I have been gone for a long time and apologise for that. Real life just got a bit unbearable for a while and writing in the state of mind I have been in was not a good idea. I wrote this chapter only to realise that it was badly written and suicide-inducingly depressing. So here is the new chapter, re-written and hopefully entertaining...

EPOV

It had been two weeks since Bella had come into our lives. It had been just over a week and a half since she had talked to me. Nothing other than 'please' or 'thank you' had passed her lips toward me since our little talk in the bathroom, and even then it was only in polite company.

She had started school on Monday. It was now Friday and the reaction to Bella from the students of Forks High had been evenly divided. On the one hand there were guys who wanted to get up close and personal with her, and girls who wanted their share of her attention. On the other hand there were people who thought she was a slut. She didn't help with any of these things with the outfits she wore. I am as yet unsure how she didn't catch pneumonia with only those tiny pieces of fabric strapped to her body, but she managed, somehow.

I had spent the morning doing my normal lessons, one boring, two not. I was just reaching into my bag for an essay someone streaked past the window toward the carpark. After a second I realised that it was Bella. I got up and pushed through the classroom door, ignoring the demanding voice of my teacher, and ran after her.

I had always thought of myself as fit, but this was an effort. Eventually she came to a stop behind the gym. By the time I got there she was sitting just as she was in the bathroom the other day, back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chin.

I was out of breath, bent double as I started to speak, 'Shit. You move fast.' She didn't look too good. 'You okay?' Bella said nothing, but she looked green. 'What's wrong?'

'Do you care?' The look that came with this statement could have withered a flower at thirty paces.

'Yes.' There was a second, and then Bella buried her head in her knees and started to rock back and forth.

After a second I realised she was crying. 'Sorry. It 's just...'

'What happened Bella?'

She sniffed loudly. 'Ms Pyne started telling me that I wasn't trying in English... In front of the whole class. So I argued with her and she said I was being disruptive, I threw some stuff, and there were guests in reception, so she sent me to the classroom next door... where there was a class of students doind blood typing.' She started shaking. 'I hate blood...' She put her head in her hands. I moved to sit next to her, putting my arms around her and resting my chin on top of her head. 'It's okay Bella...'

It was then I smelt her breath.

BPOV

'Bella, what have you been drinking?' I looked at Edward's face, and seriously contemplated lying, but I realised that he would have had the truth out of me at some point. And I didn't want to have to have Carlisle and Esme involved.

'Smirnoff. But it was just a little bit. Alcopop, honestly.'

I could see a dark car entering the school site on the far side of the car park. Edward looked as if he was about to speak, but I cut him off, 'Carlisle.' Edward looked up. 'Shit!' He reached into his bag and pulled out some breath mints. He handed them to me, 'Here.'

Within a couple of seconds of leaving his Mercedes Carlisle had spotted us. Within a minute he was in front of us. 'What's going on? I get home from a shift only to get a call saying that two of my children are A.W.O.L from class.' He didn't look angry. He looked concerned.

'Bella isn't feeling very well.'

'That isn't the story I got from the school.' Carlisle bent down so that he was facing me. 'They are considering excluding you for the window Bella. You could have hurt someone.' I couldn't help it. I started crying. 'I'm sorry. She started shouting at me, and then I couldn't take it any more.' I felt Edward's arm tighten around me.

'Wait right here you two.' Carlisle headed toward the main school building. As soon as he was out of earshot, 'You broke a window?' Edward started laughing.

'Funny?' Edward nodded while laughing and clutching his knees for support. 'Oh yes. I've been paiting for someone to do that in Ms Pyne's class for years.'

'Well i'm glad someone's gettting enjoyment out of my impending exclusion.'

'Don't worry. Carlisle has favours to call in. I'm sure your punishment won't be too bad.'

***

I shook my head. 'No.'

'Look. Bella, if you do this there will be no other punishment from the school.'

'No. Not a chance.'

'If you do it, you can have a trip back to Arizona sometime, see your friends...'

Damn. He had me there. Something it would be almost impossible for me to do my self.

'So you'll see the Ed. Psych then?'

'Sure. It's only my life huh?' If it wasn't for the possibility of seeing James I have would still been refusing to meet with another educational psychologist, or psychologist of any kind, however, I needed that trip. 'When do I start?'

***

'So, Isabella. Why do you think you are here?'

'As a punishment.' This place smelt like hospital, but without the additonal fun of drugs.

'What are you hoping to get out of this process?'

How do you answer a question like that? I would really like to know all the things that are wrong with me. I really want a buddy to tell all my life story to. Help, save me from myself.

'To not get kicked out of school?'

'So you have a wish to stay in education?'

'What kind of a question is that!?'

The psychologist just waited. Her name was Anna. I thought she resembled a toad.

'Yes.' She wrote something down on that stupid pad that all psychologists seem to have stuck to their right knee.

'When was the last time you were violent toward another person?'

'A while ago. You have this written in front of you.'

Silence. Nothing.

'Two and a half weeks ago.'

'You don't count yesterday?'

'Evidently not.'

'What sparked that last attack?'

I ignored this. She had taken under ten minutes to find a topic I wanted to avoid.

'The police report says Ms Moreno insulted your mother...'

Nothing.

'...said she was a whore'

Blanking her...

'Do you think of your mother as a whore Bella?'

I snapped. In a second I was up on my feet. 'What kind of person asks that question? I was eight! Of course I didn't see her as a whore! I didn't even know what one was!'

More nodding. More notes. God. This was going to be long...

I'm sorry that this chapter is a little brief. I had limited time but I couldn't leave it any longer. I should be able to update again in the next couple of weeks before I have to take another small break.

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