Alright everyone, this chapter should please all of you, hopefully. So, again, I remind you that I am doing these chapters to try and get some ideas for my other stories and it is somewhat working so please, to others who are reading my stories right now, bear with me. I am trying my very best to get them all done as quickly as possible. So please, READ AND REVIEW!!!

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Chapter 1

Life

Bella's Point of View

Beep… beep… beep…

Ugh… Another morning meant another day of being unloved.

Life really sucks when you're me. It sucks when you're rejected from everyone and everything just by being different, or when you live in constant fear of your action or even others! And it sucks when you have a dad like mine. I never wanted this life. If I had a choice, I'd choose to have a proper family, proper friends—well, actually, I'd love to have a friend—and, most of all, a proper lifestyle.

Isn't there an old saying that you can't pick your family or something? Well, I completely agree with that. You see, my mother was extremely happy when she lived in Forks, Washington with my dad and I. She was a singer on her own time but worked in an elementary school. Renée just loved kids. But she died about nine years ago. Dad was so mad about her death that he started abusing me at the age of nine, only a few days after my mother's funeral. For the first few years, he'd do it about twice or three times a week but starting at the age of sixteen, it's been a beating every day. And I'm seventeen. Imagine that…

So… a normal day in the Swan residence would be this:

1) Wake up at seven o'clock in the morning, take a fast shower, get breakfast and go to school.

2) Get ignored for eight hours and drive back home.

3) Clean the house before Charlie gets home and usually, that means I have absolutely no time to do my homework. Good thing I count my lunch hour as a spare. That's where I get all of my morning class homework done and pull all-nighters for the afternoon classes.

4) Prepare Charlie's supper—that's right, I get two meals a day, which are breakfast and lunch, and mostly snacks at night during my all-nighters—and usually, he would hate the food and beat me because of that.

5) The usual beating before Charlie went to bed because I look too much like my mother and for causing her death. My dad normally goes to bed early and at least has the decency to beat me until I can still stay conscious.

6) After his beatings, I'd wipe myself off a little, take an ice bath—they really do help with the pain and staying awake—and finish my homework before going to bed, which is at about one or two o'clock in the morning.

7) Do it all over again the next day.

Yep, that was pretty much the daily ritual. And it got even worse when Charlie would get drunk. I'm not saying it happens often but when it does, I'm usually out like a light after the few kicks and punches. Plus, on top of that, whenever Charlie knocked me unconscious, I couldn't even go to school the next day because I could barely keep myself conscious very long.

Yeah, it's that bad.

So, that's pretty much my life. And now, I might as well get it started. Luckily, Charlie was always gone before I woke up. Getting out of bed made me gasp in pain. It really hurt. Last night's beating was a little above average. Charlie actually brought out a baseball bat this time—he was actually a little drunk—and a bone in my leg snapped. Today, my left leg was slightly purple. I'd have to fix that right away.

Ignoring the stabbing pain that raked through my body while getting up, I limped to the bathroom and started assessing the bruised, cuts and shattered bones, if there were any and there probably were a few. The damage to my face and body didn't scare me anymore. It just showed that my beauty could be broken in just a few years. No one wanted to be with me. I was the ugly duckling that no one wanted.

Looking at my bruised face made me realise that no boy would ever want a girl so broken and battered. An assorted of yellow, blue and purple bruises covered my face. A few cuts were starting to heal and some had some rusted blood. Lifting up my shirt, I saw that some of my ribs were purple, showing that some of them were broken or fractured. More bruised formed my stomach and chest. Man, Charlie sure did hit hard.

"Great… This is going to take a while," I muttered to myself while grabbing the tape and wrapping it around my torso to help my broken ribs. That took a few minutes, next came my leg. With difficulty, I lifted my left Pyjama pant leg and saw that towards my ankle, it was, in fact, purple with bruising. "Just wonderful…"

I could tape it up but it probably wouldn't work. Just great… I'd have to walk onto my bad leg all day long. Luckily, my car would probably help my leg relax. With my right foot, I could get anywhere. Putting on some cover-up on my bruises and cuts, I limped to the stairs and sighed. This was going to be painful. One step down the stairs wasn't bad but when my left leg landed on the step, I gasped in pain. It was going to hurt like hell.

Going as quickly as I could and ignoring the pain, my eyes darted to my watch. Seven fifty-six. Great… I had twenty minutes to get to school, and it took fifteen minutes to get there anyways. Fabulous. Grabbing a granola bar, preparing a jelly sandwich for lunch and swinging my backpack carefully onto my back, I limped out of the house and entered my truck, soon speeding out of the driveway and towards Forks High School.

