EPOV
I hesitantly went through the kitchen doors to see James looking livid holding a broken vase in his hand. Oh, shit... I stared in horror trying not to think of what he will do to me.
"What's this?" He said through clenched teeth holding up the vase and its detached pieces. I hesitated.
"Uh... a-a v-vase..." I stuttered out trying to stay calm, which is obviously not working.
"Yes... but... it's... BROKEN!" I jumped back at his sudden outburst. "Look at these!" He half-yelled almost shoving the broken pieces in my face. I cringed.
"Y-yes..." I said trying not to scream in terror.
"Do you know who did this?" I stared at him to scared to say anything. He narrowed his eyes till they were little slits. "I said... who DID IT?" I took a big step back while he took a step forward. My back was against the wall and I had nowhere to run.
"I swear it wasn't me! It was probably the movers" I yelled. He punched me in the gut. I slid down a little from the wall. The throbs from the other bruises from previous beatings started to hurt. I groaned in pain.
"LIAR!" He hit me square in the face which made me fall to the floor. I moaned feeling the pain. I don't know why he's punishing me when I didn't do it! "Admit that you broke the vase and I'll stop." He kicked me in the side. My face was only a foot away from the basement stairs.
"Ok, I broke it!" I yelled. I was expecting him to push me down the stairs, he did it before, but there was no more movement around me. I carefully got up from the floor groaning here and there. I painfully trudged up the stairs to my room and lay on my bed. I closed my eyes and dreamt about a better place with the pretty girl from across the street.
BPOV
Monday
BEEP BEEP BEEP! Ugh! What the hell is that noise! I groaned while hitting the off button on my alarm. I got up slowly and dragged my feet down the stairs. I am definitely not a morning person. Charlie greeted me with a smile.
"Mornin' Bells!"
"Morning..." I slurred still a little tired.
"You seem tired." No shit, Sherlock. I nodded and sat down on the kitchen chair. The past few days last week were hectic. I had organized all my books in alphabetical order, and Charlie and I went shopping for groceries and went to Port Angeles to buy me some new clothes. A lot of people visited us to welcome me to Forks. Come on, I've been to Forks before, and I was actually born here. You guys are treating me like I never been here before. I had thought on some of the times.
I got up from my seat and started to make myself a bowl of cereal.
"Dad, did you eat?" I asked him. He looked up from his newspaper.
"Yeah, I have to go early to the station today," He said as he got up from his seat. I nodded and turned back to my cereal. I sat down on my chair. Once I was done, I jogged up the stairs into the bathroom, and I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I scanned through my closet and found a graphic t-shirt with a panda holding balloons shaped like a heart on it and a pair of medium wash skinny jeans. I brushed my hair until all the tangles and knots were out and put on some bracelets so my wrists won't look bare. I slipped on my worn out converse high tops and walked down the stairs almost tripping in the process. Yes, I am a very clumsy person... Charlie was waiting for me by the door. I pulled on my raincoat and fetched my bag from the living room.
"Ready, Bells?" He asked.
"Yup, I'm so excited for school!" I said sarcastically. He chuckled and opened the front door. Oh no! I have to go to school in the cruiser! If only I learn how to drive... I slipped into the passenger seat and he started the engine. The way to Forks High isn't that far from my house so the drive didn't take that long. We fell in line with other cars dropping off students. Once we were near the entrance, I opened the door.
"See ya later, Bella. Good luck! You're gonna need it." I smiled weakly and made my way toward the doors. Once I was inside, I looked over my schedule and map. My first class is English and it's all the way north. I followed the signs and finally made it to the right room. I sat down in the nearest unoccupied desk and set my backpack on the floor. More kids filed in as the time passed. I checked the clock to see that there was less than one minute till the be-
RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!
My thoughts were cut short by the bell. A tall but rather wide man stood in front of the class.
"Hello, students. I'm Mr. Klein and welcome to English 9! Hmm... that rhymed... Ok, these are not going to be your seats. I will assign your new ones..." He checked the clock, "...right now! So, come on everyone get your stuff and stand in the back of the room." He motioned with his hands to move back and we obeyed. He called the names in alphabetical order. Once he got to my name, I sat down on the seat and looked around to see who was in class. No one looked familiar to me. No duh, you never actually went to school in Forks. Yeah, I know, I was just pointing out the obvious. Riiiight... I internally rolled my eyes.
"Hi!" I turned my head to who said that. A light brown haired girl who sat right next to me smiled. "You're Isabella Swan?"
"Yeah, please call me, Bella." She nodded.
"I'm Jessica Stanley." She took out her hand.
"Nice to meet you." I said while I shook it.
"So, you're from Arizona, right?" I nodded. "Aren't like people there supposed to be like really tan?"
"Uh... I guess..." Before she could respond to my answer. Mr. Klein spoke.
"Alright class! I'm going to give you a quick rundown of this week's schedule. Tomorrow, all of you will be getting your grammar books, and Wednesday, you will get you Literature books. Thursday I will be giving you some diagnostic tests to see what to have learned in middle school, and Friday will be a surprise!" One person cheered with fake enthusiasm making the class laugh. Mr. Klein glared at him. He talked about what we will be learning this semester the rest of the hour. After class, I met this boy named Mike Newton who, in my opinion, looked more like a golden retriever than a fourteen or fifteen year old boy with his blond hair and icy blue puppy dog eyes and pale skin that almost matched his hair, and he really needs to get his tongue checked out 'cause it keeps on hanging out like what an actual dog does. I bet he was born in the year of the dog on the Chinese calendar too.
