First Day

Isabella

Everyone knows I'm perfect. My life is perfect. My clothes are perfect. Everything is perfect. I have worked my entire life to keep that lie in place. Because that's all it really is, its a lie. A complete utter lie. But if anyone really knew the truth, it would destroy me. Like a house of cards, beautiful on the outside, but delicate to the touch. One wrong move and it'll send my perfect house of cards tumbling down.

My senior year starts today. The first day of my new school year shouldn't be this nerve racking. It could be that it'll also be the first day I see my boyfriend since he left for the summer. My hands were shaking so bad I couldn't get a proper line on my bottom lip with my lip liner.

If I had a choice, I would stay in bed all day with my favorite book. But I don't see that happening any time soon.

"Isabella, come down or you'll be late for school," I hear my mom yell from downstairs.

My first thought is how the hell could I hear her through the music blaring from my speakers. Second is to ignore her, but that won't solve my problems.

"I'm coming mom," I call back, though it is muffled from my continued attempts at putting on my lip liner. Of all the days it decides to have a mind of its own it chooses today.

Finally getting it right, I toss the pencil on the counter and check myself in the mirror. My mahogany hair is in gently curls around my face. My milk chocolate eyes, are covered in eye liner and mascara. I look plain to me, but somehow it passes for perfect.

I find my mother on the bottom on the staircase, ready to criticize my outfit. "Love the shirt," she says pointing a perfectly manicured finger at it.

"Thanks mother," I know its stupid, I'm almost 18 I shouldn't care what my mom says or thinks, but I have to.

She has anxiety issues. And no not the simple one, that you just pop in a pill and chill. These make a car wreck look pretty. That's why my dad leaves to work before he has to just deal with her.

She already looks like a million dollars. Her Vera Wang suit is all ready for the office. My mother is an high priced attorney. While my father is the CEO of a major business firm. That's where I'll be if this lie survives. Unhappy and a workaholic. The joy.

"Where's Aaron?" I ask scanning the living room for my brother.

"In the kitchen."

I leave my mother, in search of my brother. I found him exactly where she said he would be, in his wheelchair, in the middle of the kitchen with his home nurse feeding him. Because even though he is two years older then me, he can't feed himself anymore not after everything.

"Hey Cinderbella!" Aaron yelled. "Come! Lets go for a ride!"

I laughed at my older brothers attempt to be sober, "No, you've been celebrating a little too much today."

"Come'on just one ride," Aaron pouted.

I pulled back from my memory and shuddered. I hated reliving that horrible day.

"Hey brother bear," I smiled, pulling open the fridge door. "First day again, wish me luck."

I looked back at my brother and saw his lopsided smile. The crooked grin that I loved. "Rwella," he gurgled, extending his arms.

"Hug?" I laughed, while he nodded. I place my body in his massive arms and folded them. I loved my big brother more than anything in this world, he was the reason I did everything.

When I straightened, I noticed the stain on my Dolce and Gabbana jeans. Crap! Aaron's specially blended food.

One look at my brother's face and I know he didn't mean to.

"No prob brother bear," I tell him, although I know this ruined everything. I gently kissed his forehead and raced up the stairs before my mother could see me.

I came back down when I heard my mom yell for me again, "Rose is here!"

I ran back down the stairs and there was my best friend, Rosalie Hale, "Come'on chica, Em's downstairs."

Rosalie Hale has been my friend for as long as I can remember. She's the only one that knows half the stuff I go through. She could be a model. She's beautiful and a master at cars. Everything I learned about acting perfect, I learned from her. She's blonde with amazing crystal blue eyes. Tall and pretty much amazing.

Emmett McCarty is her boyfriend, he's also Manhattan Prep's lead shooting guard while my boyfriend is a point guard. Emmett's tall and muscular. With short curly brown hair and icy gray eyes. He's also funny, doesn't take much seriously and laughs at everything.

I walked back to my brother and gave him a kiss on the op of his head, "Bye Aaron."

Rosalie walked through the doors and saw Aaron, "Hey Air Bear. How's my handsome super stud?"

I watched as they communicated with each other, Rosalie acting like there was nothing wrong with him and he was still the guy she had been fantasizing about for the last 8 years.

This is why she was my best friend, she accepted him. "Let's go Rose," I smiled.

"Bye Air Bear," she giggled, kissing his cheek.

He gurgled more of his drool, "Bwe."

I laughed and waved at him before walking into the elevator. When we finally made it to the ground floor, I saw Emmett standing in the lobby.

As soon as the desk receptionist saw me, she sent someone to the underground garage to retrieve my car. Perks of living in one of New York's most luxurious hotels and residential suites, I get my car brought to me, my early birthday present. An Aston Martin Rapide.

