Oh my Carlisle, I have severe problems with remembering to put a disclaimer in the beginning of each chapter, so from now on they will be at the bottom of my profile.
This chapter is dedicated to mcarp591, I'll try and make this chapter better and more descriptive.
Also, should I make Bella clumsy in here? Review and tell me your opinion.
Bella POV
We walked into the office and waited for the secretary to be finished with the student she was speaking with. From what I could tell it was a girl that was about 6 inches taller than I with platinum blond hair that was in pigtails.
She was, from what I saw in the secretaries mind, wearing a green Hollister jacket, about 8 pounds of makeup covering up her acne, and was chewing horrible smelling gum.
I silently laughed at the elder woman's thought of how today's youth is being corrupted by chewing gum.
After waiting for another minute the girl turned around and I got a better glimpse of the girl.
She was indeed wearing the hoodie and I could see a bubble gum pink American Eagle tee poking out from behind the zipper on the jacket.
She was wearing a jean skirt that was much too short to be appropriate for the weather and school. Her shoes were 3 inch heels that looked to be from an expensive designer store that I didn't know the name of.
Her long, gnarly toenails were painted in almost the same shade as her shirt which clashed with her fake, spray-on tan.
From what I could tell, she was going to be my newest tormenter unless she wasn't mean. I doubted that from the glare she gave me when she walked pass me, making me gag on the horrible perfume she had on, I hate girls like this.
Flashback
I had just began a new school year, it was 1956 and I was very different than most girls in the school. I wore tight dresses and always wore my hair in some fashion they did not like.
The head cheerleader and her little "crew" came up to me and started to go on about how girls shouldn't wear stuff like what I had on.
I coldly told her to leave me alone for I had the right to wear what I want. I think she might have been intimidated by my outfit but I couldn't tell, I was more focused on not snapping her neck.
From the time we arrived to the time we moved Lenora, from what I learned her name was, made my life/existence a living nightmare.
End Flashback
I pulled out of my memories as the office worker asked what we needed. As she looked up from her desk her eyes practically bugged out of her sockets.
I understood why, if 3 beautiful creatures were standing in front of you that would probably make anyone be surprised.
It might also have been because she saw Jake and Mike holding hands and wearing expensive looking designer clothes and me alone with my outfit and the eyebrow, nose, lip, and, although she did not know it, tongue, piercing's.
I cleared my throat, even though I didn't need to, and smiled, flashing my ultra-white teeth dazing her.
"Yes, we are the Laroches," I began, my speech smooth and alluring, "we are new here and need our schedules."
"Schedules?" she asked, obviously shocked, I think I might have dazzled her a teensy bit too much.
I smiled again, careful not to shock the human.
"Yes ma'am, we need to get them to attend school." Unfortunately, I added bitterly in my mind.
"Oh yes, how silly of me," she laughed, "here they are." Mrs. Cope, according to her nametag which I just now noticed.
"And, you will also need to get this signed by all your teachers and return it by the end of the day." She added, putting another sheet of paper on the piles, laying them on the counter.
I stepped up and grabbed them distributing them to the proper owner. I looked over my schedule and it read this:
Isabella Marie Swan Laroche Grade:9
1st period: Advanced Calculus (7:40-8:35) Mr. Varner
5 minute passing
2nd period: Advanced Biology 11 (8:40-9:35) Mr. Banner
5 minute passing
3rd period: AP English (9:40-10:40) Mrs. Turner
5 minute passing
4thperiod: French (10:45-11:40) Madame Alford
Lunch: 2nd (11:40-12:15)
5 minute passing
5th period: World Studies (12:20-1:15) Mr. Jones
5 minute passing
6th period:Advanced Art (1:20-2:15)Ms. Sadincy
As I finished looking over my schedule I noticed I only had a few minutes to get to my first class. I quickly said goodbye to Jacob and Mike and, using the map I found included in the stack of papers, ran to Calculus.
I walked into the room with only seconds to spare, and walked up to the teacher.
"Hello," I quietly said, not wanting the other students to hear, "my name is Isabella Laroche, I'm new here and I was told to get this paper signed by the teacher which, unless I've suddenly gone stupid, I am assuming you are." I finished, all in one breath.
The teacher, Mr. Varner according to my schedule, greeted me after recovering from my little speech, and sent me to a seat in the back.
I silently thanked whoever would listen that he did not make me introduce myself or talk, I didn't need the staring which I got anyways.
I focused on making the lust and hate filled eyes turn back towards the teacher who I was trying to listen to.
I sat in that classroom listening to the teacher drone on about stuff I learned about a long time ago, I could probably teach this class better than him any day, no offense Mr. V.
Finally the bell had rung and I noticed a boy with bad acne and greasy black hair making his way to the door when he was suddenly pushed down by a rather large boy wearing a football jersey.
The large boys' little posse laughed and jeered at him calling him names as they walked past him, I was disgusted.
I walked up to the boy and helped him gather his books, he looked like he needed help which I was more than willing to give him.
I finished stacking them and handed them to him.
"Thanks," he said lowly, not making eye contact, " I'm Eric."
"You're welcome, " I replied brightly, "what would the world be if we didn't help each other out once in a while," I glanced over my shoulder at the jocks in the hallway, "or a lot." I added.
"I'm Bella, but people call me Izzy, Z, or anything really." I told him, in response to his introduction.
"Nice to me you Izzy." he said, still in a quiet tone, as though I would lash out at him any second like the jerks he had ran into.
