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A/N: I forgot to mention that this is not a strictly hetero relationship with Bella – yes, there will be slash.

A New Friend

-Bella-

I woke up with a start after hearing a banging against my cell door followed by a very loud "rise and shine ladies, up and at 'em!"

With a groan I swung my legs out of bed, picked up my schedule and placed it on the desk. I then opened the closet to see the uniform I was supposed to wear. Dear God. A bright orange jumpsuit. Hell, you'd think that I killed somebody to earn the right to wear an orange jumpsuit.

I stuffed some underwear, the supermax worthy jumpsuit, my strawberry shampoo and conditioner, along with other essentials that I needed for my shower into a plastic packet and opened my door which had a moment ago been unlocked for me.

As I stepped outside my cell, almost every girl nearby stared at me like I had two heads or something. This was just like the first day at Forks High after moving back in with Charlie. I lowered my head, letting my curtain of dark brown hair hide my face – my very flushed face from all the damn stares.

I silently followed a group of girls carrying their jumpsuits along with their toiletries. I trailed them down the staircase before they made a left and stepped through a large royal-blue double door, as they did so, steam wafted out from it. The bathroom was basically underneath my cell.

I quickly looked into the actual bathrooms before making a right into the changing room. Great, an open shower room. That's a lot of asses, I thought before a lanky girl turned around to face my direction. Okay! Moving along!

I stepped into the changing room and found an empty locker close to the back of the room. I sat down on the bench heavily, still pissed that I had to wake up so early. As I pulled my second white sock off of my foot I heard snickering and giggles close by me. I turned my head to see a small group of girls standing in a circle, looking my way with amused expressions on their faces. I scowled at them before continuing with the removal of my clothes.

Once I had wrapped a rough, blue towel around me I made my way into the shower room with my shower gel and hair products. I removed my towel and hooked it on one of the hooks on the entrance wall of the shower room before heading to an empty showerhead on the left side of the large room.

The warm water felt good against my skin and instantly lifted my mood, especially with the relaxing aroma of my lavender shower gel. I sighed contently as I gently lathered my hair in shampoo.

"Hey new girl, what's your name?" came a light voice from beside me.

I cracked open my eyes to see a fair skinned girl with hazel eyes and long curly light brown hair looking at me while she lathered herself up with a bar of neon green soap.

"Bella, yours?"

"Denise or Denny, whatever you want to call me"

I gave her a small smile before rinsing the shampoo out of my hair.

"So what you in for?" she asked as she squeezed a big blob of conditioner on her head.

I contemplated on whether or not I should tell her, but I suppose some people in here have likely done worse things than I have. And if anyone couldn't give two hoots about what I've done; it's these people, in here with me for similar reasons.

"Ibeatuptwogirlsburneddownthe irhomesanddrovehomedrunk" I rushed out, feeling terribly embarrassed at what I had done.

"What?" laughed Denny, amused at my faster than light ramble which she obviously didn't catch.

With a sigh I turned to her and started to explain in a much slower and clearer fashion. "I got sucked up into this small 'business' ring at school which lead me to selling pot to the other kids - I was in a really bad frame of mind, I still am I suppose. But back then I just thought 'fuck you world, I'm going to do whatever the hell it is I want and make some money while doing so'. Two goody-goodies found out; named Jessica and Lauren and threatened to tell on me" Denny and I both let out a small laugh at how childish the latter part sounded."So later that Friday evening I was at a friend's house, Paul, this guy from the Indian reservation close to us – we were on our third bottle of Jack, chilling to some Nu Metal and smoking pot when my phone buzzed indicating I had a text message"

I too was now lathering my hair in the conditioner before speaking up again. "So it was Lauren, reminding me that come Monday, she and Jessica would be going straight to the principal and my dad, who is the Forks Chief of Police, about the little 'business' venture that I was a part of"

"So what did you do?" asked Denny, looking genuinely interested.

I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the intense feeling of pure rage that ran through me after that text message, whether it was a combination of the alcohol, the pot and the strong dislike I had for those two I didn't know but I sure transformed into a banshee from hell.

"I didn't even say anything to Paul as I stormed out of his house. I knew that both Lauren and Jessica's parents had a usual get-together at La Bella Italia restaurant every Friday night, so I didn't have to worry about them. So I sped out of the rez like a bat out of hell in a red haze and drove straight for Jessica's house first"

"Woah, glad I wasn't Jessica at that moment"

I gave Denny a wry smile. "I skidded to a screeching halt in her driveway, got out of my old truck and banged on her front door. I didn't receive an answer but I heard really loud Justin Bieber music being played from inside the house so obviously she couldn't hear me. I took a rock from her garden and used it to smash the glass front door open before stumbling inside and racing up her staircase"

I chuckled at remembering the look of pure horror on Jessica's face when I burst through the door while she was singing 'Baby Baby' with her hairbrush in nothing but a skimpy blue tee and a pair of pink panties. However my smile disappeared when I remembered what I did and just how wrong it was.

