BPOV
I'm pulled out of my sleep by a persistent knocking on my bedroom door.
"Come in." I call. I already know who it is, so there's no need to ask. Charlie is the only one who would be knocking on my door this early.
"Hey Bells. Happy last first day of school." Charlie calls happily.
"Hey Dad." I grumble. "What time is it?"
"It's early, but I have to head off to the station and I thought you might like the extra time to get ready."
"Yeah, thanks Dad. I'll jump in the shower once I'm fully conscious."
"Okay Bells," he laughs "I'm heading out, so I'll see you tonight. Have a good day."
"Bye" I mumble into my pillow.
I hate mornings. Especially this one. I know I should be happy that I am a senior and this is the start of my last year of high school, but honestly, I'm not. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life once I graduate. I've always known that I wanted to do something in literature, but I don't know exactly what. I don't think that college right out of high school is the right move for me. I don't want to sit in a classroom and listen to professors tell me how to write, I just want to go out there and write what's on my heart. However, being a writer isn't the most stable career in the world. Maybe as this year progresses I'll figure out how I want to live my life after high school. Maybe there's a reason I am holding back planning the rest of my life.
I roll over and look at the picture of my mother I have on my nightstand. It's been four years since she died and I still miss her everyday.
My mom, Renee, was extremely hair brained and spontaneous, but she always knew what she wanted for herself and her life; it is one of the things I admire so much about her. Then one rainy night and one drunk driver took it all away. Why bother planning for your future when you never know if you'll even be here to live it? I place a kiss on my mom's picture and climb out of bed.
Once I've showered and dried my hair so that it lays in curls down my back, I put on my clothes for the day; just a simple jeans and t-shirt. I'm not really the type of girl to dress up everyday, but I still want to look presentable. My t-shirt fits nicely as do my jeans, accentuating what little assets I have. I swipe some makeup on my face, just enough to show off my features, and head downstairs.
After I've eaten my breakfast, a pop tart the breakfast of champions, I brush my teeth and head off to school.
When I was sixteen my dad bought me a truck for my birthday. I love it. It's old and rustic and has more character than any new age car on the planet. Sure it's loud and can't go faster than 55 MPH but I still love it because it's mine.
I make it to school in just a few minutes, one of the advantages of living in a small town. I made sure to get here a little early so I have time to find my locker and make sure it actually opens.
I swing my backpack over my shoulder and start walking across the parking lot. As I get closer to the school, I notice Alice Cullen standing by her car watching me. She has a strange blank look on her face. I've known Alice since I started school in Forks my freshman year of high school. Her and her siblings were new that year also. She has two brothers and one sister. They are all adopted. She is also dating one of her adopted brothers. Some people judge her because of that, but it's not my business so I just let it go. I've talked to her a few times and she is a little odd but still nice.
As I'm watching the odd expression on her face, I bump into a wall; I'm not the most coordinated person in the world. As I'm falling backwards, strong hands reach out to grab my arms and steady me. Once I've regained my balance I look up to thank my savior and see the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
He has crazy hair that is the color of pennies, a beautiful face wearing a serious expression, and bright butterscotch eyes that are looking at me very intensely. As I'm looking into his eyes, I feel like my heart is being pulled towards him. I put my hand on my chest to try to stop the uncomfortable feeling. It doesn't help. I'm getting more uncomfortable and eventually it becomes painful. I look up into my angel's eyes and find they look petrified as they look down at my pained and confused face. Suddenly I feel like I'm falling. My body goes limp and my eyes roll back into my head. The last hear before I black out is an angelic voice calling my name.