"I'm goner split you into three groups of seven, so let me read the names out," He took out a pen from his pocket and write down some names.

"Ashley.M, Dan.B, Kirsty, Frankie, Lauren, Alice, and Jasper."

"Aaron, Ashley.T, Mike, Rosalie, Poppy, James and Vicky."

"Greg, Bella, Jess, Bree, Dan.K, Amy and Abbie."

"We are playing dodge ball." A dark wicked smile appeared on his face.

I felt my whole mouth drop to the floor in disappointment. Anything but dodge ball. The amount of nasty bruises that I had received from this deadly game was countless. I was mega clumsy at times, so when I had so much pressure for my whole body to move, my feet disfunctions. Not a good combination, especially when there are peers around me; I tend to knock not only me over, but them too. I felt bad for my group; they were down one man. I usually get out first throw.

I walked over to my group. I didn't get along with any of them. Well I didn't speak or hate half of them. They were just normal; they were friends with a variety of people. Amy and Abbie were the nicest over the lot though. They seem to actually care about others feelings. I stood there still watching at the back, overlooking Bree and Jess's talk about Edward once again.

"Well you're just like jealous, i asked him at lunch and he like said your just jealous. Eddie luckily said he like forgives me. You stay away from him." Jess shouted in Bree's face. Everyone stood their emotionless, even the slut's. I watched little Miss perfect, hehumm...Alice... give a dark glare to jess.

Alice and I were friends with Jess once upon a time. But we never got that much along. But at least you didn't have to talk much with Jess. She supplied most of the conversation. Jess was never one with secrets. She shared not only her own around the school, but if she found out someone else's shed spread that around too. But she can be nice at times, just a little fake.

Bree looked like she didn't care. She brushed her long dark hair from her face, looking like she's wishing to be somewhere else. She's really turning into Rosalie, but a much less vain version.

"Come on; hurry up, team 1 against team 3." The coach blew the whistle that dangled from his neck with shoe lace. The school wasn't that rich, as you can tell. The ripped old designed curtains were here when my dad went to this school in the 70's and 80's.

Team 1 dashed over to one side of the hall, so my team reached the other side. I stood at the back, hiding. I was never good at chucking the balls, so I wasn't going to attempt trying it now. Bree stood there at my left side 2 metres away, while jess stood at the right side bending over stretching. Showing her ass off to the world. I hid behind Greg's body, as he was the best player on this team.

Time went on slowly on the court. I was strangely enjoying this game, as I haven't gotten out yet, but that was not all. Everybody was aiming for poor little Jess, including little Alice. Jess walked off the court in a stressed manner, stomping her feet.

I watched the orange ball come past my face almost skimming the skin on my cheek. I looked forward to see where it was coming from, and there stood Lauren in her disgusting glory. In a moment of anger, I picked up the first dodge-ball I had touched in this whole game, holding it close to my chest. I took a step away from Greg, who stood their smiling eagerly. I pushed it with as much force as I could at the time and watched it make its way to launch at Lauren's now shocked face.

Next thing I knew, I heard a high screeching scream come from her loud mouth. Everyone in the room burst out laughing, even her so-called friends. I even felt my face smile up slightly, without the feeling of guilt. I heard footsteps coming my way, and noticed it was Bree, with a large smile on her face. No, it wasn't a devilish smile; it was a genuine friendly grin.

"Nice hit." She complemented politely. I nodded and continued to smile at her.

"Thanks." I eventually said as her speculating eyes searched mine. She looked down slowly, and looked back to the other team, and picked up another orange ball and aimed it, concentrating. I watched as she ploughed it into Frankie (one of her so-called friends) face. The whole game was like this. She actually carefree smiled, running and dodging. Like something in her was setting her free. She was acting like she did on her first day, the Bree I was friends with before.

The game ended 10 minutes after. We won, much to my surprise. I got one person out... Lauren...They got only 2 people out in our team. Abbie and Jess.

The whole P.E lesson was like this. It was by far the best P.E lesson I've ever had in this school...

Time skip-

As i walked to truck, I felt someone's warm palm rest on my arm softly. I turned around 180 degrees to find Bree standing there with a sad guilty smile on her face. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Bella, listen I'm sorry for yesterday... I-I didn't mean to, I-I've realised what you did when you were younger isn't you at all. Past is past right. I'd rather have you as a friend and loose the ones I have." She stuttered tears pouring softly down her pale cheek.

Huh?... What did I do when I was younger ...THAT MADE HER HATE ME? I'm confused...

"Umm, ...okay you've lost me. What did I do when I was younger?" I asked confused as ever.