When arriving, I saw that there weren't too many kids outside, but I still had a few minutes until classes started. But something caught my eye. A few new cars. Hum… wonder who those belong to? One of them was a shiny silver Volvo. Classy. And another was a BMW convertible. Ok, that took a lot of cash.

Forgetting about the cars, I limped into the school and got ready for class. English class was first. We were supposed to start Romeo and Juliet, one of my favourite plays from William Shakespeare. But today was different. "Class, we have two new students arriving today, Alice and Edward Cullen. They moved here from San Francisco so please, welcome them with Spartan pride," Mr. Berty introduced as a boy and a girl entered the classroom.

The girl was quite short. She had spiky short black hair and beautiful green eyes. Her pixie-like features were quite exquisite. This woman's size was extremely small and she looked like she could be a ballerina. But the other man, Edward, was simply to die for! He was extremely beautiful with his tousled bronze hair and gorgeous emerald eyes. Frankly, he was quite built. Nice muscles and a nice body, if you ask me. But he would never go for someone like me. What was I thinking?

Come on Bella; get him out of your head!

But suddenly, those green orbs of his just landed upon me. He smiled an extremely, stop your heart, mesmerizing smile. But I lowered my head, unable to look him any further. Why would he be interested in looking at me, an ugly duckling?

And where exactly would they find seats? There weren't too many to start with.

"Well, Mr. and Miss Cullen, you can sit right next to… Ah! Right next to Mrs. Swan." I had to say something… And yes, there was an extra seat on either side of me. Damn it! Never removing my eyes from my notebook, I didn't even notice them sitting to the desks next to me. "Now, can anyone recite Juliet's speech when she finds Romeo dead? Miss Swan?" He asked me, as usual. Mr. Berty knew that I was one of the best students who knew anything about Shakespeare.

Clearing my throat, I mumbled Juliet's monologue by heart. How many times I had read that play was a mystery to me. I stopped counting after thirty.

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.

O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

To help me after! I will kiss thy lips;

Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make me die with restorative.

Thy lips are warm!

Only two people clapped, which surprised me in the end. Looking towards the noise, I saw that both the Cullens were clapping with large smiles on their faces. What were they so cheerful about? I'd done it so many times but only received glares and sneers from everyone else. "Very good Miss Swan. Now, can someone…" And then he trailed off, leaving me to my own thoughts.

Looking to my right side, I saw Edward staring at me for one second before he turned his attention back to the front of the class. Of course he'd look away. I mean, why would he want to look at me and get a bad reputation on his first day? Better question would be: why would anyone want to be with Ugly Bella Swan? With his drop-dead good looks, he could have any girl in this entire school interested in him.

The class went quite quickly and I was the last to exit the class. Mr. Berty stopped me before I could limp out of the class and into the crowded hallway. "Miss Swan, with your skills in Shakespeare, I do believe you should audition for the school production of Romeo and Juliet," He insisted with a small smile. But somehow, a part of my mind told me this was just another way I could embarrass myself in front of anyone. And besides, Charlie would never let me do it.

"Um… thanks for the offer Mr. Berty, but I don't think I should. There's a lot of other people who should audition, not me," I answered with the slightest smile, which hurt my face a little, but Mr. Berty just handed me a flyer for the school production. Auditions would be in a few weeks but, knowing my luck, I wouldn't be able to go.

"Just think about it," He answered before walking over to his desk and started grading some essays. When I was leaving the classroom, someone stepped to my side, scaring me half to death. And that someone would be Alice Cullen.

"You were incredible in class! I've never seen anyone recite it by heart! You were just…" She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence without the right word.

"Awesome?" I hesitated, hoping she wouldn't be mad. Alice didn't look like the type that would get angry but hey, don't judge a book by its cover, right?

But her face lit up when I spoke up. "Yeah! Exactly!" She replied excitedly while we walked—well, she prance and I limped slowly—towards my locker. "What happened to your leg?" She asked once we arrived. You know, for a new kid, I really liked her. But she couldn't bee seen with me. Already, our little conversation was really bad for her reputation. And I just want to make people happy, since I can't be.

"Oh, I just twisted it getting up this morning. My leg must have still been asleep 'cause my leg just turned," I lied, hoping she would buy it. Seems like she did.

