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Chapter 1: This Is My Life

Again another cloudy day in Forks, Washington, and thick layers of moss covers rock and lime green grass grew higher everyday as the sun vanished from the sky. My mother is Renee Swan – now Dwyer – the most childish and carefree person I have ever met in my life. She lives in Jacksonville with her new husband Phil Dwyer. Phil's life was his own personal baseball field; running and moving everywhere the ball went. My father's was the complete opposite. Charlie Swan lived a simple life, watching baseball games on the tube, eating take-away food all night and being the Chief of Police.

Mom and Phil were heading off to Disney Land for their second honeymoon but as always Mom didn't know what to do with me if they left. They were going to call it all off until I suggested going to Charlie's for a while. Happy with the conclusion both Mom and Phil took off leaving me one Airline ticket to Forks. I packed all my toiletries and warm clothes in my small black suitcase and caught a taxi to the airport.

Charlie welcomed me silently but warmly. Insisting to take my bag, he dropped it into the boot of his Police Cruiser and drove off. The cars atmosphere was quiet throughout the drive as I stared outside my window. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. It was too green.

We arrived at Charlie' small two-bedroom house. Running upstairs, I unpacked everything in my light blue wall room. Thankfully Charlie left me alone to get settled, which was the best thing about him; he didn't hover. All I could think about was the coming morning; school. Forks High School only had three hundred and fifty-seven – now fifty-eight – students. After I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my toiletries and headed to the one bathroom.

I looked up at the mirror and saw my hideous reflection. Breakouts covered my chin and forehead. They looked so bad that people would comment about it behind your back. Living in Phoenix was a terrible life, especially at school. I would sit in the far corner of the cafeteria by myself watching friends eat together, all of them either normal looking or beautiful. Since I didn't fit into those categories I was considered the outcast. I was the one who wasn't invited anywhere, the one who would be picked on everyday, the one who would be picked last for a game and the one who would be excluded from everything. And as soon as school came into my mind I knew Forks High would be no different.

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My small alarm clock beeped what seemed a lifetime as I tried to reach my hand under the covers to stop it. I surrendered to its needs as I slowly got out of bed, stopping the noise with annoyance. Changing into long blue pants, a long white-sleeved shirt with a black jumper, I walk down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. Nothing had changed, same old square oak table, same yellow cabinets my mother painted and same white linoleum floor.

Filling a bowl of cereal, I sit down in silence, waiting for me to come up with as much courage to go to school today. Charlie left early this morning for work like always. Pulling the hod of the jumper over my head, I step out of the house and lock the door and dash for my truck in the drizzling rain. Inside was dry and warm as I started the engine.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was just off the highway, it looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon coloured bricks. I parked just outside the front office and took a deep breath before opening the door. Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I hoped. There were three desks behind a counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses who looked in her late forties. The red-haired woman looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the sadness wash over her face as she looked at mine. She obviously thought I was going to be bullied the first day. And from experience I knew she was right. She brought out several sheets of paper and handed them to me.

"This is your schedule here, and a map of the school."

I thanked her and kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with teenagers who were too busy to notice me. And this is what I wanted: to be not noticed and remain invisible for the rest of my life. Students rushed to their classrooms as I approached to my first lesson. The classroom was small. Two girls in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their raincoats on the long row of hooks. I copied them, hoping not to attract attention. I hanged up my jumper but it was like throwing away my best suit of armour, it protected me. But right now I felt vulnerable and weak without my armour.

I kept my head down and my eyes fixated to the plain floor below me. The teacher sent me to the back of the classroom so no one would notice me. I kept to myself and didn't interact with the class discussions. A girl sat to the left of me, a porcelain-coloured blonde. Turning her head slightly she noticed me staring and her eyes went wide as she looked at me. I looked away for a brief second, hoping not to be rude. As soon as I turned my head around she was chatting away with the blonde boy next to her, giving quick glances at me. I heard some of their whispers like 'Whoa she is so ugly, I wonder how she got into this school in the first place with that face' and 'I agree, what was her name again? Isabella? Bella? I know lets call her 'Ugly Bella'.'

My eyes became hot and moist as the words stung my ears. I knew this would happen like in Phoenix. I became so upset that my mom home schooled me when I was younger and now it was starting all over again. When is this going to end?

My name is Isabella Swan and I have an acne problem. This is my story.