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Thanks to those who reviewed. PS, I don't say OMFG or like a lot. I talk Hawaiian-English pigeon. Which is really bad kine grammar. But I only draft my stories in pigeon, so if I miss spell anything let me know!!! Sorry i haven't updated for a while. Science fair project is evil. '[. And i am writing another story. Okay here is your story.

Bella's POV:

It was war. She violated my property, and destroyed my closet. With the help of Charlie no doubt. I mean I cannot go to school with anything like this.

Popular Popular Popular that's all she wanted me to be. Dear God, I don't want to be popular. I don't want to be the new and improved Bella. I was fine. I didn't cut myself, I wasn't apart of a Satanic cult (I'm a witch, not an emo satanic crazy girl screaming hail satan in the middle of the halls damn it!!!) and certainly, I didn't want to be freaking POPULAR!!! Why waste my time to worry about how my hair looks, how my nails are done, how perfect my eyebrows are, if my clothes are slutty or not, and call myself fat just to amuse my peers. I didn't want to make Lauren hate me… I should not have to deal with this.

Someone, help me. I do not want to kill Alice. But she was the closest thing I had to a friend, perhaps even a best friend.

I had enough problems as it is, so I guess I've just got to deal with this myself. Even if it means being popular, It sounds like a freaking disease. God this is depressing. I need my tangerines or Clementine's. They are my healthy comfort food that I will never get sick of.

I went to the bottom shelf grabbed a few to snack on. I got up, closed the door, and saw a little post it note that I hadn't seen before. It read:

I know you hate me now but you haven't seen my vision about you. We are going running. Big track meet next month and you are going to win against Lauren.

-Alice

I sighed. I looked back in the fridge. There was lots of Gatorade, energy drinks, soy products, and protein shakes. I checked the meat drawer, to find organic meat, soy. I checked the vegetable drawer and there were premade salads, soy, and tofu. The fruit drawer had tangerines, apples, fruit salad and soy. I checked the freezer, and there were soy, tofu, and ice cubes. What am I supposed to eat? SOY AND ENERGY DRINKS! HA I DON'T THINK SO. I checked my closet, which had a mini fridge. Guess what I found, soy and tofu, and Golly Gee, A DIET SODA! A note which was attached to it read:

This is probably the only thing I will let you eat, that is carbonated. ENJOY!!!!

-Alice

Ugh! I hated diet soda. I love junk food. I eat like a lot and can never gain weight. My dad said that I should be fat with all the food I put away. Alice is going to kill me. It's not like she ever had to worry about getting chubby, she never had to eat. She is just adding the fuel to my fire.

Where the hell is Charlie anyway? I need to have a little talk with him. Oh goody, here he is. Its past one, and I sneak up on him.

"Hello, Daddy" I said when he reached the darkness of the kitchen.

"Oh, hey babe," Charlie said, trying to sound casual.

"Did you meet Alice Cullen, by any chance?" I asked coolly.

"Alice Who?"

"Cut the bull dad you are so busted. Why did you torture me? I mean honestly. I can't be popular, and you freaking invaded my privacy by sending her into my closet with PINK clothes!! You know I can't stand pink!!!"

"BELLAI'MSOSOSOSORRY!!IJUSTWANTEDYOUTOHAVEFRIENDS!!!COMEONISWEAR!!!!I'LLNEVERDOITAGAIN!!!"

"Well now that you apologized, you have to face the music. No more TV or junk food. Alice put me on a healthy food diet with loads of soy. If I have to be popular, so will you. Until I win the track meet, which is next month, you can't eat junk food or watch the game. If I catch you at Billy's house or at McDonald's then your car will be destroyed and you will have to live off of soy and Gatorade for another month. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Bella," he replied in sadness.

"Good," I said coolly. "Well, goodnight Daddy! I love you!!!" I added in an irritating cheerleader voice.

"Bella?"

"Yes daddy?" I said in that irritating cheerleader voice.

"Please stop talking like that."

"Hehehe. Like what do you mean daddy?"

"Like hehehe," he said in a mocking tone, "that," he added with an irritable voice.

"Oh this? Well this is a part of your like punishment. Goodnight Daddy!"

He groaned. "Goodnight Bella."