"You look a little young to be in 11th grade, how old are you." Eric asked confused.
"I'm 15, and I'm a freshman not a junior," I laughed at his incredulity as I said this, "I'm just really smart and am in advanced classes." I explained.
"Wow, I'm just barely passing Calculus and you answered that one question in a heartbeat."
It was true, I had been asked a complicated equation and answered it immediately, I had learned it about 30 years previous.
I did not realize the bell was about to ring so I reminded Eric and he swore and ran off, saying he would see me later. I slowed down time just for him until I was sure he was in class then dashed off to Biology with Mr. Banner.
I walked into the room and everyone stared as I walked to the back of the room where the teacher was, that's when the whispering started.
"Omg, do you, like see her hair it's like, blue." A girl with a nasally voice said, referring to the streaks I had in my fire engine red hair styled in a pixie cut with my bangs completely covering my left eye.
"Damn, she is hot, she's gonna be mine boys, once she loses the black." A cocky boy said over in the front of the room to his friends, I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
I saw a girl sitting alone in the back staring at me with a hopeful expression on her face, I wanted to know why she was staring at me so strangely. I tapped in her thoughts and was surprised, this is what I heard...
"She is beautiful, I hope she will sit next to me or at least talk to me, probably not, no one ever does, so why should she." I was shocked to say the least, this girl, who was very beautiful herself did not have friends? What is wrong with this school?
I had reached the teachers desk and handed him the slip which he took, signed, and gave back to me.
"Umm, where should I sit?" I asked, hoping it was next to the girl, she really needed a friend.
"Over in that empty desk over there." He said pointing to where the girl was. My jaw dropped, she was even invisible to the teacher, how... cruel.
I walked over to her with a smile on my face.
"Hello, my name is Bella but you can call me Izzy." I said as soon as I sat down.
"Angela," She replied, in a pleasantly quiet voice, "nice to meet you, I see you are a "dark one" too." she added much to my confusion.
"Your clothes, hair, accessories aren't what everyone else likes." She gestured to my outfit then to hers and I noticed what she was wearing.
She had a DeathCab for Cutie shirt that fit her small form nicely with a Nightmare Before Christmas arm band on her right wrist with jelly bracelets on the left wrist.
Tripp pants adorned her long legs and black converses poked out from the ends of the jeans. She had an oversized Corpse Bride hoodie hanging off the back of her chair, she was, in short, my new best friend.
"Ah, I see," I said after I finished observing, "pretty messed up school if you ask me." I muttered, which Angela giggled at, Mr. Banner noticed and decided to make scene.
"Well, Miss Laroche, would you be so kind as to introduce yourself to the class, since you seem to be so excited about talking to an empty chair."He finished with an unpleasant grimace.
"First of all," I began, getting angry, " I am not talking to an empty seat I am talking to Angela, one of the two nicest people I have met today. Secondly I would GLADLY like to introduce myself just to piss you off." I huffed indignant.
"Miss Laroche, since this is your first day I will pretend that did not happen, now please tell the class your name and some things about yourself." Mr. Banner told me, evidently trying not to explode.
"Fine." I walked up to the front of the classroom ignoring all the stares.
"Greetings one and all," I called out dramatically, making some people jump, "my name 'tis not a worry, but if thoust must know, tis Bella," I paused for dramatic effect... " but you can like, call me like, Izzy, ha like omg lol." I said in the most hideously preppy voice I could muster.
People looked shocked but Angela was in the back trying to stifle her giggles, but was failing miserably. I continued after people recovered and told them some " interesting" things about me.
"Well, I just moved here from (A/N: I just now figured out that I didn't complete this chapter and it randomly just stopped, so I am finishing what should have been)Alaska because my dad was offered a job as the town's psychiatrist." I finished in a monotone getting bored already.
"Thank you Miss Laroche, you may return to your seat." I nodded and returned to my table.
The rest of the period went by and I went to 3rd and 4th period which I had with Angela. After 4th it was time for lunch and Angela invited me to sit with her and I accepted happily.
We talked the whole way to the cafeteria about random stuff and were stopped by the cocky boy that claimed me as his in biology.
"Hi, I'm Jeremy, I noticed how I didn't get a chance to introduce myself." he stuck out his handexpecting me to shake it but I just stared at it blankly.
After a few more seconds o my impassiveness and Angela's pent-up giggles he withdrew his hand trying to cover up his anger at me not worshiping the ground he walked on.
"Well, do you want to sit with me and the crew, I know some people who could help you with your clothes and hair. After that I'll take you out for dinner or a movie." he grinned like he knew I would accept, stupid stuck-up prick.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you mistook me for a brainless bimbo that you could screw and then toss aside. No I actually think for myself and am declining you so-called 'offer'" I told him icily.
"More like order" Angela muttered.
I looked at her and laughed which she joined in on. Jeremy's face turned red and he stormed off without another word.
We continued laughing and I felt as though someone were staring at me from behind. I whipped around and found nothing but an empty hallway. I shrugged and told Angela to go get her food and that I would grab a table.
She returned a minute later with a tray with an apple, sandwich, chips, and a soda. I smiled at her and she sat herself down next to me. I leaned my head on her shoulder which she didn't seem to mind.
She ate her food while I told her about myself, like my favorite bands, places I'd been, what I'd like to do, turns out we had a lot in common.
There was only a few minutes left of lunch when I smelled it.
Sorry I didn't finish the chapter on accident, and if you were frustrated about the cliff hanger that didn't make sense.