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Your heart, I'll carry it with me …

Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.

Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I didn't bleed to death. I was still kicking. It was such cheerful news; I didn't even mind the rain anymore.

Of course, when I woke up, I didn't have the slightest idea the rain would not only clean pavements but also my mind. It would disinfect me of my stupidity and boost my IQ. Thank god for precipitation, really. I had no idea how I managed to survive this long in dry Arizona. I guess many of my mistakes could be explained with this climate theory.

I was late for Geography.

See, Biology professor divided us in pairs and gave us titles for some project we would be working on the next month. I got Tyler for a partner and he was pretty much a volcano of ideas. He was bubbling out one after another and it exhausted me to the point that I was too tired to even look at my wrist watch. Too much Biology talk makes my head spin and I was really close to comatozing myself.

Although I arrived late, Geography professor was even tardier. Ironic, isn't it? Professors are supposed to be our role models. I guess our generation will be late for pretty much everything in life, thanks to our high school paragon. Make notes, reporters, for the next time you're reporting about elderly first-time mothers.

Edward let out a deep sigh of relief as I was trying to restore the balance in my lungs.

"I'm still alive," I grinned and lifted the injured finger. I completely rocked the plaster with butterflies on it. I have to wonder which of my parents have me this accident gene, though. My mum could be the spoke person for the healthy – I don't think I have ever seen a bruise on her, while Charlie … well, if there were still plasters bought when I was 5 in his bathroom, I do not think there's much to say.

"And I am glad," he smiled.

"Where's the professor?"

"I'm guessing something is troubling him … hey, Bella, when was the last time you were studying Geography?"

"Geography?"

Honestly I didn't remember it. Lately I've been so occupied by this stupid book we were reading, a monument for women's stupidity, really. I don't know what kind of machismo champions write our school curriculum, but they certainly should not be allowed to enter the school system. Why do they want us to praise books that celebrate women who never stand up for themselves and let their men control them? You know that joke when there's flood and a guy is trapped on his roof? Then people in boat and helicopter arrive to take him to safety but he dismisses them saying his lord will save him. And in the end he drowns because there's nobody descending from above. He meets his lord with angst and asks why didn't he help him and the mighty man responds that he did send rescuers?

Well, hello? There are opportunities around us, just waiting for us to take charge and improve our lives! What are we waiting for?! Why do we need a saviour to save us; why cannot we do it ourselves? We are strong, beautiful, independent women; we can do everything! There's no need for us to be bitter that moment before we die, releasing we will never achieve our ideal life. We can get up, pack our bags, leave the douche; screw the society and what people think; we live for ourselves and we deserve to live well!

Anyway, I was so enraged by curriculum's attempt to turn back the clock and make us 1700s society again that I kind of forgot about Geography.

Edward asked me to explain Britain's climate. I surprised myself how much I remembered despite not repeating it in a while. Well, all illusions of my eidetic memory faded when I knew nothing of Asia's agriculture. I helped him decipher a sketch in textbook and then I returned to the hall of fame when I mastered pretty much everything there was to master about Arctic.

Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later, the professor finally showed up, without an untied tie for an excuse, bringing a pop quiz with him! Believe it or not, unannounced test didn't shock me nowhere near as much as the questions did. Sure, I knew everything, everything was peachy in this department – how could it not be if Edward asked me the same ones just minutes earlier?

I am not talking of similar questions. When I say exact, I mean it in the most pure meaning of the word. Somehow, Edward not only knew of this test's existence; he knew every single detail of it!

I sat still when the bell announced it was break time again. Everyone left the classroom, only Edward and I stayed behind.

"What was this?" I turned to him.

"A pop quiz," he shrugged.

"That is mot what I am talking about and you know it," I felt anger, confusion and fear taking over me. Selfish, ay? His kind heart made sure I was adequately prepared for the test so that it wouldn't screw my average yet I was inflamed. My people skills are messed up; I should accept any help I get and just move on. I should be burnt on a stake.

"It was a coincidence …"

"A coincidence? You think I'm dumb? Sure, coincidence would be getting one, maybe two questions right but all of them? That's such a statistical miracle I should just die in plane crash without boarding!"

"I guess the professor was just thinking the way I did … we thought the same things were important ..."

"Oh just shut up, Edward Cullen! I am not that kind of girl that would eat any crap you'd try to sell! You knew we were going to have a pop quiz and you knew all the questions! How did you know?"

"I didn't…"

"If she was a woman, sure, I'd believe you are her pet and she told you but since he's a guy, I'm thinking you broke into his cabinet?!"

"I didn't break into anything!"

"La la la, and I believe in Santa!"

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he dismissed me.

"Oh, I think we both know I'm right!" I exclaimed. Surely, anger could give me heart attack but it made my surprisingly efficient at PE. I even managed to get the ball into a goal; the professor apparently believed it was all result of his hard work as he staggered back while praising lord. I probably should be proud of me but anger was consuming me.

I don't enjoy being hateful to people. I really wish we could all just live in peace, getting on well with each other; make love don't fight or whatever hippies say, they certainly have a point.

Sadly, Edward keeps provoking the angry, punk side of me. It is not really my fault; I am actually a very kind, peaceful person.

On my way to the lockers I passed by Alice, Edward's sister. I don't really know what lit a bulb in my head but I felt so vigorous, so energetic and so powerful. I was the eye of the tornado and I was determined to rattle Edward's cage, put him in his place. Hell, I was no pawn and would not start being one for Edward, despite his beautiful appearance, sparkling eyes and his delicious smell! People are not material goods and we should not be used, no matter how perfect our wannabe owners are!

I exclaimed her name and Alice turned around, smiling. If I was not so ran down with emotions, I would probably wonder why she looked at me so kindly. I had never really had a feeling she particularly liked me. I don't know what I did to make the Cullen family hate me.

"Yes?"

Jasper was definitely worth of the family name. As if looking at me could give him smallpox (hello? Isn't their father a doctor? He should know smallpox was extinct!) he turned around, staring into lockers with such a desire that I wondered if he wanted to steal it and take it home with him.

Whatever. I lived before I met them and I will survive this hostility.

"Alice … you might know that I'm tutoring Edward maths …"

"Yes, I know," she smiled. Hm, I got a new theory. I had been going to this school for months now and I never saw anyone talk to any of the Cullens. Maybe they had some sort of 'who will be talked to first' competition and I just won it for Alice! If that was the case, I certainly deserved half of the reward, whatever it was.

"Well … I was just wondering …" how could anyone spend so much time in high school and not have clue about fractions whatsoever? "What were his grades like before this F?"

She thought about for a second. Call it the slap to the face, the final nail in the coffin or the final straw, whatever.

"I believe he had straight A. He is the best mathematician in the family."

Is there a law that prohibits people from stealing other people's precious free time? If there is, the next time Edward and I would meet would be in court when I would sue him and strip him off everything he owns and all he would ever own!

The first thing I planned to do after coming home was make pesters that would express my anger; multiply them by thousands and put them on school's walls. Then I would set up a club of Edward Cullen haters, something I doubt anyone else besides me would ever join. I didn't care about the bankruptcy; I just wanted the world to know what a jerk he was.

I officially hated Edward Cullen. The kind ohase was over, I was back with vengeance on my mind.

To Be Continued.

Broughttoyouby:::winter.