Authors Notes:
-All Human.
-Finally another familiar (and sexy.) face! :D
-Same with the italics and the song as the last chapter.
-I still own nothing... apart from Jared... He's my own.
-R&R or whatever you crazy kids call it. *Ehem* I'm not a mad 40 year old. Promise!
Much love, Lucy-Jane x
That next morning I woke up with the worst head-ache in the world. I was woken by Suzanne shaking me and screaming "Bella, you rotten little cow. Get up now. You're leaving today, remember? Get up!" I pushed her away and checked my phone the time was 07:14am. I could or ripped her head from her shoulders for waking me up that early. But I refrained because I needed a lift to the home. Hopefully they would find me and new family as soon as possible. "Leave me to pack my things." I mumbled as I shooed her out of my room. I flicked the switch on the wall for my hair straighteners and whilst they were heating up I began working on my make-up. Louise came and sat on her bed and watched me sort my things for a while. "Bella, I'm going to miss you. I wish you didn't have that argument with my mom last night." She sighed.
"You heard that, huh? Yeah, well it's for the best. But don't worry; I'll call you from... well, where ever I end up next I suppose. You'll always be my little sister." I smiled and hugged her. "I love you sis." P!nk- Family Portrait.
By 09:30am my stuff was all packed. I had one box, and 3 suitcases. Louise wanted to come with us even though I knew it would upset her. We arrived at the home and a friendly woman with bouncing brunette curls and a big pearly white smile opened the door to us. "Hello! You must be Suzanne, and you must be Bella! C'mon in!" We followed the woman into a small office that had pale blue walls and a brown carpet. "How rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. I am Michelle; I am going to be your social-worker for the next few weeks whilst we find you a nice new home." She flashed her pearly whites again and I stood up and excused myself.
I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I got to J. "Hey, Jared. Guess where I am?"
"Weight-Watchers?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't be stupid, I'm at the care home. The stupid bitch kicked me out!" I snarled. I heard a door close from the other line and footsteps down a wet path. "I'm going out mom." Jared called, obviously not to me. "Bells, you still there?" He asked, to the phone this time.
"Yeah, why?" I asked slightly worried.
"I'm stopping by." He said. I don't think he realised it was not that simple.
"Jared, No, wait you can't just..." I began to protest but the phone-line was already dead. I lit up a cigarette and sat on the damp steps. I was irritated. And hungry. But this was for the best; I just had to keep telling myself that.
Back inside the office Suzanne was filling in some paper work confirming that she was clean of me. When I re-joined them inside the office Michelle talked me through some information about the home. I was then asked to fill in some forms, just basic personal data. Suzanne had a cup of coffee and I took a glass of water. I was offered a cookie, but of course I refused. Cookies were way to fattening.
Around midday Suzanne left and Michelle showed me to my room. I would be sharing it with a tall pale boy whose hair was a mahogany brown. He was handsome, but not really my type. "I'm so sorry that you have to share with a boy. If you stay any longer than a month then we can see about getting you your own room. Bella, this is Edward. He has been here for 2 months. He is quite the gentle-man. I'll leave you to un-pack. That dresser is yours." She left us alone and I flopped onto the bed.
The room was simple, it was fairly larger than my room at Suzanne and Peters. It had cream walls, the carpet was a golden tone and in between the two beds was a large open fireplace that was an obvious original feature of the house. The bedding was cream with gold patterns with a small gold pillow just for show. The two dressers at the far end of the room were both white wood, just like the beds. There was a corner desk by the door with a few CD's on the rack, an empty drinks cup, a photo of a cat, and some books that were carelessly discarded on the top shelf. There was also a long mirror in between the dressers.
I pulled out of my phone and noticed I had some un-answered text messages. I replied quickly and rolled over to face Edward. "Hey, I'm Bella. If you hadn't already guessed." I laughed awkwardly. He smiled and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Bella."I shook his hand. His voice sounded aged but he was clearly quite young. I looked him up and down taking in his full appearance. He was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans and grey V-neck shirt with black socks. "Would you mind me asking Bella, how old are you?" He looked me up and down this time, and I felt the sudden pang of self-consciousness I always did when anybody gave me attention. "16, 17 in September. How old are you?"
"I turned 17 last month." He smiled again. He had a nice smile, crooked. It made his eyes shine a more brilliant green.
I wondered what he saw when he looked me up and down. Maybe he saw somebody beautiful, or maybe he just saw the fat and ugly me. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I was fairly tall and I had long white-blonde hair that was obviously fake, it ended at my elbows. I was pale and had rosie cheeks that I hated. My pale skin and pale hair just made my big brown eyes look even darker. I hadn't noticed before but I really was starting to loose weight. I was still fat, but I liked the way that my cheek bones were starting to look, and the way you could almost see my ribs through my shirt. My outfit was simple, just some plain black skinny-fit jeans with a plain back tank top. I had 4 long silver knecklaces, each had their own meanings behind them. I went back to my bed and tryed to make pictures out of the plaster on the ceiling. Before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.