"I marched right up to her, got so close that the tip of my nose touched hers, I then called her a bitch, pulled back my fist and slammed it right onto her jaw effectively knocking her out"

"Oh my God that's so awesome, go Bella!" commented Denny with glee and a huge smile.

"It would've been awesome if I had just stopped there" by this time, both Denny and I had dried ourselves off and were now seated on the bench in the center of the changing room. "I was still fuming, my vision was literally red - and I don't think I was just pissed about the Jessica-Lauren thing - a lot of my problems and hang-ups bursted out of me that night. I truly believe that I had some form of a meltdown or something because my emotions were majorly haywire. I stormed back down the stairs, grabbed the canister of fuel from the back of my truck and emptied half of the liquid in her living room before lighting a match and setting her house on fire"

"Fuck Bella, that's intense" Denny ran a hand through her damp hair and motioned for me to continue.

"I didn't stay to witness my handiwork, I jumped right back in my truck and sped off towards Lauren's house, swerving and jerking the truck like a maniac – my vision was blurry from all that Jack and the pot was totally tearing my reality apart. I came to halt in front of Lauren's house, hopped out of my truck, banged on the door like I did at Jessica's and again received no answer"

"Luckily for me the door was unlocked. As I stepped inside the dimly lit house I could hear the tv blaring upstairs. I called out her name as loudly as I could which made the tv upstairs go silent all of a sudden before I heard swift footsteps heading for the stairs"

"A look of surprise, shock and even a little fear spread across her face at seeing me standing there, hair wild and clothes dishevelled – I probably looked like the wild woman of the jungle. I didn't give her a chance to speak because I had already pounced on her, knocking Lauren to the ground. My fist pummelled her face over and over again, until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and she was spitting out blood and teeth from a very bruised face. And after that, I did the same thing with her house like I did with Jessica's. Not caring at all if they were still inside when the flames consumed the entirety of the homes"

"Wow" Denny looked like she was in awe, or shock maybe. "Did they die?"

Relief washed over me as I remembered hearing that both of them managed to escape through their back doors, but both their homes were burnt beyond saving. I looked down to my sock covered feet, afraid of the feelings I still felt about that whole incident. A part of me regrets what I did, is disgusted by it even. But there's another part which screamed at me that I was stronger, I was better, I was the predator and they were the prey, that I shouldn't feel guilty for being one up from them. That they got what they deserved and they should just be all too grateful that they were so lucky to live. I couldn't believe that I even had that part inside of me which could feel and say such things – but, there it was.

I leaned my elbows on my knees, staring at nothing in particular, my thoughts swimming with the memories of my past. "No, they managed to escape before the flames got to them"

"So what is it you did?" I asked, quickly trying to get the attention away from me.

"Oh man, I feel small time compared to you. I did a series of shoplifting, got into a few school fights. And that's it. Nothing exciting like you or anything"

"How long are you here for?"

"Just three months, you?"

I stood up from the bench and slipped into the garish jumpsuit. "One to two years - depending on my behaviour and mental and emotional improvements"

"Damn" replied Denny as she finished tied the laces of her green Keds sneakers.

"Yep" I tried not to think of being stuck here for so long and thought of something better. "Well, off to breakfast then? I'm starved" I rubbed my stomach while I dreamily thought of sausage, bacon, hash-brown, scrambled eggs and fried tomato.

Denny chuckles at my expression as she motions for me to follow her. "Sorry to disappoint you, but all you get for breakfast here is watery oats"

"Fuck" I reply in a huff while scowling at the thought of being served watery slop for the next year and a bit.

"Come on, it's not so bad, it's actually really good goo, once you pull out the usual stray hair"

Denny bursts into laughter at my expression before patting me on the back. "Come on new girl, let's go put our gear away and head straight for the eating hall so we can get one of the good seats by the window before they're all taken"

In the next chapter you'll finally be seeing who you're all waiting for. I hope my writing is up to standard and my English is alright as I'm pretty new to actually writing stories and English is only a second language to me.

A/N: I was browsing YouTube earlier when I came across a Twilight voice-over parody. I was near pissing myself with laughter at this – it was really freakin' funny (well, to me at least). In any case if you want a laugh at one of our favourite book/movie's expense, then you should really watch these. The links to them are on my profile. Enjoy.