Guys, I don't know when this will be up, because my thing won't let me add chapters or anything. It won't let me edit anything! I've had my all my next chapters done for a while now, but I can't post them because of the glitch! I'm sorry! Anyways, enjoy! (:

DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately don't own Twilight, or Made, but I do own car named, Annabelle. (: I love that car!

The crowd was literally freaking out, including me. Of course, I was for different reasons then everyone else. Yes, there was the biggest game in Forks history, but the only thing I had my eyes on was the boy with the untamable bronze-colored hair peeking out from under his helmet. Occasionally when the players went to line up again, he would glance up at the stands and smile my favorite smile.

Edward took over Jacob's quarterback position, since Jake was otherwise occupied watching next to me, with a sprained ankle. I nervously checked the scoreboard, even though I would've known if it had changed. When Edward made the team I didn't know anything—absolutely nothing, nada, zip, etc.—about football, but I wanted to know, so I could cheer him on in the crowds and understand when he talks about it. This was likely, since I knew he was going to be amazing. He always was great at everything. Anyways, I asked Charlie first if he knew anything about football. After an hour long speech about how the world didn't revolve around Edward—if he only knew—he forgot what I was asking and left for the station. Well, he was out. I had two other options; I could learn by books and watching it with my dad, or ask Edward. I really wish I didn't have to ask Edward. Luckily after I finished a couple of the books—consisting mostly of football for dummies—I got it down quickly. It actually wasn't that complicated of a sport. I can still remember Edward's first game…

*Flashback*

Bells, are you sure about this?" The little boy asked his best friend. "You don't have to go. I know you're not the most athletic person I know," He teased, holding back a laugh at the little girl's stance. He has seen this pose many times before. She had her chin jutted out, a defensive hardening in her eyes. Her tiny arms crossed in front of her, so tightly it looked almost painful. Not that the little girl would say anything if she was in pain. She was more a 'suffer in silence' type.

"I think I can handle a football game," The little girl defended herself.

The little boy finally broke and let out a soft smooth chuckle. This then broke the little girl's stance like it always does and she smiled while dragging him—or attempting to—to the door.

The little girl was literally bouncing as she made it out to her second parents' car. "Hey, Elizabeth, Edward," She waved and smiled.

"Hello, dear, Edward said you wouldn't have wanted to go, since you aren't the most athletic person out there," She said holding back a laugh. The little girl rolled her eyes.

"Like mother, like son," She muttered, and then said louder. "No, I want to go," She insisted, looking over at Edward. The little boy's mom gave the little girl a knowing look, while his dad started the car.

"Are you excited, son?" The little boy's dad asked, once they were driving down the road, towards the field.

"Very," The little boy said, while his eyes sparkled. The little girl smiled at the spark in his eyes.

"What position are you playing?" The little boy's mom asked, worriedly. The little girl was also afraid her best friend might break something, or get hurt because he had to block someone so huge they wouldn't have looked like they were in 6th grade.

"I think I'm the running back, since I was one of the fastest on the team." The little boy smiled, because he loved running. The feeling of freedom as the wind blew through his untamable locks. The little girl was the only one who he told this and she smiled, realizing the expression on his face.

"Just make sure not to get too hurt, please," The little boy's mom smiled a soft smile, but anyone could see she was afraid for her only son.

"I'll be fine mom," the little boy assured her.

*End Flashback*

And he sure was fine. He avoided everyone who came near him. Gracefully, weaving through the sea of boys in helmets and jerseys, so he could score for our team. The coach always said he saw great possibilities for Edward, and look at him now. I smiled proudly before remembering the score. The scoreboard sat there almost taunting me as the numbers on there seemed to be wrong. According to the board we were down about 5 points and we only had four minutes, so all we needed was a touchdown and we would win.

I could tell the team was trying their best. Everyone could see that, but the other team was just so good. Every time we get even remotely close to scoring, they always get the ball, by tackling our running back or intercepting our passes. Our guys were giving it their hardest, but this other schools' too well. All the players were sweating heavily and panting as they lined up again. Edward's head snapped towards the bleachers quickly before looking in front him. His mouth was moving, so I knew he was calling out the switch of positions. The players moved around into their new position, and it started.

