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All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.
The original characters and plot are the property of the author, Stephenie Meyer.
The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators or producers of any media franchise.
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Author's Note:
For those that are Jacob lovers, he will never be put into the enemy roll here, nor will he be romantically involved with her. He is and always will be, SaBell/Bella's best friend. We will put an Author's Note up on the heading of a chapter if it becomes lemony or horrific... just so that people that don't like that kind of stuff can skip that chapter:
There will be a warning at the top with the Author's note:
[Warning:MatureAlert]
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Chapter 3
SaBell
Day One of Pure Hell High. While walking down the hall I had to keep reminding myself why I wanted to come back to this asinine school routine. Just because everyone remembers me doesn't mean that I remember them. Because I don't. AT ALL.
Everywhere I go someone's waving, saying hi, smiling at me. And I don't have a damned clue as to who the hell they are. I have to keep reminding people that I'm SaBell, NOT Bella. You'd think that they would get it by now. The only one here that I might even want to talk to is a girl named Angela Weber, and I don't really know her either.
People to avoid at all costs... puppy boy, whore and skank. I think puppy boy is named Mike, he followed me around like a hyper cocker spaniel. Whore is Lauren, I would always catch her looking at me and rolling her eyes. I wonder what I ever did to her? Then skank is Jessica, her boobs were almost always ready to pop out of her shirt and she followed puppy boy, like he followed me. That about covers all the people that I've "talked" to so far. Time for lunch with these stupid humans. Why did I just call them humans? Aren't I one too? Strange.
Oh, goody. The lunch room smells horrible and all of the tables are full and I don't want to talk to anyone. Wait, there's a table way back in the corner that is entirely empty. I'm not hungry, so I'll just go over there BY MYSELF, thank you very much, and get away from all of these stupid sheep. Has no one in this freaking school got any brain cells or do they all only think with their hormones? Christ, SaBell, get a grip! What has gotten into you lately?
I can't wait for classes to be over with for today. I've been on the edge all day long, like I've been looking for something to happen, but nothing ever does. Wait, scratch that, all day long everyone's been looking at me with something akin to pity. Or in Jessica's and Lauren's cases, outright glee. I don't want the pity. And I certainly don't want to 'talk about it' with anyone. Hell, if I'd wanted to talk with anyone or find out 'what I'm missing' don't they think I would have already done so? Stupid humans. Oh, really, again SaBell? Get a grip already!
After I got home I decided to go up to my room and do some homework before beginning dinner. Charlie would love it, steak and potatoes. He was so easy to please.
After I hung my coat up and toed my boots off at the door, I turned to the stairway. I had a really strange feeling come over me as I looked up the stairs. A chill went up my spine and goose bumps started to pop up on my arms, but I wasn't cold. Why I was scared? I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I would be scared to go up to my own bedroom. I slowly started up the old stairs, looking for who knows what, as I went. No one was there, there was no reason for me to be frightened at all. This feeling overwhelmed me, but why was I terrified to walk into the bedroom? What the hell is wrong with me?
I walked into my room and dumped my stuff just inside of the door. I looked around the small room. I noticed peeling wallpaper and a scratch on the hardwood floors. I even looked in the tiny closet and under the bed. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs until they almost hurt and blew it out hard. I had to laugh at myself, I looked toward the window. Not the one by the bed, the other one, the one that He always came through. Whoa there. Just who is He? Just as I thought that, it felt like someone had kicked me in my stomach, hard. I fell to the floor, landing on my knees and hands, humped over and breathing like it was my last breath. It hurt so bad I was almost physically sick from it. Gasping for breath, I grabbed the arm of my old rocking chair and pulled it around facing the window.
Okay SaBell, think this through logically. Why are you so fascinated by that one particular window?
Thoughts were whirling around in my head at such a high speed, it was dizzying.
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"Bells, you in there?" Charlie said opening the bedroom door.
She shook her head, dazed and feeling flushed. "Yeah, Dad. And it's SaBell, remember? What are you doing home so early?" She asked, turning around as she stood up from the chair. She was surprised by the darkness of the room. That's weird. I'd been sitting for just a few minutes. Why didn't I hear Charlie pull into the drive or come up the stairs?
He walked the rest of the way to her and stopped a few feet away. "Bell... umm... SaBell, why is it so dark here in the house? Have you been up here this whole time?" he asked, his brown eyes that was so much like her own, looked at her curiously. "I called to tell you I was going over to Harry Clearwater's house and you didn't answer the phone. So," he said, clearing his throat. "I kinda got worried and came home first. You know, since you're usually cooking before now, and erm..." He cut himself off just then. She obviously wasn't listening to him and she was staring out of the window again. "Are you okay, honey?" No answer. "SaBell?" Still no answer.
She looked at Charlie, he looked shaken, eyes wide, brow furrowed, lost. "Dad, sorry. I'm just tired, you know, first day back to school and all. I must have fallen asleep and didn't hear you come in at first." she said. He almost looked convinced. "Really, Dad, I'm just tired is all." she pleaded. "Go on to Harry's and I'll just fix myself some soup or a sandwich, or something."
He sighed. "Honey, I'm just worried, I guess. This day wasn't very easy on you, I know. It just... it scared me a bit when you were just standing there, like you didn't even see or hear me. That's all."
He walked over to her and looked her in the eye. "You know I love ya, right kid?" You could tell he really didn't have a way with words.
"Yeah, Dad. I know, I love you too." And with that, he smiled and hugged her tight, placing his chin lightly on top of her head.
"Are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself? I can always stay home, it's no biggie. Harry will understand."
"Dad, go. You need your time off too. I've got some studying to do and then I'll just read, or go on to bed. Okay?"
"Well, alright then." He walked to her door, turned around and looked at her closely. "You have Harry's number, right?"
SaBell smiled. "Yeah, Dad. Go on, get out of here," She laughingly told him.
He winked at her, turned around and left. As he went down the stairs, you could hear him chuckle.
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Author's Note:
For some reason, this chapter was really difficult to write but my co-writer made it so much easier!!
~Pam
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