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Chapter Two;

"Ooooh, wear these. They're so cute!" Alice beamed happily. She was in my room picking clothes for me.

"I'm not wearing that. When did you even get that one?" I asked. I don't like skirts. Or dresses. They're just not me.

"What about these?" she showed me black pants and gray top. My Converses were already out so I didn't whine. I nodded and changed into them.

Before I even finish, she was fixing up my hair and makeup. Usually, I would've kicked her out of my room and locked the door and windows but for some reason, I let her have her fun. That's Alice. A force of nature.

"You look so adorable." She said.

"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked suspiciously.

"I wanted to dress you first." She looked at me twice to make sure everything looked okay before she left the room humming an unknown tune.

I looked at myself. I have inherited my father's bronze hair and green eyes (when he was human). But the rest of me looks like my mother. My body shape, my face, my voice, almost everything. But she's prettier and smarter and taller. While I'm shorter, uglier and very sensitive. I'm the artistic type who loves music and movies.

Back to my bronze hair. It's a bit past my shoulders and my bangs were getting to long but I didn't want to cut them. Rose thinks I'm too special so I can't dye my hair. HA. If Alice can't see me, I would've dyed it blue or green anytime.

"Desy, breakfast." I heard grandma.

"Coming!" I screamed. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. When I hit the first stair, I lost my balance and fell flat on my face.

I heard Emmett laughing. I jumped on him and we commenced wrestling. I tried pinning him down the floor on his face. Jasper has thought me some moves. Something about 'using the enemy's force against him'. But his body was too hard. And cold. Jeez.

"Guys were going to be late. And you…" Rose said sharply. She pointed to the food on the table and then shot me 'The Look'.

"Fine." I got up and ran to the kitchen. It was Jasper's turn to eat today so we ate waffles and drank two glasses of milk. Then mom and dad pushed everyone out the house. We only have five minutes until the bell rings. I kissed grandma and got inside dad's silver Volvo. I wished grandpa was here but he had to leave early. I loved it when he drove me to school and pick me up from school.

Dad started the car.

Then I remembered my iPod.

"Wait."

I got out of the car and ran back home to my room and looked for my iPod. It was inside my other backpack. There were three of them actually. One was jasper's, one was Rosalie's and one was mine. And right now, I don't know which belongs to whom so I picked a random one and ran down the stairs. Then I tripped again. I closed my eyes and braced myself.

"Dess, Honey, please be careful, sweetheart." Dad said. He was holding me and my face was two inches from the floor. I gasped. He chuckled and put me back up straight. Then quickly he led the way to his car. Mom was already in there, waiting for us.

"Three minutes." Dad said to mom and opened the door for me to get in. I jumped inside the car and I buckled up. I hate it when dad drives. It's like being inside a rocket. And we were late for school, which makes matters worse. I closed my eyes.

"You alright darling?" mom asked.

"Mom, if you don't want me to throw up all over the car, please don't make me open my mouth."

She laughed.

"It's Bella, your sister, not Bella your mother. Remember?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. You know this is pretty cool. Other kids get grounded for calling their parents by their first names, or go to school with their parents."

Edward chuckled. I closed my eyes even tighter. "We're already here." He said.

I breathed out. That was fast. It usually takes us ten minutes to drive from home to school (with vampire's car-driving) and we reached the school in two minutes. He must've drove in like, 200 mph or something. I shrugged at the thought of it.

"I'm Edward Cullen. This is Bella Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen, Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale." Edward said to the weird secretary. She was kind-of smiling at him in that way, I almost puked. Jasper fought a smile, sensing the burning anger inside me.

I sat on a chair and waited for the nightmare to end.

After a few minutes, they all came with their schedules and slips. I already got mine yesterday so I didn't have to worry about anything. I have no class with any of my family members, which was super annoying but I told Edward he doesn't have to do anything to change the secretary's mind. I'm perfectly fine with the schedule thank you very much.

I went to my first period.

The teacher welcomed me and told me to take a seat. I sat at the back of the room, closer to the window and sighed. I never liked school.

Suddenly the door opened and four boys got in. Three of them were talking among themselves louder than necessary.

"This is all your fault Jared."

"Dude, I didn't do anything. It was your turn to fill in the gas."

"I told you to do it last night."

"Sorry we're late Mr. Steve."

"The car stopped in the middle of nowhere, serious."

"Somebody forgot to fill in the gas."

"ALL OF YOU." The teacher barked at the boys who were talking to each other. "In your seats, right now."

The four boys sat in their seats and rolled their eyes at each other. The tallest one of them, who didn't speak the entire time, glared at all of them and whispered something I couldn't hear. Everyone in the classroom was staring at them. One of them blew a kiss to this blond girl who was sitting next to him.

"Jared, detention."

"What?" one of the boys whined. He was the one who forgot to fill the gas and tried to hit on the blonde. He had messy brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt that said "HOMEWORK KILLS TREES!" I almost smiled. "What did I do?"

The teacher looked like he was going to murder him. Jared shut up.

"You too Martin." who was laughing his head off because his friend just got detention. He looked at the teacher in disbelief. I must admit, he was the cutest one.