"Jesus Hells Bells! Thats your new car!" Emmett exclaimed.

I nodded my head and smiled proudly, starting the act. Reality, I don't care what car this is. I skipped to the driver's seat while Rose sat in front and Emmett in the back.

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" Rose squealed.

"Good, as long as one of us does," I mumbled under my breath. Starting my car, I zoomed into traffic towards my school on the Lower East Side.

Edward

"Get up EJ!"

"Stop fucking with me," I turned and glared at my best friend. I buried my head under my pillow, "Leave me alone Jazz."

"One, I'm not fucking with you. Your mom told me to come get you," he sighed. "Two, its the first day of senior year."

Senior year. I should be happy, damn it. No one expected me to get this far. If anything I should have already been in jail. After graduation, my real life will start. Screw college, that's just a dream. A useless dream that won't happen.

"Dude come'on Ally is probably waiting already."

"Good for her," I mumbled.

He scoffed, "Don't tell me you don't wanna see the new school they transferring us to."

New school, Ha! Tell me and my set, we can't wear our colors in the school building, well expect the lockers on the 5th floor to go up in flames. I know dramatic, but mess with the bull expect the horns.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said in a sing-song voice.

Before I can backhand him with a smart-ass comment, ice cold water was poured on my back. Turning my back quickly I see my mother with her fist clenched around a bucket.

"Get up!" she orders, already dressed in her work uniform. She's a nanny to some big shot's rugrat. She don't make much but we don't need much either.

"Shit Ma!" I groan, getting up from my bed.

Jazz is basically shitting his pants, laughing, "Good shit Elizabeth."

"Excuse me Jasper?" she scoffed, dipping her index finger in the ice water, and flicking it in his face.

He gulped, knowing my ma meant business, "Sorry, Mrs. Masen."

"I thought so," she smirked, walking out the room. "And Alice is here so hurry up and come get breakfast."

"Damn, your mom is a fucking MILF."

I laughed, getting my shit together for a shower, "Like Ally would let that happen." My mom is 33 years old with an 18 yr old son. Do the math and that means she got knocked up at 15 and married my dad at 18.

After a quick shower, I walked back into my room slipping on my jeans and a plain t-shirt with my kicks. When I reached for my bandanna and stuck it in my back pocket, I heard my mother call me from the kitchen.

"Edward Anthony Masen come eat before your food gets cold."

My friends are already busy stuffing their faces when I walk in. I went straight to the fridge to get myself some juice.

"Sit down Edward."

I take my seat next to Ally and flick the back of her head. I've known these two as long as I can remember. Jazz has been my boy since birth and another member of my set. Ally is Jazz's wifey, therefore making her ruby.

"Ma why can't you call me EJ?" I asked, staring at my food.

"If I wanted to call you EJ, I wouldn't have wasted my time naming you Edward."

I hate that damn name, for one reason and one reason only. Its the name of my dead beat dad. Edward Masen Sr, locked up for possession of a deadly weapon and 5 counts of possession of an illegal substance. Yeah I'm a Junior. Edward, Edward Jr, Junior, whatever its all the fucking same to me.

"Did you hear they even got a parking lot at this school?" Ally scoffed, raising her perfectly waxed eyebrow.

I had to say even though she's like my sister, shorty is hot and a genius. She's small, not taller than 5 ft which makes a difference to my 6 ft frame and even worse to Jazz's 6'2", with short spiky raven black hair and red dyed tips, she also has midnight blue eyes. But she's got this fire to her that lights her up. She might be tiny but bitch packs a fucking punch.

"Fucking-A its Manhattan, how do you expect the rich kids to get there? You expect them to take the train." Jazz laughed.

Jazz was tall and lean. Blonde with blue eyes, fuck if I didn't know the kid I would think he was one of them. But his scars gave him away. I think the only place on his body that don't have a scar is his face. He also got a few tattoo's, like myself. He's smart and a fucking wise guy. Doesn't take anyone's shit and he got the scars to prove it.

We finished our food and got our shit together for the train ride to Manhattan from Brooklyn. I pulled on my leather jacket as I watched Ally give my mom a kiss on the cheek. I smiled because she simply thinks of these two as her children.

"Later Ma," I called, walking out the door and out the project complex.

Making it outside you can tell the difference between us three and a couple other members. We don't look like we belong here, like we should have ran before showing up. I had penny colored hair and green eyes. We didn't belong based on looks, we belonged because of where we grew up. I proved myself to the set, as did Jazz and Ally. Handing out a few pounds here and there, we made our way towards the subway.

First chapter out... again I would like to know what you think. So please review and let me know, thanks.