"Well, my dad's a doctor. Maybe he could—"

"I'm sure it's nothing. It'll probably heal by itself in a few days." She seemed hesitant at first but I quickly changed the subject. "So, you and Edward are both in the juniors?"

"Well, I'm younger than my brother by a year and a half but I skipped a grade. And, well, my sister Rosalie's a senior. What about you? Any siblings?"

But just as I was about to speak, Tanya Denali, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory came up to Alice and me. One time, in psychology class, we watched 'Mean Girls' with Lindsay Lohan in it to see how bullying affected people mentally and how the teenage mind somehow worked. Anyways, there was this group of girls called 'The plastics'. Tanya and her gang reminded me of them.

"You're that new girl, right? Alice Cullen?" Tanya asked, flipping her strawberry blond hair. Jessica and Lauren just looked at me, disgusted. I looked away from everyone, even Alice.

"Yes, that's me," Alice answered politely.

"You know, you're actually really pretty," Jessica answered with a flip of her own hair.

"We don't actually don't do this often, but if you want to come join our group, we're willing to let you in." Ok, was this something they all did when they finished speaking? Even Lauren flipped her hair. Jeez…

"It's better than hanging out with…" Tanya's eyes darted to me and she pulled her perfectly t0o-red lips back, showing her disgust, "her," She finished, repulsed by looking at me. Her eyes went right back to Alice's green eyes. But I finally looked at Alice's clothes. She wore designer outfits! Wow… a lot of money, just like the cars they owned. Alice would be perfect for any guy here. No wonder the plastic witches—yeah, my nickname for them—wanted Alice to be with them. She would totally make any of them jealous with her looks.

"I'm sorry but—"

"Don't worry about it, Alice. You should hang out with them," I answered before limping away from them. Alice just stood there stunned by my answer but didn't try to stop me, even though anyone could at the moment. With my limp ankle—which was hurting like hell at the moment—anyone could stop me without even lifting a finger.

But of course, Alice wouldn't try anything dangerous on her first day. She probably wanted to be accepted by anyone, just like Edward. Speaking of him, he was nowhere to be seen. Guess he already knows not to hang out anywhere near me. Doesn't matter anyway. It's better that way.

Advanced functions class—which is just another excuse for a math class—was pretty simple, and none of the Cullens were in this class, which meant good things for them. By the time the teacher was about to start another lecture on geometrical formulas, the bell rang, making everyone rush out of the class to get their lunches. When I bought my lunch and was about to walk back towards my locker, something caught my eye. Alice and Edward were sitting at a table by the windows with… three other people. Two of them I recognized. Emmett McCarthy, a strong man that moved her about a week and a half ago from New Jersey, was talking to a blonde woman that could pass for a supermodel. That must be Rosalie. She had the same characteristics as Alice and Edward: beautiful emerald eyes, drop-dead good looks, and her laugh sounded exquisite. And next to Alice was Jasper Hale, another new kid that transferred here from Chicago a few weeks ago.

Both boys were fitting for the two girls. Emmett had strong muscles, curly black hair and a young face. Jasper had curly blond hair, small body and a very mature visage. But Edward seemed lonely out of all of them. Sure, he was listening to their conversations but… he didn't seem to like it.

Poor him…

"Hope he finds his happiness…" I murmured to myself before walking away towards my locker. My ears detected someone calling my name but I didn't bother knowing who said it. Someone probably wanted to insult me in some way. Maybe the plastic witches wanted their fair share of insults thrown at me for the day.

The rest of the day passed quickly for my taste. Alice was in my psychology class at fourth and Edward was in my biology class but other than that, my Spanish class was lonely, just like it's supposed to be. Both of them looked at me but never started an actual conversation. At the end of classes, I walked towards my car but Alice took my wrist—which made me gasp slightly at the touch, seeing as Charlie almost broke it a few days ago with one of his beatings—and turned me around gently to face her. She seemed upset.

"Bella, what happened this morning, it's bothering me. I—"

"Alice, don't worry about it. For your reputation, it would be a good thing to stay away from me." I looked around the parking lot and found some kids staring at us with disgust and something murmuring to each other about the both of us. Turning my attention back to her, I saw that her green eyes held sadness. Great… she's new and I'm making her sad on her first day. "Alice, it's better this way."

"Why? Just because they," she pointed to the kids in the parking lot, "think that we can't be seen together? I don't see why we can't. You're an extremely nice person and I want to get to know you and possibly be your friend."

