Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing, Stephanie Meyer does.

Chapter 2BPOV

"No one, is as lucky as us. We're not at the end but we've already won…" Ughh. Its 5:30 on my first day of school, and all I want to do is go back to bed.

Knock, knock, knock

"Bells, are you up yet?"

"Yeah Dad, I'm up." Not! I'm going back to sleep where I belong. Hmm, warm covers, fuzzy socks, soft pillow, and Dad shaking the bed. "What Dad?!?"

"When I asked if you were up, I didn't mean are you conscious enough to hear me and reply. I meant, is your butt out of bed and getting ready? Now don't make me get the water."

"NO! Please don't. I promise I'm getting up." Whoa the floor is cold. "See, I'm up and moving."

"Good Bells. Well I got to head in early this morning but have a good first day. I love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dad. Have fun at work." And with a kiss on the head, my father was gone. Well now that I'm here alone, with no one to wake me up, I can sleep. Wait, no I can't, if no one is here to wake me up then I'll over sleep. Looks like I've really got to do this.

What to wear, what to wear? I really should have done this last night. With all of these choices, I don't know what to wear. This was so easy when Mom would come in and wake me up, and while I was waking up, would pick out my clothes. Now I'm left with all the decisions. I really miss you Mom.

After a mere ten minutes of scanning my wardrobe, I decided on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white wrap a round top with a navy camisole underneath, and my favorite pair of converse.

Man I really need a shower. Only 6, I have plenty of time. I love the scent of my strawberry shampoo; Mom was the one who got me hooked on it. Well this shower has probably taken long enough.

Oh crap, its 6:30, I've got to be out of here by 7:15. Well it seems like all hope is lost for controlling the beast I call hair this morning. It's a good thing I've got enough curl to have an excuse for skipping out on the straightener. You see I have long, mahogany, curls that travel down to just below my shoulder blades. Every girl in Phoenix was jealous of my curls, but me, well I just learned to let them do their own thing.

I really don't want to put on make-up this morning, and its not like I need any foundation or cover up. And Jamie always told me that if I wore too much eye make-up, nobody would see my beautiful, chocolate eyes. I, of course, never believed her, but went along with her theory for her sake. So the final decision on make-up: No.

7:10. Well looks like breakfast is out of the question. I really hope Charlie has so pop-tarts; I love making pop-tart babies when I'm running late. (AN: I'll explain) Open cabinet doors, no pop-tarts, no cereal, no peanut butter crackers. I'll just have to go to the store after school and stock the cabinets for Charlie.

7:15. I'm going to be late! But it was so worth it to stop by McDonald's and grab a biscuit and coffee. Besides, I'll just tell them I got lost. Yeah, that should work.

School officially starts at 7:30, I officially got there at 7:33 after a great deal of speeding and risking my life, just to arrive at school on time, and Ms. Cope simply will not bend the rules and mark me on time. So much for fairness. Not to mention the fact that her slowness at the front desk made me ten minutes later than I should have been. But I did need my schedule.

1st English

2nd Pre-Cal

3rd History

Lunch

More history

4th Biology

5th Gym

Ok, so I didn't totally hate my schedule. I actually enjoy English, history, and biology. But as for pre-cal, and gym, well lets just say they aren't my favorites.

Now that it's 7:45, I think it's high time to venture into my English class.

AN: ok so I hope this went well. The song in the beginning was Where The Lines Overlap by Paramore. And as for the pop-tart babies, well that's simply two different flavored pop-tarts placed back into one wrapper and popped in the microwave until the melt together and form a pop-tart baby. This is a patented invention by my dearest friend Lucas and I, invented after a long night of laughter and movies.