"You mother fucker! Do it! Do it, fucker!" shouted a tall girl at a laptop.

The laptop was dirty. Literally. The laptop lid was slightly charred. The screen had significant water damage. On the screen was a list of Word documents. Tons of them. The girl furiously clicked on the clearly damaged mouse pad of the laptop (she kept having to pushing the left button back into place and the right button kept making a creaky sound).

"Come on you stupid fucking—"she shouted again. The girl was trying to take all of these Word documents onto a CD. But what the girl didn't know was that the CD/DVD drive on her laptop did not work anymore.

The girl made a loud, frustrated sound and pushed the laptop onto the smelly couch she now sat. She sat back against the couch, letting out a sigh. She hated that couch. It smelled like dog. And shit. The girl ran her hand through her hair in an attempt to weave out the answers to her current problem.

Her house was quiet, which only added to her frustration. Her new TV, though big and expensive and nice, was off. Her room was just down the hall…and it only contained a bed, a dresser, and totes full of charred valuables as well as clothes. Her entire life, well her old life, was in those totes.

And on the couch she sat. Trying desperately to solve her problem. She wanted to get these files off of the hunk of damaged metal and plastic in front of her. If she could just get those damn files her life would be perfect for the time being. The girl got up, in frustration, and went to her room to retrieve her new laptop (a tiny little laptop that made it hard for her fat fingers to press the keys). The laptop was so small that had to have an external CD/DVD drive. She got that as well and shuffled back to the living room and sat down on the couch. She booted up her new laptop and waited for the thing to come to life when a thought hit her, hard.

She took the external CD/DVD drive, which plugged into the USB drive on the laptop, and plugged it into her old laptop. She waited. She watched.

"Come on, please…please…please fucking work," she pleaded. She fiddled with some buttons for a moment before her hands shot up into the air. "Yes! Yes! Yes, it worked!" The computer now had a working CD/DVD drive so she could remove all of her old files onto a CD.

Which is what she did. Every single file she had ever saved was on a span of two CD's. But one story she actually saved to her new laptop. It was this large file, called TwiScene.

And what follows below this opening is the newest chapter that that very frustrated girl has written.

I scanned the parking lot for that stupid Volvo but couldn't find it.

So here I was, hurt and bleeding, and I had not ride home. I was gonna have to walk home because Fuck-ward was off somewhere. I took a deep breath and started my journey.

My home, well Charlie's home, was somewhat far from the school and somewhat not far from the school. I didn't have an exact distance or time to go on because I never had to walk home. But this was all my fault in the first place. I should never have taken an offer for a ride from Edward.

I left the school and began my walk on the side of the damp road of Forks. My shoes making a small Plop! sound with every step.

Damn this had been a stressful day. First, the whole mess with Edward driving me to school and me cutting my finger. Then, he kisses me. Then, lunch was the awkward-est it had ever been. Then, I kicked Lauren's ass. And now I'm here. Alone. Walking home. Nothing could be worse, I hope.

Then it started to fucking rain.

"Really?" I asked the sky. I pulled my jacket out of my bag and put it on, pulling the hood up. I threw the bag of ice to the side of the road and it landed in a puddle of mud. I didn't really need it anymore. I put my phone securely in my pocket, which would come very much in handy if I would happen to be, oh I don't know, kidnapped or mugged or any other form of horrible incident that could happen when a high school student walked home. The only high school students I'd seen walk to and from school were the ones whose houses were a five to ten minute walk down the road. And those kids always had someone to walk with.

I contemplated calling Charlie and asking for him to pick me up, but then I couldn't bring myself to tell him why I would need him to come and pick me up. Fuck. Charlie…how was I going to explain this to him? I wasn't going to mention Edward, that much I was certain. What would Charlie even do when he heard about the discipline problem (he would for sure hear being in this small town and him being the chief of police, I'm sure the word would get to him)? I bet he would call Renée.

I tried to think of all the times Renée had to deal with discipline. There hadn't been many. A detention here or there for simple things: back talking a teacher, not doing as instructed, etc. She had just grounded me for a few days, given me a slap on the wrist, and asked for me to not do it again. And most of the time I didn't.

I stepped into a deep puddle of water and my shoe became soggy. This would probably be the only time I wouldn't like the rain in Forks.

Maybe Charlie would just ask that I not do it again or give me a stern lecture. I really didn't plan on kicking Lauren's ass again, only if she needed it. But I think, well I hope, I taught that bitch a lesson.

I heard the distant screech of tires on the wet road and stopped to listen. Do I just continue to stand here? I moved over to more of the ground and not so much on the road and waited for the car to pass me, hoping it wasn't Charlie or anyone I would faintly recognize.

