A/N: Hey!! This is the second chapter of this story. I will be updating as soon as possible on my Miss Congeniality story, I just want to get this story up and running. I have too many ideas for too many stories all at once, hence the weird updating on my stories, but I'm trying to get better at that. Well, enjoy, and please review! Crap!! Damn, forgot the stupid disclaimer on the first chapter, again. Well, I am officially an idiot. Oh well, here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or the characters, but I do own my poems, and the story line, as well as a copy of Twilight Saga, that's sitting in my bookshelf right now, begging to be read over and over…

Chapter Two: Plc.4 Mie Haed

Prologue:

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, sick of you actin' like I owe you this. Find another place to feed your greed, while I find a place to rest.—Linkin Park

Bella's Point of View (Present)

First day of school. Great. I hate this. Why do I even bother? Oh yeah, I'm stupid.

Going to Forks High, in my family's point of view, was a stupid move, because, supposedly, I could have done so much better. I personally could care less, but I just keep on shrugging and apologizing, saying empty 'sorrys' that mean absolutely nothing. They're just words. Just words, words that crushed you Bella. I told my mind to shut up. What had been a totally different situation had been taken by my mind and turned towards thoughts of him. Oh how I hate this. But still, I'm here, getting up and ready for my first day at this stupid school, which, by the way, my parents are forcing me to walk to every day. But these things have all happened because I decided to take this path, didn't they? So what reason do I have to complain? What reason do I have to be sad? Only he will ever know. And I am determined to forget him.

Then, thankfully, my erratic mind took another u-turn. I started to think about that weird call I'd gotten last night. What was that, exactly? More importantly, who was it, exactly? I remember how terrible that was, getting my hopes up. No one ever calls me, except my family, and even they try to not talk to me at all costs. So, I figured, perhaps it was him. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it'd be him, calling me. What for, I didn't know, but by the third ring, I had completely convinced myself that it was, in fact, the call I'd been waiting for five years. But when I had eagerly answered the phone, I heard an intake of breath, then nothing. I repeated myself several times, until I heard the dreaded click. I'd cried myself to sleep after that. Pathetic, I know, but I just couldn't help it.

I drew a shaky breath, said my goodbyes to my family, expecting no answer, and started to walk to school. I was halfway there when I saw my brother's car whiz past me, stop short, and back up.

"Bella!! Jesus! Hop in! We're already late for school!" I gasped, and sprinted, falling a few times, of course, typical me, before clambering into the front seat and slamming the door. "Floor it!" I yelled, laughing, as we shot off. Emmett was the only person who ever talked or cared about me anymore. He was the typical overprotective brother, and he was the only one who knew about Ed—him. And he demonstrated that through his words and actions every single day. And even though he was just trying to help me cope, he just made things worse. "Stop, Bella, just be happy for once. Please. For me. Do it for me." He said, proving my point, as he caught my pained look that I had always tried desperately to hide with occasional smiles and laughs. And it worked with everyone but him. I sighed. "I'm sorry, Em, I just, I can't, you don't understand... the—the pain—the hurt…that…" I was on the verge of tears now, so we dropped it. I smiled, well, more grimaced, at Emmett gratefully, and looked out the window to see we were there. We jumped out and said quick byes and good lucks before sprinting to our classes. I saw him run into class just as the late bell rang, and I, of course, had to run into a teacher. "Miss Swan, I assume? Running in the halls on the first day of school? Tsk, tsk, extremely disappointing. And late, no less. You're lucky I don't give you a detention or a demerit for that one. Now, off you go, get to class, before I decide to rescind my kindness." I felt my face get hot, and I bit my lip so hard I drew blood, so I wouldn't say anything that I would immediately regret saying the second it was out of my mouth. He rolled his eyes, and turned, as did I , and I mumbled unintelligibly to myself as I found my English class. Of course, I have to be late for my first class, which, unfortunately, also happens to be one of two honors classes I will be taking this term. Crappit!

I bursted into the classroom, and the teacher gave me a disapproving look, before gesturing for me to sit down. I gave her an apologetic look, before starting to make my way to the only open seat in the back of the classroom. But as I passed the snickering students in the first row, a girl with fake blonde hair, a fake tan, and sickeningly thin body stuck her foot out, and tripped me. The class bursted out into fits of laughter, as my face burned a bright red with my apparent embarrassment. The girl sneered at me. "Don't trip, loser." The voice immediately brought back a torrent of unwanted memories…

Flashback:

(Fifth Grade)"Lauren, stop, please." I begged, pleading with the girl who was making fun of me and beating my down with her cruel, undeserved words…

End of Flashback…

I inhaled sharply, as the memory brought back emotions that had been buried deep. I was suddenly filled with anger and hurt, and I murmured, "Hello, bitch." She gasped, and glared furiously at me. "I am gonna make your life a living hell, Swan." I rolled my eyes, but inside I was shaking, and as I reached my seat, I found I was shaking physically on the outside as well. When Lauren got back at someone, it was never good.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

A/N: Yes, there is, in fact, a method to my madness. I hope you liked it though!

Songs:

Plc.4 Mie Haed—Linkin Park

(From chapter one-Angels on the Moon—Thriving Ivory. I used to hate this song, but it absolutely grew on me, and now I'm in love with the band(not as much as Linkin Park, though ; )

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