AN: As promised, here is chapter four! I'm glad that you are all liking this story so far, especially since this is my first drabble story.

The next chapter will be posted on Wednesday. Enjoy!

Ch.4

Bella POV

The next morning my alarm doesn't go off and I end up waking up with only twenty minutes to get ready for school. I rush around the house, pulling on a random pair of jeans and socks while trying to brush my hair at the same time. I only stub my toe a few times thankfully as I run around upstairs. I grab my school bag from beside my desk and shove all the books I'll need in it as I start to head downstairs which is a bad idea. My socks slip on a step and my eyes widen as I go down hard, my head banging on a few steps before my body stops sliding down the stairs.

I groan and take a moment to stop and fight off the pain. I open my eyes and have to shake my head a few times to get rid of the dizziness. Slowly, I sit up but remembering my rush I carefully but quickly stand up, gather my books once again before grabbing my jacket and keys. I rush outside, being careful of the ice and climb into my truck before backing out quickly. Halfway to the school I remember the box of clothes that I want to get rid of that I forget but then something catches my eye. There on the floor of the passenger side is the Salvation Army box that I was going to get rid of. Charlie must have put it in my truck sometime last night or early this morning. I make a mental note to thank him when he gets off of work.

Usually I don't mind the slow speed that my truck goes at but this morning I almost pull my hair out in frustration. First bell rings at nine and right now it is 8:57 and I'm almost at the school. Somehow, I am able to park my truck in the school parking lot and rush to my first class all before the bell rings and the math teacher walks in.

I take my seat in the back of the classroom and I take my books out. I let out a sigh of relief, finally able to relax since I woke up this morning. First class drags by after my rushing this morning and as soon as I'm the next bell rings, I'm out the door and putting all my books back in my locker and taking out my biology stuff.

I walk into the biology lab and Elijah is sitting at his desk but looks up when I come in. "Bella," he says and motions me towards him. "I grabbed the exchange paper for you this morning," he explains as he shuffles through stacks of papers. "I swear I put them on my desk, and… there they are!" He grabs a small stack of papers and hands them to me which I put in my bag

"Thanks Mr. Smith," I say and turn around to go to my desk.

"Bella?" Mr. Smith asks and I turn back around.

"Yeah?"

"You have something on the back of your neck, is that blood?" I lift my head to the back of my neck and there is a damp liquid there and it seems to be coming down from the back of my head. I pull away my hand and my fingertips are red with blood. Immediately I switch to breathing through my mouth and raise my clean hand to the back of my head, feeling for any type of wound which I can bet that I got from falling on the stairs. My fingers brush against a long cut which causes me to wince in reflex.

Elijah is still looking at my bloody fingers and says, "Yes that is definitely blood. Turn around."

I turn around silently and am happy that most students hang out in the hallways until the bell rings. Elijah parts my hair and sucks in a breath when he sees the cut. "What happened Bella?"

"I was in a rush this morning and tripped on the stairs. I must've hit my head harder than I thought." I shrug to show it's not a big deal because it isn't, I've actually been lucky that I haven't gotten injured in the last few months.

Elijah lets my hair drop and I turn around to face him. "You should be more careful Bella."

I roll my eyes, "That's not really possible for me but I'll try. So do I need to go to the nurse or the hospital?"

Elijah grabs a pen and a piece of paper off of his desk, "The hospital, the cut may not be bleeding too much anymore but it is fairly deep and needs stitches. I'll give you a permission slip that you can show your other teachers when you get back." He finishes writing on the slip of paper and hands it to me. "Be careful while driving though Bella, if you get dizzy at all promise me you'll call your dad and have him pick you up."

His dark eyes bore into mine and I nod, you never know what could happen with head injuries so I'll be even more careful than usual. I walk back out of the school, secretly glad that I have someone there that cares for my wellbeing besides Angela. It may be weird that he's almost older and I'm friends with him but I'm fine with it. And no matter what people may think, I do not remotely have a crush on him.

The entire trip to the hospital, waiting to get some stitches, getting the stitches and driving back to the school takes almost two hours so lunch has already begun when I get back. The doctor warned me not to put my hair up in a high ponytail or to brush my hair too roughly or I may pull the stitches out. The rest of the day passes by quickly and thankfully no one asks me where I was in the morning.

When the final bell rings everyone rushes out of the classrooms while I take my time getting to my truck. I then drive down to the local Salvation Army drop off where I drop off the box before getting back in and driving to work.

Once at Newton's I change into my work shirt, clock in and head behind the counter with a pen and the exchange papers. I mechanically write out all my information before getting to the area of what I'd like to learn. I have to pause and think for a few minutes there. What do I want to get out of this experience? I know that I want to experience different things and see new places but what else?

It comes to me like a flashlight being turned on and I hurriedly write it down. I want to learn more about different communities' cultures' and how history shaped the town. I want to see if any towns still practice old traditions while bringing in new traditions and ideas. Then, I can hopefully use this new experience in my college education and maybe it will help direct me in to a certain career. It may seem like a fake answer but that is really what I want to do in my life.

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