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Chapter 1:

I was bad from the beginning of middle school. When I had lost my parents in the middle of my elementary days, I had become bitter and horrible through the rest of the days in my child days. I knew it wasn't the pain of loosing both of my parents, but the fact that people were throwing me around like a ball when I hadn't met their needs as a child. The people around me kept fueling my anger with every move they made me do and every thing that they said to me.

By the time I started seventh grade, I belonged to a gang already. I wasn't there to make friends or feel like I belonged, but to make other people suffer. The gang that I belonged to used me as a weapon. I was their best fighter.

Even if my gang didn't ask me to, I beat people senseless or they beat me. They rarely ever was able to defeat me, even as a group. They had a greater chance to win if I was alone and they had more than five full grown men in the group. If they were women, I had them before they even touched me.

Some people wondered how I was raised and I didn't reply to them aloud. I replied silently, mentally. 'With parents,' I would think. I would think that I was raised with parents until they died. They treated me so good, but then they abandoned me, leaving me alone in this unwanted world. As I grew older, my hatred towards them grew to an extent. There was still apart of me, though, that still loved them. I hated that part of me too, so much to the point that I found myself stabbing my hand at times for that part of me to die, die and go to my parents in Hell.

I acted as if my hand was the loving part of me that was still loved them, that still wanted them to hold me. I figured that if I could stab my hand enough times, I would stop loving them. I was wrong.

I was surprised that I had made it to high school because I never attended class. I was rarely there, because I hated how everyone was like there. I hated the fact that everyone was happy and I was miserable. I hated everyone's gut so much that I just wish they would burn in the ever lasting fire in Hell.

Since I never attended school, it was amazing that I managed to meet him there. He was there when I was in my worst moment. Thinking back on the moment, I'm embarrassed that I acted so wild in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing in school?" asked a female teacher, who had passed me in the hall. I was sitting on a step, chewing my gum. I didn't have an ciagretts so I just settled with gum.

I looked up at the female teacher and she gave me a disgusted look. I wanted to rip her throat out; I was not in the mood to fight, though. I had a major hangover.

"Answer my question, Isabella." She said my name with such annoyance, it made me want to kill her.

"Get the hell out of my face, bitch," I said, standing. Today, I would walk away from the fight so avoid any trouble, I thought to myself. I was not in the mood today.

Then, I felt her hand around my arm, making me loose it. I turned around quickly and threw my fist into her face. She flew back, about a few feet, and fell to the ground.

"I told you to stay out of my fucking face, you hag," I hissed. "I am not in the--"

Then I felt arms around me, holding me back from her so I wouldn't attack her again. The arms were thick and strong so I knew who it was. It was the male PE teacher.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screeched, furious. The man lifted me off the ground, throwing me into an empty room. I was thrown into a chair, fueling my anger.

I was furious beyond words.

I turned quickly to see that there were three male teachers and the women that I punched in the face. Her nose was bleeding like an open faucet. I could smell the blood, making me feel stronger.

She started screaming at me, at the men, saying that I attacked her for no reason. I didn't care of her lies, because that wasn't making me angrier. Her voice was pissing me off.

I was going to attack her again, but the door slammed in my face and I was locked inside the room. I started banging on the door, screaming like crazy. I was mad like a scientist.

I knew that I wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't heard his beautiful voice. I knew that I wouldn't have stopped if he hadn't spoke to me.

"Why are you so angry?" he asked.

I froze and turned around, wanting to know where that voice came from, who it came from. At the time, I didn't understand why I had stopped myself.

And there he stood, by the window, staring out with his back to me. Even from behind, he was beautiful. His stance was lean and tall and his hair was a beautiful bronze. For the first time, I felt my breath stop.

"Are you going to answer me?" he asked, now turning to me. His face was even more beautiful than I expected.

I forced that to not distract me.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, trying to sound tough. It was hard, considering that he was a beautiful God. It pissed me off that I though of him that way.

He smiled a simple crooked smile at me. I glared when I felt my heart pulse faster.

"Go to hell," I said, turning my full body to him. I saw his eyebrows raise and a smirk slip onto his mouth. "What the hell are you smiling at, you bastard?"