But when the car came into view, it was a car I recognized. Its driver I knew very well. Mr. Volvo driving-leave me with no ride-jack off was speeding down that wet road to me. I walked back into the road and stood in the middle of the lane with my hands on my hips. It was probably an odd scene to someone watching but I very much didn't give a shit at the moment.

Edward sped to me, and stopped just when I was about to move out of the damn way because I thought the fucker was going to hit me. The door popped open.

"Well thanks for leaving me at school, mother fu-" I had started to say.

But it wasn't Edward who got out of that car. I instantly felt bad that I had mistaken this person for Edward. It was that girl…fuck, what was her name? She was the short Cullen, the one with kind of spiky loops on the tips of her hair; she was with that one kid, the Hale. Um…Al-something…Allison? No, Ally? No. Fuck, what was her name?

When she got out of the car she smiled at me, and smiled wider when I started and stopped talking.

"Uh-" I started to say. "Hi."

"Hello!" she said and was way too cheerful for me right now.

"Um-your," I decided to just go with Allison. "Allis-"

"Alice," she filled in quickly which was kind of strange but I promised myself I would focus on that later.

"Yeah, sorry. Um-where's Edward? He left and, I guess, forgot we rode together," I said. She tilted her head to the side with that smile permanently etched on her face.

"Edward's not feeling to well, and he apologizes for leaving so quickly. But he sent me to come and pick you up! Okay?" she asked. I nodded dimly. "Good. Hop in."

I complied and stepped over to the car, pulling the door open. The inside of the car was warm and dry. Alice had the radio on a new wave station, with Fireflies by Owl City playing.

Once I was in the car she did I weird U-turn on the road and drove toward my house. She and Edward were most certainly some sort of family because she drove just as fast as he did.

"So…why are you not at school then?" I asked.

"Edward told me he didn't feel right to drive, so I took him home, and came to get you," she explained. "Why didn't you stay at school or call someone to come get you?"

"I didn't want to call Char-my father, and I didn't know who else to call," I said.

Alice didn't say anything, just nodded.

To me, it felt odd to be in his car without him driving. I wonder what he's doing…is he puking? Sneezing? Coughing?

"How is Edward?" I asked.

"He'll live," she said with a small laugh. "It's just stomach flu."

"Good. He didn't seem sick all day, but then we were just going to Biology and his face went blank and he said he had to go," I said as I recalled the events leading up to my ass now serving In School Suspension (I.S.S.).

"Yeah…he said it just hit him suddenly. And he didn't want to say anything to you, he didn't want you to worry," she said with a voice that thought the fact that he didn't want me to worry was cute, very cute.

"Oh," I said with a nod.

Metric's Help I'm Alive started to play on the radio. Alice turned the volume up some.

"Love this song," she commented. I nodded, unsure whether I needed to say anything.

The ride to my house was short and silent; we got there just as the song ended. Alice stopped right in front of my house.

"Um-thanks. Tell Edward I hope he gets better," I said as I got out.

"I will. Stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, Bella," Alice said with a smile. I smiled back.

"Sure thing. Bye," I said with a wave which she returned as I shut the door of Edward's car before Alice sped down the road.

It had partially stopped raining as I walked to my door, fished my key out of my pocket, and opened the door to home sweet home. I set my things down on the kitchen table and checked the time on my phone; I would be going to Gym right about now.

I sighed as I thought of what to do while I was alone. My mind settled on homework, whatever homework I could find, so I grabbed my bag and headed upstairs. The first step on the stairs creaked loudly and it made me mentally jump, so I walked briskly up the rest of the stairs. I was happy to step into my room and sit on my bed. Today had been such a stressful day. This was my first overly stressful day in Forks; it was right up there with almost getting hit by Tyler's van. I had to laugh out loud at that.

I pulled my Trig book, and any homework I could find for Trig, and settled against my sheets with a pencil at the ready. I plugged my phone up and turned on some music so there would be some noise in my room.

I was just finishing up a page that was due tonight when I got a text message from Jessica. I was actually excited to read it, and I'm glad I did decide to read it. It read as follows:

Message from Jessica:

FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:FWD:

Are you team BELLA or team LAUREN? If your team BELLA (we all saw that fight!) then add a * to the end of this message. If your team LAUREN add a + to the end of this message. Whoever gets more votes will be voted the badest bitch in school! Jess is team BELLA!

WOW, thank you Forks High School. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. People thought I, me, Bella Swan, B-Swan, Swan….okay that's enough of that B-Swan….I was the badest bitch in Forks High School. I felt so honored, seriously. How often does this shit happen in a little town like Forks? I'm guessing not a lot.