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I turned and looked at my left; I saw two gorgeous green eyes staring at me.

I stared back into them.

Bella's POV

He turned his face towards the front of the class room, and continued watching the movie, it was only then that I noticed he looked annoyed.

I must have done something wrong, I knew it, I shouldn't have done it...

He probably didn't want me anywhere near him.... after I.... ran away from him, maybe it was all a joke, maybe he never liked me in the first place.

I looked down; I was pathetic to think a guy like him would like me. I made it worst by going over there, to his house.

I shook my head, I was disgraced in myself. I was such an idiot to think he wanted something more than friends, let alone be friends at all.

I got out a pen from my bag and began to scribble on the worksheet in front of me.

I kept writing pathetic over and over, not readable, only I could pick it out. I hid it: writing the letters over each other, writing random letters over the sheet. Hiding it from the world, but visible for myself.

I watched the word spread across the page... tears tried escaping from my eyes. I would not let them; I didn't want to look weak.

I put down the pen, letting it roll off the table and turned my full attention to the movie in front of me. I watched it, taking everything in... But forgetting it seconds later

My fingers began to hurt, I was clenching onto the desk extremely hard I could feel my finger bruising, but yet I ignored it. Letting my fingers bruise.

My mind was racing, not starting or stoping on any subject, but re-playing all the horrible moments of my life

My breathing increased as the thoughts were slowly turning into THATnight. I didn't want to remember, I blocked them. I NEVER wanted to remember

I felt my hands shaking, trying to keep back the memories; I was gaining a head ache from concentrating on not remembering.

The pain was so much. I wanted it to end. It wasn't physical pain but emotionally. I wanted to change it to physical pain... so I began to bend back my fingers on my bandaged hand... trying to make my brain focus on that. I wanted them to stop!

My body was rocking slightly forwards and backwards.

I moved my hands up to my hair, scratching at my sculpt, trying to remove the memories, clenching at my hair.

The light flicked on, and I felt everything almost fade... the memoires, the pain.

I was only slightly rocking backwards and forwards. My hands were covering my face

The bell rang I jumped up from my table, knocking over a few chairs and a few students out the way

I ran out the class room.
I ran down the hall way,
I ran into the bathroom.
I ran to the sink, splashing cold water on my face... repeatedly I wanted everything gone... but it wouldn't wash away.

I wanted to curl up into a ball, and never surface.

My body was still rocking, but slowly it began to slowly down...

My breathing began to slow as well.

Everything seemed to be going slightly back to normal.

It took awhile to boost up my confidence, enough to walk out the bathroom with my head held... well above my stomach.

I walked in a trance to my locker. I flung it open putting my books into it, slamming it shut.

I felt my body heading for the cafeteria, but I didn't think I could handle the people. So I decided to go to the most peaceful place...

I followed my memory; I found the door leading to the path. I followed the path and found the place, a place to rest my head, a place I would be alone

I watched the picnic bench come into view; I came closer and closer until I was able to touch it.

I knew the memory I had her last was horrible, but yet at the same time one of the best. I sunk down onto the bench and rested my head on my arms, which were folded out in front of me.

I let my eyes droop... my mind was at peace. I was dreaming.

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When I awoke, I was soaked threw, my clothes, my hair... everything was wet

I was cold.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep warm and slowly headed back to the school...

I walked into the school, expecting to find people walking around during their lunch break, but yet the halls were empty.

I looked up at the time. I had slept all through the day; it was time for my last lesson, well it had already started

Slowly I walked to my last lesson.

I arrived; I felt the class's eyes on me. The teacher nodded at me and allowed me to sit, with no fuss

I went and sat down next to Alice. She turned at looked at me shocked

I smiled back at her, my arms still wrapped around me, trying to keep warm

"Bella?" Alice Whispered

"Yes?" I whispered back

"Aren't you cold?"

"Yes"

"Maybe you should go home"

"No" I snapped. If I went home again, my father wouldn't let me leave the house for another few days, I didn't want to be couped up in that house.

I turned my attention to the teacher, my full attention on him.

I began to rock back and forward, not out of pain but I was trying to keep warm, trying to keep my body moving.

My attention went off focus many times, the cold feeling was spreading... my stomach was turning.

My head was spinning...

I felt wrong, my body felt wrong. But yet I ignored it I didn't want to be that girl, the one everyone pitted

I don't want to be her – I kept repeating it over and over... I felt Alice's eyes on me, I didn't realise that I had been muttering it to myself. I quickly stopped, but turned my face towards Alice. Who looked remotely shocked, but yet concerned

I smiled at her, the best one I could manage. Then faced the front again... I really hope I wasn't driving Alice away I mean, It wasn't like we were/are friends, it's just I always saw her as a potential friend at least.

"I am sorry Alice, I am just not having a good day" I whispered to her

"I see that" she whispered back, smiling

I felt my mind ease, she didn't think I was a COMPLETE nutcase, but probably a small one... but yet I was okay about that.

The bell rang.

I got up slowly, still clutching at myself, and walked slowly to my locker.

I felt eyes on me... I just ignored them

I arrived at my locker... opening it up I took out the books I would need for homework into my bag, I swung my bag over my shoulder, then quickly my arms were back clutching myself

I looked up, few lockers down was Edward... I stared at him for a few seconds then quickly looked away when he caught me

I turned and began to walk away

"Bella" I heard my name being called out, I turned to find Edward just a few steps behind me

"Hi" I muttered, embarrassed

"Hello" he said back... Then began an awkward silence, but yet it was peaceful, I couldn't feel the cold anymore, my arms left my body and went by my side.

I realized what I was doing, letting my mind think... about him I knew that was no good... he didn't like me and that was the way it was.

He probably is standing here, trying to think of a reason to walk away... I'll help him I will leave

"Well... got to get home" I said quickly, then turning around and walking towards my car. Getting in and starting it up, turning the heater up full blast, I shook out my hair, trying to dry it.

After I felt relatively dry I put my foot down on the pedal and the car into reverse and drove out the car park.

I arrived home to find no car in front of the house; my father must be getting home late.

I walked in, dumping my bag near the door.

I walked straight to the fridge and started pulling out ingredients for a curry, which was going to be tonight's dinner.

I started the rice cooker.

Then I cooked the chicken first; making sure it was all brown, no pink. Put in the extra ingredients

I had just finished when Charlie walked into the house, wet, grumpy and tiered

"Hey" I said cheerfully... well cheerfully as I could manage

"Bells" he said back, a smile appeared on his face "what's this you been cooking?"

"Yep, hope you like curry" I said, turning back to the stove... turning the gas off

I watched Charlie sit down at the dining table. So I served myself and him a plate.

After dinner, Charlie said he would wash up since I cooked; I went up stairs to bed. Even though I had fallen asleep at school, I was still tiered...

So I went for a shower, got into my Pyjamas and crawled into bed

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-Kayle xx