Ben was center, so he hiked the ball to Edward, who looked to pass to either Eric, or Tyler. But he didn't pass to either. Instead, he faked it, and when the others went to run in that direction he took off across the scrimmage line. Now, Edward is one of the fastest persons I know, so when I saw he was about to be tackled by a human steroid disposal, I jumped out my seat not caring who was watching and screamed.

"RUN, EDWARD! FASTER!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, probably hurting the ears of the people around me. But I sighed in relief when Edward started to pick up the pace. I sat back down on the edge of my seat. Everything seemed to go annoying slow after that outburst, like everything was in slow motion.

The steroid disposal looked ahead and realized Edward was close to getting a touchdown, so he jumped in the air about to strike. My heart stopped beating as I saw the man flying through the air. Edward was so close. It felt like it took forever, but the man was finally coming back down, slowly, right above Edward.

My breathing stopped.

The crowd fell silent as the buzzer rang, signaling game over. The guy landed right on top of Edward, but not his arm. Edward's arm was reached out, with the football in hand. The guy rolled over and there lay Edward, a big grin on his face. Our side of the bleachers started yelling and chanting Edward over and over again. Edward's arm reached out across the touchdown line making us a point ahead of the other team. Our team members all came over to Edward to help him up off the ground. But the ground wasn't good enough, and they lifted him to their shoulders, yelling his name the whole time.

He removed his helmet to reveal a few scrapes and soon to be bruises. He looked over and our eyes met. He smiled a huge smile, and I couldn't keep the grin that he always caused. "You did it! Congrats," I mouthed, hoping he understood.

"Thank you," He mouthed back.

"Let's go wait in the parking lot for him," Jacob suggested. I nodded and went to help him up.

After a shameful attempt to get him down the stairs I laughed.

"How did you even get up here?" I asked between laughter.

"I have absolutely no idea. It seems easier to get up these things then down. I feel like I'm going to fall face first every time I move my feet." He laughed with me.

After a few minutes he was down the stairs completely unscathed. Mostly everyone was already gone or in the parking lot, so it was easy to get him to the Vanquish quicker. Jacob was going to ride back with us, because his ride could only drop him off. But when we got closer to the car I heard a strange noise. Almost like a moan. I looked at Jake to see him looking at me the same way. I started moving closer to investigate and what I saw shocked me beyond belief.

Edward was pressed against the car with Lauren pressed against him, their lips locked, and her moaning into his mouth. I heard a noise of disgust, and then realized it was from my own mouth. They broke apart, at my noise. Lauren looked smug and Edward looked shocked.

"Bella-" He started, but I cut him off.

"No. Don't you, Bella, me. I don't want to hear it Edward Mason. All I want to say is you're better than this whore." I gestured to Lauren, whose mouth popped open at my words.

"Bella, it's not what it-." But this time Lauren cut him off.

"Come on Eddie-poo. Tell her already. We have been seeing each other for a while now." She smiled smugly at me while she wrapped her arms around Edward. I could feel the tears coming, but I wasn't sure if it was from sadness or anger.

"Lauren, we're not-." Edward tried, but I wasn't hearing it.

"Whatever, Edward. It's your life. Live it how you want to, just know when you get an STD from this slut—" But Lauren's nasally voice interrupted me and I unwillingly turned my head to look at her.

"Excuse me? I don't have any STD's. And I'm not a slut!" She sneered.

"How many guys have you slept with? Did you use protection anyone of those times? Or maybe you haven't even slept with anyone. You could've used other parts of your body to satisfy men…or women if you go that way. You're a whore. It shows in the way you dress, the way you act, everything about you screams fake ass whore." And that was all I got out before her fist started to peel back. I saw it coming, so I ducked out of the way just in time for her swipe to go right above my head.

I saw red. That was all it took for me to jump on her. I barely got there before Edward held me back. Lauren was hiding behind Edward a smirk on her plastic face.

"Bella, you're better than this. Don't stoop to her level," Edward said softly in my ear. I flinched away from his voice.

"So, I guess this is your level now, too, huh? Whatever. Have a happy life, Edward." I said, turning to walk away. The tears were brimming in my eyes now. Jacob crutched up beside me.

