Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, however I do own black skinny jeans and Ed Hardy shoes. Beat that, Stephanie!

A/N: Hello y'all! You guys are lucky I'm posting this chapter! I disobeyed my review standard and I won't ever do it again! I don't have 80 yet, but I had one reviewer who counted for 10 review, you know who you are ;) I guess I was a bit hard on you guys...Anyhow, Enjoy! I love everyone who did review!

Chapter 4: How Was Juvi?

BPOV

Welcome to the life of Renee Swan. About a year before she finished high school, she was knocked up with a child - well - me. It was her decision to have sex with her a-day-and-a-half boyfriend, Laurent, my father I never knew. Of course I didn't want to. It wasn't like he cared about her. They just hooked up to satisfy each others...needs. When she found out that she was pregnant, she was horrified and it was too late for her to have an abortion.

She doesn't like me very much...or at all for that matter, but she's my mom and I have to respect her. She doesn't make a big deal if I fail a test or get a detention, but if I do something that costs her money, I'm screwed. My mother is very pretty, too generic to be beautiful. Everyday she goes to the bar, 'The Coven', brings home yet another too-young guy, and screws the shit out of him until morning, when she kicks him out.

Which brings us to today...

The car halted to a stop in front of the driveway. Without a word, I slumped out of the passengers seat and opened the door to my house. I wasn't shocked to see what I walked into. The house was a complete mess. There were shattered beer bottles and crushed beer cans on the kitchen floor. Couch pillows were thrown everywhere. Clothes, including my mom's skimpy red lace bra, were strewn across the carpet. And there he was, mother's daily fuck, laying on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy white blanket. I wouldn't be surprised if that was all he had covering him...

He cleared his throat, "Uh, who are you?" he asked. I looked at him before I answered. He was a good-looking guy, tanned, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.

"Bella Swan, Renee's daughter. And you must be Renee's daily fuck?"

"Yeah, I guess." He smiled appraisingly as his eyes - not-too-quickly - raked over my body. "Well I can see where you get your looks from; you're really hot." He added as if it was a normal salutation.

"Hmm. Well I'm not like her. Unlike her, I don't spend all my free time trying to get into some guy's pants."

"So, your a virgin?" He assumed.

"I wouldn't tell you either way."

"Well, I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if you joined our little...rendezvous...later on..." He said, only staring at my chest. I placed my arms around my shoulders to cover.

"What the fuck? I just said I'm not a whore like my mom." I rolled my eyes. Whatever, I guess I was used to perverts in my house due to the fact that they were here on a daily basis. "Bye." I sighed, ascending the stairs to.

I went to the bathroom to renew the blue color at the tips of my hair. Yes, I was punk, but normal. Not goth. Not Emo. Punk. No white makeup on my face, and I didn't enjoy the thought of pain and death. Nope. Punk is mostly about attitude. You're cool, laidback, and are not afraid to break the rules once in a while. They often present themselves through their clothes, which is why we wear what we wear. I had awesome highlights, wore black red skinny jeans, and hot, normal tops. I hardly wore makeup except for a tiny bit of black eyeliner under my eyes to extenuate my punk look.

I heard the door open. Mom was already inside so it must've been Emmett. Emmett was my brother. He was procreated by another nightly fuck. He ran up the stairs and pounded on my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I shouted.

"Hey Bells!" Rosalie and Emmett hugged me. Rosalie looked stunning, as usual. She was Emmett's boyfriend. She had long blonde hair reaching her shoulders and friendly blue eyes.

"Hey jailbird! What'd you do this time? Emmett asked, smirking arrogantly. Asshole.

"Alice skateboarded into a jewelery store and the cops thought we tried breaking in. No biggy." I shrugged, indifferently. Rosalie laughed.

"Bells, you're so lucky...I wish I was as fearless as you."

"You're pretty damned fearless in bed, sugar." Emmett wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Rosalie, earning him a slap on the head from her.

"Trust me Rose, if you're with Emmett, you ought to be fearless. And at least you're pretty, more like gorgeous..."

"Are you joking, Bells? You're hot! Smoking hot!"

"Sure." I said disbelievingly. Well, I gotta catch up with some homework...so, bye." Emmett playfully punched my shoulder and with that, they trudged out of the room.

After eating dinner, I decided to finish my assignments. It's me and Alice's last year of high school and I wanted to achieve the highest marks possible. Although Alice and I were pretty laidback, we cared about school. Yes, we skipped to have some fun. No, we're not the perfect students, but we have the potential to get into a good university. I have a ninety three average and Alice reaches just below. We both have the same amount of credits and amazing community service hours. We were both planning to apply for Dartmouth. I've always wanted to either be a famous skateboarder or an author. I was a real pussy when it came to making my dreams came true, but I had a real passion for it and Alice said I have great potential.

Alice on the other hand aspires to be a writer too, however she's more into journalism. She really likes competition between coworkers so I suppose a journalism firm would be a good environment for her.

Right now, however, we're just living in the moment. We're not gonna be worried about that shit 'till we really need to. After rereading a few chapters of my favorite novel, Wuthering Heights, I drifted off into a dreamless slumber...

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The annoying buzzing of my alarm clock awoke we in the morning. I got up and ready, wearing maroon skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, reading 'bite me', in red print, and my black 'Ed Hardy' converse-style running shoes. I didn't brush my hair, purposely, leaving me with a rugged look, and I swiped on a tiny bit of black eyeliner. Oddly, I had naturally red lips, so no lip gloss was needed and my brown hair and eyes brought out my ivory skin tone. I sighed. I was pulled from my reverie when I heard a honking. Oh yeah, Alice and I were boarding to school today. I ran out the door, my skateboard in my arms grasp, to an impatient Alice.

"Let's go, douche!" Alice called, as she ollied and started skating down the street. I repeated her movements until I caught up to her and we were soon at Forks High.

Weird. Usually everyone in school would ignore us, well, except for the guys that checked us out and a few rumor-spreading bitches, but it was different today. For some reason, everyone who passed us either laughed at us or started walking in a different direction. Alice seemed to notice it too.

"What the fuck?" breathed, clearly suspicious. That was until Tanya, Lauren, and Jessica skipped up to us.

"So, how was juvi, you guys?" Tanya smirked, her sickly-sweet voice burning my ears. Jessica and Lauren giggled behind her. I froze. They knew? Oh no! How did they find out?! But that wasn't the real issue...that didn't matter. What mattered was...

If they know, everyone knew.

A/N: It was kind of a filler, I guess. It'll get WAY better, I promise! It sucks now, but the conflict hasn't even started...Please review! I'd like...90 reviews for the next chapter! I don't think that's so so bad!