attention again, for which I was grateful, I didn't want them seeing the bruises and asking me about it.

I drove home in my old red Chevy which Charlie had been forced to buy by Renee. I knew he would, he would do anything for my Mum, and secretly I'm sure he's still in love with her. I think that's why he hurts me, because Renee left him and he blames me.

When I got home I was happy to see that Charlie was still at work. I checked the fridge to see what I would be cooking for Charlie tonight, only to find that it was empty. He obviously ate a lot of take-aways.

I grabbed my purse and for the second time that day headed out of the house. I drove to the grocery store, luckily it hadn't moved since last time I was down here, and bought enough food to last us for a week. When I arrived home again I started preparing the fish. I skinned it, took out the bones, sprinkled breadcrumbs over it and drizzled lemon juice over it. It was ready after just an hour. Just in time. I thought as I heard the front door slam. Charlie was home.

I put the fish on the table and tucked in. Charlie did, too. I washed up quickly and heard the door slam again. He was out to get drunk. Again.

I went upstairs and lay on my bed, listening to the soft music coming from my CD player. I had plugged my Ipod into it; they were parting gifts from Renee and Phil. I listened to Yiruma 'The River Flows In You'. It was my favourite song.