"Bella, where are you going?" He asked, softly.

I sniffled. "Home,"

"You're walking?" He sounded surprised.

"Just 'cause I'm fat doesn't mean I can't walk a far distance." I snapped, turning to glare at him.

"That's not what I meant," He sighed. "I meant, it's late and Edward—"

"Screw, Edward," I sniffled, louder this time.

"You don't mean that," He soothed. "You're just mad. I'm sure it was all a big misunderstanding. You know Edward more than I do and I'm sure he wouldn't be kissing Lauren." He sneered her name. Good, I'm not just biased about her because she picks on me.

"Then what do you think he was doing, Jacob? He had his tongue down her throat and doesn't even care that I saw the whole thing. He doesn't care that I'm his best friend. He doesn't care that I love him! He just doesn't care," I blurted before I realized what I just said. I froze and I looked over to see Jake's mouth hanging open.

"You…You love him?" He choked out. I gave him a weird look. I expected him to be shocked, or grossed out, but not hurt or wounded.

I sighed. "Yes. I have loved him since Elementary school," I smiled at the memories that popped up in my head, and then frowned starting to tear up again.

"He doesn't deserve you then," He finally said. I snorted.

"Yeah, more like the other way around," I rolled my eyes, and then realized something. "Jake, what are you still doing here? You can't walk all the way to the Rez, that's too far." I stopped making him stop too. "And you're on crutches. Go back to Edward." I ordered.

"Only if you go with me," He said, solemnly.

"I don't ever want to see his face again," I stated, simply, though that was going to be hard, since his face was in almost every thought I have.

"Well then put a bag on his face," Jake suggested.

I laughed. "Yeah, and then we can let him drive. Did you forget my dad's a cop?" I teased.

"Well, what did you think we would let him do with a bag over his head? Ride in the backseat? Silly, Bella," Jacob chuckled.

"Oh, oops, my bad," I said dryly.

"No, but, Bella, it's either go back or walk."

"How about you go back and I walk?" I suggested hopelessly.

"How about, no," He deadpanned. I looked up to see his face. It's pretty sad when you have to look that far up to see the face of a man on crutches. He laughed at the odd angle my head was lifted. "Put your head down before you hurt yourself," He suggested, laughing the whole time.

I complied and was about to say a witty remark back when a car pulled up beside us slowing to a crawl. The window rolled down to see Edward's sad face. I looked away not about to be guilted into this. Jacob looked torn, confused on which side to take.

"Bella, please listen to me," Edward begged. His voice sounded hoarse like he was on the edge of tears, but it was probably from all the face mashing. I kept walking, acting as if he wasn't there. Jake crutched along beside me. Edward took my silence as an opportunity to go on. "Lauren cornered me in the parking lot, saying she wanted to congratulate me. I told her it was a team effort, but she kept coming closer. I was trying to push her away or back up or something, but I ended up against the car. I told her no, but she didn't listen, Bella. Bella, you know I wouldn't do that. You know me," He whispered.

"I thought I knew you, Edward. Now, though…Now I know what you really are, I guess." I frowned, close to crying again. Damn him. Why did I get so wrapped up hoping one day he might see me? He might actually see me. That I wasn't invisible and I couldn't be walked over that easily.

"And what is that, Bella?" He sounded angry now. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to glare at him. His car stopped, too.

"An 'A' grade asshole! You are like every other cliché high school football player who always goes after the head slut of the school, while your best friend is ignored. While she sits and watches people throw themselves at him, and he enjoys it! He milks it for what it's worth! He's not worth my time anymore. Think in a few years from now when your high school glory days are just a memory and your hair is thinning, and you're gaining some extra weight that that was the life you chose. I always thought you were going to grow up and become a famous composer, and make something of yourself, but if this is the life you want, then so be it. Just know that I'm not going to be in it anymore," This whole speech was spit between clenched teeth as he looked shocked at my words. I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek, but it must just be my imagination. He doesn't care about me anymore.

"Bella—"

"Fuck off, Edward. I'm done," And that was it. The last thing I said to Edward before I started walking again. Jake started following me, but I stopped him in a deadly tone. "Get in the car and go home, Jake."