That was so sweet of her to tell me this but… No! Bella, you can't do that. It would really be bad for her in the end. "Alice, that's not the best thing. It's just life. Besides, I saw you hanging out with Jasper. He seems nice. Maybe you guys should try to get to know each other. Trust me, you'll be happy about that," I answered her before limping away and entering my car. Alice still stood there saddened and I actually saw a small tear escaping the side of her eye. Oh god… How inconsiderate can I be?! One more reason why she shouldn't hang out with me: I just hurt everyone…

When arriving home, I started cleaning the house and prepared Charlie some lasagne, one of his favourite dishes. Maybe the beating wouldn't be too bad tonight if I prepared him his favourite meal. It would maybe put him in a good mood. This time, instead of just preparing it normally, a cookbook was staring me right in the face every time my eyes went to it for instructions. Yes, apparently I'm the worst cook ever. Well, that's what Charlie says, anyway.

A few hours later around seven, Charlie came home and his supper was on the table, neatly prepared and the aroma filled the room. "You prepared lasagne?" He asked me while plopping down onto one of the chairs but his voice didn't sound surprised. It was just emotionless, like every other night when he asked me about the food.

"Yes, sir," I replied, my hands entwined together in front of my lap as Charlie took one bite and dropped his fork noisily onto the plate. Here we go again… Charlie sat up and walked over to me. His hand collided with my face so hard, it stung worse than before. I didn't scream or cry; that would just upset him. "I'm sorry," I mumbled as another slap, this time on my other cheek, came my way.

"This food is terrible! I can't believe you cooked it!" He bellowed before punching me in the stomach. "You just ruined lasagne forever!"

"I used a cookbook this time…" I chocked, trying to get my breathing under control as my hand went to my stomach and my back still arched like an L. Some of my ribs started hurting like hell—remember, some of them are broken—as he looked at the counter and noticed the open cookbook that showed the lasagne recipe.

He slammed his fist into my back, making me fall to the floor with a loud Thump. "Great, you can even screw up recipes from books!" He answered with a kick to my ribs. Once again, I held my screams as he kicked my sides a few more times before sitting back down. Charlie stared at the food one more time before he ate another bite, making a gagging sound afterwards. "The only reason I'm eating this garbage is because I hate throwing food away. But next time, you better make it better," He warned as I still panted on the ground, holding my even more broken side.

"Yes sir…" I whispered loud enough for Charlie to hear. This was really going to hurt tonight. The beating would be a lot worse.

He ate his food while I just laid there, panting for breath and trying very hard not to interrupt Charlie. My father didn't seem too pleased but he finished it, left his plate on the table before looking at the clock. It read eight. Great…

"Perfect timing," He answered before he lifted me by the shirt and punched me in the face several times and threw me on the ground. Well, this was starting off extremely well. Seeing as Charlie was still wearing his working boots, he slammed his foot down on my left leg, snapping it even further. A cry of pain escaped my lips and Charlie smiled. This pleased him. My cries of pain would usually make the beatings longer but sometimes, I just couldn't keep them in. It was just too painful. Charlie took out a frying pan and started hitting me in the sides with it, causing a few bruises along the way.

This continued for about thirty more minutes when Charlie finally decided to leave me like this. His beatings usually didn't last this long. Normally, it would be about ten, fifteen minutes before he would go upstairs, watching some football and go to bed by nine, nine thirty sometimes. But maybe because his favourite meal was destroyed, he decided to make the punishment longer. By the end of it, Charlie threw the bruised frying pan onto my bleeding stomach and walked upstairs to watch the rest of the game.

That meant that he left me crumpled on the ground.

Every bone in my body hurt like hell, even worse than usual. This time, he actually brought me close to unconsciousness. Great… My eyes could barely stay open and my left leg was hurting so bad, the pain was the only reminder that my body still worked. This time, he'd used a sharpened fork—one that I was supposed to throw away but never got the chance—and scratched me along my arm. My blood was all over the kitchen floor as I forced myself up with my left arm, the only one that didn't receive a terrible beating.

Why was my life so messed up? Had I done something to deserve this?

Placing pressure on my left leg was like a knife stabbed it thousands of times. A gasp of pain escaped my lips as tears came down my face from the pain. With excruciating pain and difficulty, I limped upstairs as best as possible and started up the ice bath, did my homework an hour after that and went to bed around one thirty. Great… all of this would restart tomorrow.

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