My next class is Ancient History. I sat in an empty seat waiting for the bell to ring. A pixie like girl sat next to me. She had short, inky black hair that stuck up in all directions which made her skin look more translucent than it already is, she had a jean skirt on with black sheer leggings, a purple plaid flannel shirt, and purple ballet flats that matched her top. She looked like she was bouncing in her seat.
"Hi! I'm Alice Brandon! You must be Bella Swan!" the bouncing pixie said as she took out her hand. I shook it.
"Yes, nice to meet you." She smiled. She asked me a lot of questions and I answered them as best as I could. Wow, she's a talker.
"Wanna sit with me at lunch, I doubt you know anyone here."
"Sure."
"Yay!" She clapped her hands rapidly. I giggled at her hyperness. The teacher came in and introduced herself. She had hair that was the color of... caramel? Yeah, that's it!, golden eyes, skin that was paler than mine and Alice's skin put together, extremely beautiful like runway model beautiful, and she looked like to be in her late twenties. What really got my attention was her eyes. I never seen that kind of color for eyes before... contacts...? Maybe... My eyebrows furrowed.
"Good morning, class!" She said in a cheerful voice. "I'm Mrs. Cullen, and welcome to Ancient History! I will be taking attendance so just call so I know that you are here." She started calling off the A's then the B's. "Alice Brandon?" Alice exclaimed 'here' waving her hand in the air excitedly. Compared to the other tired students, including myself, she looked like a pixie that ate too many pixie stix. When she called my name, I murmured a soft 'here' hoping that she heard me. Apparently she did and moved on to the next name. The rest of the hour, she told us what we will be learning this semester and the next one. She looked like a pretty laid back teacher, she doesn't look strict or uptight. She told us she wants us to have fun while we learn. She's my favorite teacher so far...
Next is Algebra. Great, I suck at it. The class was uneventful just a bored sounding teacher named Mr. Grope droning on and on about what we are going to learn this year. He gave us some practice problems and we were to complete them by the end of the hour. Wow, three problems that's sooo hard. I thought sarcastically. I read over the first question. I brought my eyebrows together. Damn, this is hard. I groaned internally. I figured out them as best as I could and finished writing down the last number just as the bell rang. I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and handed the paper to Mr. Grope. I collided with someone as I turned the corner to the hallway. We both fell to the ground.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I'm a klutz. Are you ok?" I asked concerned. She lifted her head up to meet my gaze. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail that was now messed up a little and her white framed glasses got pushed down to her nose. I glad I didn't give her a bruise or anything like that... She nodded quickly.
"Yeah, but it was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going," She got up and took out her hand for me to grab before I could respond to her answer. I willingly took it and she lifted me up with ease. "I'm Angela Weber."
"Bella Swan." She smiled.
"What's your next class?" I glanced at my schedule.
"Um... Spanish with Sanchez."
"Me too!" She beamed. I smiled back.
"Want to walked together 'cause I have no idea where I'm going."
"Yeah me neither, but I think it's near here, I'm not sure." We searched for the right room number until we finally found it with one minute to spare. We sat next to each other and talked about random stuff till the bell rang.
"Hola, class! Welcome to Español! I'm Señora Sanchez." After she introduced herself, she took attendance and told us what we are going to do this year and blah blah blah. Same routine over and over again. The bell rang at the end of the hour. Lunch, finally! Angela and I walked to the cafeteria and grabbed our trays. Once we got our food, we looked around the cafeteria. I was looking for Alice. A little hand was waving in our direction calling our names.
"Bella! Angela! Over here!" We quickly made our way to her table.
"You know Alice?" I asked Angela as we sat down.
"Yeah, she's one ball of energy isn't she?" I laughed and nodded agreeing with her. Alice chatted animatedly with everyone sitting at the table which I noticed were some people in my classes. I smiled warmly at them and got back to eating my food.
"Hey, Bella! What's your next class?" Alice asked me.
"Uh... Biology, I think..." She formed a frown.
"Aww, I have Algebra next." She said still pouting.
"That's my next class!" Angela exclaimed. I smiled.
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We hurried out of the cafeteria waving bye to Alice and heading off to the Biology lab. We were the only ones there except for a boy that looked strangely familiar. I stared at him curiously. My eyes suddenly widened. *It's 'him'* He didn't look up from whatever he was doing. I looked at him for a little bit more then Angela led me to one of the middle tables. We chatted about our teachers and I kept stealing glances at the boy. More people filed in and the bell rang.
"Good afternoon class! My name is Mr. Vanner. Now, first thing we got to do today is... two words," he held up two fingers, "Assigned seats." He started calling off names.
"Isabella Swan," pointed at a table in the back, "and Edward Masen." The bronze haired boy who just so happens to be my neighbor approached the table and sat on one of the stools. He looked at me curiously and I looked at him back. I sat on the chair next to him. He stuck out his hand.
"Edward Masen." He said. I shook it.
"Bella Swan." He smiled and I did the same.