"But—"

"Now." He sighed, but got in the car. Edward drove away after that leaving me in complete silence as I walked through the town. Everywhere I looked there was a reminder of my childhood, which was a reminder of Edward. The first time I learned to ride a bike was in the parking lot of the corner store which I just passed. Edward helped me up every time I fell, since he learned before me and was teaching me. The ice cream shop with the happy looking snowman in the window was the place where we got ice cream when I finally learned how to ride and was conflicted with being sad of my injuries or happy because I did it. Edward took me to get ice cream to cheer me up. I passed a few other blocks down memory lane before the tears came. I was at the park now, where most of the memories occurred. I had to stop here, because I couldn't see clearly with my eyes watery. I sat down on the swing set and cried.

I cried for a waste of my life. I cried for calling it a waste. I cried for a lost friendship. I cried for my broken heart, sorry I gave it so much hope in the first place. I cried for all the happy memories that happened in this very place. I just cried. I cried until the tears wouldn't come anymore. By that point I knew it was late and I should head home.

By the time I made it home, it was around midnight and I thanked the unknown for letting Charlie not be here. He couldn't see me like this, and I didn't want to relive this night ever again.

At that moment I knew what I had to do. I had to leave. I didn't really want to leave Charlie to fend for himself, but I have a good feeling about Sue. I would have to apologize to Jacob for being so rude earlier. I went up the stairs and into my room immediately searching for my large duffel bag. I found it and started to put only necessities and must haves in. After I had all I wanted from my room I went to the bathroom for my toothbrush. I grabbed my toothbrush quickly stuffing it in my bag with the other stuff, and I did the mistake to look up. My face was red and blotchy from crying so much, and my hair looked like a bird landed in it. My shirt was stained from my tears and I was just a mess. I couldn't face Charlie to tell him goodbye looking like this. He'd demand and answer and I didn't feel up to giving it. I walked out of the bathroom and walked down the stairs thinking of my life as I passed the photos documenting it on the wall.

I found the pad we used to write phone messages on and a pen.

Dad,

I'm going to live with mom. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in person this is just something I need to do. It wasn't anything you did, you are a great father, and I love you, but I can't live in Forks anymore. Sorry.

P.s. can you tell Jake I'm sorry? Thanks, dad. I love you.

Bella

I put the note in a noticeable place, so he would see it right away. I walked up the stairs again and retrieved my bag. I slung it over my shoulders and grabbed my keys. I had my barely existent college fund in my pocket and I was ready to go. I hope my mom would be glad I was there. I knew she loved me, but she was with Phil, so even after about five years, they would still be acting like newlyweds. I felt like I was missing something, and I looked at my bag and realized what. I ran up the stairs, almost tripping in the process and made it to my room. I went straight for the drawer and pulled out the paper. I need to change something…

Made Application Form

Name: Bella swan

Age: 17

Sex: F

City, state, country: Jacksonville, Florida; U.S.

Tell us about yourself: My name is Isabella swan, but I prefer Bella. My father is Charlie Swan and we live together in Forks, WA. My mother, Rene, lives with my step-dad, Phil, in Jacksonville Florida. I'm 17 years old and I turn 18 in September. I am a junior at Forks high. Um, my best friend is Edward Cullen. I love to read books, my favorite's classics. I'm probably the clumsiest person you'll ever meet. I literally trip over air. I have long wavy brown hair, and brown eyes. And that's about it!

Why do you want to be made? (Details): I want to be confident in myself. I want to know what it feels like to actually live life, instead of hiding in my house. I want to lose weight for my family and my health. I want to be girly, instead of being a tomboy. I'm a normal girl, but I'm treated like the plague. I don't want that. I want to be beautiful, fit, and confident. I want to be made.

Signature: Isabella Swan

I folded the paper and grabbed an envelope. I scrawled across the front of it before stuffing in the letter. I grabbed my bag, and without taking a backwards glance, I walked out of the house, dropping the letter in the mailbox on my way out.

As the roar of the engine came to life I thought of life in Florida. A new beginning was exactly what I need. And hey, maybe some day I could have enough strength to come back…Let's hope I don't have enough strength for a while…

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