HEY PEOPELZZZ!!!!!!

Hey, sorry for the lack of updates.... I never have time to myself anymore... which is half the reason that this story was on hold for so long... SORRY!!!!!!!! Anyway, here it is, the first part of Mean Girls! =D enjoy!!!!!!!!!

Mean Girls is not mine, even though I took the wording directly from the movie. And Twilight isn't mine either, even though I'm borrowing the characters.

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I looked up at my mom and dad as they stood over me. Dad pulled out a brown paper bag. "This is your lunch. There's a dollar in there so you can get sone milk... you can ask one of the big kids where to do that." before he could even hand me my lunch, my mom rushed.

"Do you remember your phone number? I wrote it down for you just in case. Put it in your pocket, I don't want you to lose it. Okay?"she asked worriedly, shoving a scrap of paper into my hands. I have to admit, Renee can worry really easily sometimes... and she can talk really fast. OH, and it's weird having your parents standing over you looking at you with psychotic faces. "You ready?"

I stood up. "Yeah, I think so." I said exasperated and exhilarated at the same time. They didn't need to worry so much. My mom came around and pulled me into a hug, crying, while my dad pulled out a camera.

"It's Bella's big day!" he said as he snapped the picture.

I'm sure if I saw that picture, I would have laughed. My mother looked ridicules, sobbing her eyes out... but I guess it's natural for parents to cry on their kid's first day of school. But that's usually when said kid's five. I'm seventeen... big age difference. But until today, I've been home schooled.

No, I'm not a freak or weirdly really religious or something... no. My family's totally normal... or it would be if there was really was a normal. Dad's a cop, but Renee got a job as a research zoologist, and we've been living in Africa for the last twelve years or so. It was great. But then we had to move back to the USA when mom got off her ten year at the university... who's name I forgot but I know that she was there. So it was good bye Africa... and hello high school. Oh boy.

We moved to a small little town in northwest Washington. Forks, Washington. Who names a city after a eating utensil? What, fifty miles away is there a town named Spoons, Oregon? We couldn't have moved to a worse place. Forks, Washington was rainy (which it was doing now), cloudy, and alien green. It was the total opposite of Africa.

So, here I am, standing in our driveway, holding a brown paper bag, ready to face Forks High. Could this get any better? Don't answer that. I hopped into my truck with a ways good bye to my parents, and I was gone. Finding the school was easy. All I had to do was follow the sighs. A dodo bird could find the way there. After about fifteen minuets, I was looking at an old brick building with bunches of teenagers filing in. There was shoving, balls being tossed, and somehow someone managed to start a little fire in the grass, despite the rain.

The bell rang for first period, and I walked into the class, looking down at my schedule. I looked up and found a lady, leaning against the desk in the front of the room, that looked like a teacher. I walked up to her. "Hi, I don't know if anyone told you about me. I'm a new student here. My name's Bella Swan." she looked down at me (she was taller) with disgust.

"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ***." she said, then turned and sat down. I heard two people laughing, a big guy and a brown haired girl, trying to hold it in, but couldn't. I went to sit at the desk next to the girl, but the girl stopped me.

"You don't want to sit there. Kristen Hadley's boyfriend's going to sit there." sure enough, seconds later a guy slunk into the seat and a full blown make-out session between the two happened.

I moved to sit in another empty seat, but was stopped again. "Uh-uh. He farts a lot." I looked at the overweight guy, and he looked at me. I put on a fake smile and moved to the seat behind the one. Another guy got there first. SO I walked around the room, looking for an empty seat.

"Hey everybody." said Mrs. Goff (A./N. I know that she's a Spanish teacher, but I had no one else to play Mrs. Norberry's part), carrying a cup of coffee and a box of donughts. To make it short and sweet, I ran right into her.

"Oh God! I am so sorry!" I said as I picked up the papers that she dropped.

She sighed. "It's not you, it's bad luck." Mrs. Goff went to get her sweater off because it was drenched in coffee, and unfortunately, the classroom door was wide open. To make it even worse, Principal Greene just happened to be walking by at the same time. Mrs. Goff pulled up her sweater, which pulled up her shirt, which showed off her baby blue bra.

"Mrs. Goff?" said Principal Greene, coming into the classroom.

"My t-shirt's stuck to my sweater, isn't it?" she asked.

I looked up. "Yeah." I helped her pull her sweater down.

"Fantastic," she mumbled.

"Is everything alright in here?" asked principal Greene looking around the class.

"Oh yeah," Mrs. Goff said with a smile.

Principal Greene walked up to Mrs. Goff. "So... uh... how was your summer?" he asked nervously.

"I got divorce." Mrs. Goff said simply.

"Oh. Uh, my carpal tunnel came back." he said holding up a bandaged hand.

Mrs. Goff smiled. "I win."

he put down his hand. "Yes. You do." he smiled. He paused for a few seconds, then turned to face the class. "Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Africa."

Mrs. Goff looked at an African-American girl sitting in the third row of desks. "Welcome."

The girl looked confused for a second. "I'm from Michigan."

"Great." Mrs. Goff said smiling.

"Her name is Isabella. Isabella Swan. Where are you Isabella?" he asked.

"That's me." I said raising my hand for a second. "And I prefer Bella."

"My apologies. I have a nephew named Anfrnee, and I know how mad he gets when I call his Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my sister named him Anfrenee."

Okay, I had no idea what's so ever what that had to do with my being called Bella.

"Well, uh, welcome Bella. And thank you Mr. Greene." said Mrs. Goff.

"Well thank you. And, uh, if you need anything or just wanna talk to somebody...." he trailed off.

"Thanks. Maybe some other time when my shirt isn't see-through." she said sincerely.

"Okay." he said, looking a little down. "Okay, good day everybody." he said walking out of the class.

Alright. I'm not one to judge people, but Mr. Greene was definitely hitting on Mrs. Goff... kinda creepy. Well, welcome to Forks High, Bella. Welcome.

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