Oh My jesus...I am so so so sorry! I know, you guys are probably like: ORlly? Nikki Hasn't posted for a month?

Okai, time to explain myself.

So, yeah. Um, first of all...school is a hastle. Like, my teacher is mean and absolutely hates me for no apparent reason and always makes me do extra credit even though my grades are fine, and then the other one never lets me jot down ideas for the story in my notebook. EVER. It's really annoying! :( Plus, I have been burdened with so much homework, it isn't even funny. I take home my Math, Social Studies, and English book EVERY NIGHT. OTL;;

Alright, and if this isn't reason enough, it's my birthday weekedn and I got all this gorgeous art suplies...(-rude to her readers) and I CANNOT HELP MYSELF! I ahve been drawing all day even though I really should've been writing.

Oh yeah, and then there's the part where I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK! :'(

So, I am sorry, but to make it up to you, I'll give you a sneak peak into Bella's life! I just wrote out something quick about when she goes to school next week (in the story you know). It's a few chapters ahead! :)

BPOV

I walk through the halls slowly as everyone stares at me. Their faces are curious, some are confused, and there's a group of girls that are sneering. I assume that this is who Claire was talking about. The dark haired one must be Jordan, the ringleader of the group, the bleach blonde one (a dumb idea for a girl with ruswet skin) is Carrie, and the one with the wild brown hair must be Keisha.

Wow, she was right. They are a fucking stupid group. They look like a bunch of clowns. I look more mature, and they're like three years older.

When they begin walking toward me, everyone else looks away. I know what's coming. This had happened to me a lot when I was at Joshua's house. The girls would try hurt me...both psyhically and mentally.

"Isabella, Isabella..." Jordan chants as she snickers slightly to the two others behind her. "I hear people talking about you and..ahem...Collin Locks." I sneer and stand straight, pulling out my pony tail and shaking my head. I comb my fingers through my hair and cock my head to one side, playing their game.

"Oh, you must be Jordan..." I begin in a nasally voice, mimicking hers. "...well yes. That's why I made my point this morning on who has him." I smirk as I think about when I kissed him in front of the school. I bite my lip to keep from giggling as I think about his...response. "He's mine, bitch. Mine." I point to myself and smile. "He'll always be mine."

I now realize the pure truth in my own words. He would always be mine. I'm his imprint. He's...mine.

"Oh My God. You are so stupid!" Carrie interupts, flipping her blonde hair back. I roll my eyes heavily, more attitude than I need. She is the stupid one. "Don't you know that Jordan used to date Collin? They like, just broke up! They were dating for two years!"

I roll my eyes and clench my teeth, determined not to feel jealous. "Shut up Carrie. If he did, no wonder why he went right to me. There's no competition!" Jordan definately takes a hit here, and says with a smirk.

"Once he fucks you, he'll dump you hard. I mean really..." She gestures toward me. "...no boobs, no ass..." She chuckled. "You're just a plain jane."

Now, usually, I wouldn't be very mad at that. I mean really, he is mine. I'm his. But...there's something frommy past that's bothering me. Something big, and something...terrifying.

I hiss, a painful howl bubbling on my lips. I see red, and I lunge toward her. My hands grab a fistful of gurly walnut hair and I let myself punch her. Once, twice, then a third time. I knock her to the floor and raise my hand, this time my fingers spread as if I was going to claw her.

"Bella! BELLA! NO!" I hear Claire yelling, then I hear someone else yell: 'Babe! Stop!'

I freeze my actions, and I roll of Jordan. It's then I realize that Paul and Quil were trying to pull me off her. I look around. What the hell just happened...?

"Bella! What happened, are you hurt? Did she hurt you?" Collin begins, worriedly, as he hugs me. There's a large crowd around us, and teaachers are trying to yell, but I can't hear them. Collin calms me down, hugging me, telling me everythings okay...

...but it isn't.

Yeah... I changed the little preview. I had the wrong thing copied in here...WHOOPS. I'm doing a different Collin/Bella story about her being kinda psycho...I had the wrong ending part, cause I put both the ideas in the same doc. Wow. Nikki. WOW. Aplogies for that mix up, and thanks to Calina Malvagita Volturi for commenting on the strangeness. Understood.


KThxBai!

Nikki (oh yeah..I'm still sorry :|)