"Why don't you tell me why you're so mad?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and glared at him as hard as I could. "You want to know why I'm so fucking angry? You really want to know?" I yelled. I walked towards him and he stood there. "All of you! All of you bitches! Damn! You're annoying!"

I hit the wall with my fist, digging my nails into my palm. I felt my nails pierce my skin but I felt no pain. "You! The teachers!" The picture of everyone flickered through my mind. The way everyone stared at me, with fear. Everyone was scared of me. "Them! The adults! Them! The whole God damn world!"

I felt my tears streak down my cheeks. This was the first time I ever cried in front of anyone. I felt so angry.

"I hate everyone! Everything!" I grasped my fist tighter, angrier. However, then my voice got softer, quieter as I spoke my thoughts. "I wish all of you would just... go. Just go and abandon me. Just leave me alone. All of you need to go die."

I heard his breath catch quietly. I lifted my head as he gave me a sad smile. "I don't think that's true," he said, quietly. He walked towards me, slowly. "I think that you want them to be near you. You want them to love you and cherish you. You want them to need you like you need them." I felt his hand rest on the top of my head, making me look up at him, trying not to sob. "You know what, I'm like that too."

Then I started bawling. I couldn't help but cry. "Why did this happen? Why did they leave me?" I cried, opening my hand. I saw my broken skin start to bleed. "They s-said that they loved me! Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me alone!"

Before I knew it, he had pulled me up and out of the chair I was sitting in. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, happier. "You feel alone? Then lets eat together. Lets go eat hamburgers." I couldn't say anything before he had me out of the room and down the stairs, holding my scar covered hand.

At the hamburger joint, he ordered two regular hamburgers and fries. He also got two milkshakes. I realized that he ordered for me, without even knowing what my name was, and I, nor his.

He must've heard my thoughts because he said, "By the way, Isabella, I'm Edward Cullen. Nice to meet you, Ms. Klutz."

I blushed; when we were leaving the school, I nearly killed us by tripping down the stairs. He caught me, by getting his feet settled again. He saved both of our lives. It was so embarrassing; I thought I had controlled my clumsiness by now.

I frowned, but that's all I could do. I couldn't glare because of some unknown reason. I looked away from him and mumbled, "Call me Bella."

He laughed. "Okay, Bella."

I looked at him again and realized something. "Won't you get in trouble? Since you're a teacher and such?"

"Nope," he said, cheerfully. "I'm not a teacher; just a student teacher. I'm probably not much older than you, Ms. Klutz."

I ignored what he called me. "How old are you?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Twenty," he said, smiling. I arched my eyebrows. He was four years older than me. "I'll be twenty-one in a few weeks." He was just five years older than me. For some reason, that didn't bother me. "You're a junior, right?"

I shook my head. "No. I failed two years." He didn't say anything. He just smiled. "What? Are you laughing at me?" I demanded.

"No, just with you."

"Asshole," I mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop."

When we got our burgers, I felt him touch my ponytail with his hand. "You have a hint of red in your hair. I thought it was just straight brown."

I smiled slightly. "Yeah. You can only see it in the light." But then realized that he was touching my hair. "Watch your hands, grabby!"

He laughed and nodded, dropping his hand. He, then, started eating. The last thing that I remembered from that day was that the hamburger was good. It tasted juicy and delicious. That made me smile because that took my mind off Mr. Cullen.

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"Wow, Mommy! You were so mean!" Renesmee said, sitting up. I sighed. I think she was too hyped up to sleep now. "And amazing! Why can't you be like that now?"

I frowned at her. "I think it's time for you to sleep now, Renesmee."

"No! Mom! I want to--"

"More tomorrow night." I stood up and started walking to her light. "Goodnight, baby."

She frowned and laid down. "Goodnight, Momma." I walked to her once I turned off the light and kissed her goodnight again. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

How you all like it? I guess I kind of lied when I said they were longer, but their not... Not really. Sigh. Oh well. Well I hope you like this story... There's only about 4 more chapters. Like I said, it's short and I'm writing the longer version.

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