The other two boys shut themselves up before they got detention too. The teacher continued teaching about the WWII.

"Let's go cliff diving today. The weather is fine." said the one who didn't get detention. He had brown hair, almost like Jared, but brown eyes. He was the shortest but he was so muscular, it made him look more equal.

All the boys were almost the same height and same weight. There's the one who still didn't speak, which was weird to me because all these boys seemed to have taken too much caffeine this morning or are naturally high. It was interesting to watch immature dorks instead of the dull teacher whining about Hitler and stupid wars. Carlisle and my dad could teach me that in details. I mean everyone in my family was alive back then. They'd know everything including things that weren't recorded on the stupid text book.

"Homework, read chapters four and five for a quiz next class."

Everyone whined as the bell rang and dismissed students. I grabbed my stuff and got out the class. Next class, English. That should be fun.

I sat in English class.

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COULD THIS DAY GET ANY DULL-ER????

My English teacher made the whole class write two essays in one class. I mean come on, I know I did better than anyone by actually trying to do the paper but that wasn't fair for most of us. What's wrong with this teacher?

And two of the boys from before were in my class were here. The silent one and Jared, the Talkative One. With capital letters. Seriously, this kid could talk the entire day and still wouldn't get enough of it. But he wasn't the boring talker type. Some of the stuff he says is actually hilarious but it's starting to get on my nerves now.

So we were doing Shakespeare. Sonnets. I'm good at Shakespeare, thanks to gramps and dad. They know this fancy English from the ancient ages and thought me when I was about eleven. So I was bored the entire class but I took pleasure in watching all the other kids reading two lines forty times and still couldn't understand a word. Especially Jared. Talk about stupid. He thought 'art' meant 'art' literally and kept saying 'why is he saying thou art lovely? Is he trying to say he thought her art was cool or something? I had hard time keeping a straight face.

"The partners are Mary Adams with January Whitman…" the teacher called many names and then "Jared with Max Ellsworth and last but not least Warren Black, you're with Desireé Cullen."

That was weird. I didn't like working with people who I've never met before. The Warren guy walked over to my desk and nodded. I realized how awkward it was for me to talk other people than my family. This was definitely a weird experience. Why can't I be paired with the funny Jared instead of this guy?

He was dressed in all black and his chin-length black hair was covering one of his black eyes and some part of his face. I noticed he wasn't much of a talker. I didn't even get a hello.

"So are we picking a sonnet or did she choose for us?" I asked.

"She picked. Sonnet 18."

"Do you know it?" I asked.

"No"

That's it. Short answers. It's like he despised me. I felt angry but calmed myself down. Dad and Jasper trained me well about controlling your emotions and your face. Even Jasper said I put him to shame. But I'm sure he was lying.

"You are to write a five paragraph Essay about the certain Sonnet you've received and report to the entire class this Thursday." Everyone groaned. Today was Tuesday.

"Where do you want to do this?" I asked him.

"After school in the library."

I shrugged.

"I was thinking, one of our houses. I mean we can eat there and do stuff. Plus my dad got this huge shelf and there are loads of books we can use. Or if you don't like that we could go to your house and…"

"We can do it in the library." He repeated. Ouch. I was just trying to be nice, but if it's this way he wants to act, then fine.

I frowned and ignored him and stared at Jared who was paired with a pretty girl he was hitting on. I was pretty damn sure who he's going to study in this class. And I could bet on my right hand that it isn't Shakespeare.

"Hey." Jared was next to me suddenly. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked innocently. I fought the urge to grab one of the desks and smash it into his thick skull.

"Jared, get a life. We're trying to do a freaking paper." The guy sighed. Love his enthusiasm. Well look on the bright side, I've finally met a person who's more sarcastic or unenthusiastic, than Jasper and I.

"Don't get offended." Jared looked at me with his playful blue eyes. "The guy's emotion was drained out of his body. You see he was an experiment that went horribly wrong in a mad scientist lab."

"Jared."

"And they did something weird on his head too. You should've figured that one out by now."

"Jared."

"Jeez man, I was joking. You're being unfair to Ms. Cullen here."

Warren shot him a scary look. Jared put up two hands in the air and walked away as if he valued his life and did not want to die today. I almost smiled.

Warren sighed.

"He was just joking." I blurted out before thinking. "Why do you hate me anyway? I didn't do anything to you."

Warren looked tired.

"Who said I hated you?" It sounded like he was forcing himself to speak no matter how much he hated talking.

My brain just snapped.

"You've been staring down at me and looking at me coldly this entire time! I don't like being treated like that."

Then Warren's face changed.

"Oh, so now you're sad because I didn't act all friendly towards you? This is real life buddy. Not everything is flowers and bunnies and rainbows."

I was too shocked to speak. And then thankfully the bell rang and dismissed us for lunch. I was the first one out of the class.

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I've got to go and watch Juno right now so see ya. God I'm in love with Kurt Cobain. Why did he have to die? Or was it murder? I wish he was still alive and still rocking the world. These 'Why Does The Good Die Young' quotes are finally making sense.

PS: don't let my random-ness scare you

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