Bella's POV

I lay back on my bed and sighed – Yet again, a party is thrown, and I'm not invited, don't I feel loved?

I remember when this whole bullying thing first started, how I used to sit at home, crying my eyes out and mumbling 'why?' over and over again, or how I'd stare at a mirror and point out all my flaws, telling myself, if I get rid of these, they'll like me, because they'll have no reason not to.

How stupid I was.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table – 01:47 Tuesday – Tuesday morning, meaning 1 down 6 to go, right?

Just then the door opened and in walked a drunken Edward.

"That's going to kill when you wake up in the morning," I mumbled.

In response he just stuttered out an almost inaudible 'Do I look like I care?' and then stumbled over to his bed.

"You will in the morning," I whispered so quietly that he couldn't hear me and then rolled onto my side ready to fall asleep.

The alarm woke me up at 6a.m – way too early for my liking.

I sighed and rolled out of bed, intent on having a nice warm shower before waking up the kids.

But you all know as well as I do that Edward is a giant dickhead, and very immature.

So he just had to push me out of the way so that he could steal all of the warm water – fucking asshole.

Might as well wake up the children first; to give them some extra time to get dressed.

I slowly walked from the bedroom, still tired, and started waking the children. Knocking on their bedroom doors didn't quite work, I had to actually go into the rooms and shake them awake, which took me about 5 minutes.

Great, nothing left to do until Edward gets his stupid ass out of the shower!

"Bella… Will you help me pick out an outfit?" One of the older children asked, a little girl, long blonde hair and bright green eyes.

"Sure thing sweetie…so what's your name?" I asked, taking her hand and letting her lead me to a door - Caitlyn, 7 & Savannah, 9.

"I'm Savannah Carissa Foster, people call me Cari for short, except my mom, she calls me Anna," she told me.

"That's a beautiful name," I told her.

"Thank you, my mom named me after my grandma," she replied.

"In remembrance?" I asked, 'Cari' just nodded in reply.

Well, now I feel rude, why'd I ask her that, she's only 9!

"Ok, so, you can't decide between the pink dress or the jeans and T-Shirt," I stated.

"Yep, which do you prefer?" She asked.

"The dress, definitely the dress," I answered.

She'll look so adorable in it!

"I'll leave you to get dressed now, if you need anything you'll have to ask Edward because I'll be in the shower," I told her, giving her a quick hug before heading back to mine and Edward's bedroom.

Oh praise the lord; he's finished in the shower… and topless! Great! Even I have to admit that, that is an amazing sight.

Just look away, grab your clothes, and go into the bathroom- it's rude to stare.

I quickly followed my own instructions and hurried to my wardrobe to grab my outfit for the day – a white tank top, a denim jacket, black skinny jeans, silver flats and matching white underwear.

One glance at the alarm clock told me I had 1 hour and 15 minutes before the children had to be at breakfast.

Wow, did Edward seriously have a 45 minute shower? Either he really likes looking in the bathroom mirror or he really wanted to piss me off!