A/N: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Thank you for reading my story and please, please, please review!
Bella POV
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
My alarm clock bleeped annoyingly loud as I slammed my hand down on it and rolled out of bed. I hit the floor and touched the top of my head. Sure enough, there was tenderness there. I was definitely going to get a nasty bruise in a couple of days. Not that I had enough already.
"Rach," I gently said and shook her to wake her up. Five o'clock in the morning wasn't exactly a fun time to wake up, but she made me anyways.
Her eyes quickly popped open. "Hey Bella!" she said as she lept out of bed and brushed out her ratty pyjamas. My stepmother wasn't exactly that easy on her, or me, for that matter. "Let's change," she suggested. I nodded and slipped into my blue skinny jeans and white t-shirt. When Rachel turned around, she was wearing her band t-shirt and light wash skinny jeans.
We walked down to the kitchen as Rachel went to turn on the radio. "What are we cooking today?" Rachel asked.
"For breakfast, I guess we'll make waffles, orange juice, and cinnamon rolls!" I hustled her to the fridge where we took out all of our ingredients and started to cook. This was my only real time to think during the day because Victoria wasn't awake yet. She slaved me around to do practically everything for her, including all of the cooking. She was the one who made my life a living hell.
Rach set down the cutlery and glasses as I took out the plates and put one waffle on each. I took the orange juice pitcher to the table and filled each of the glasses halfway up, leaving the pitcher on the table if they wanted more.
"We should get going soon, we also need to pack our breakfast and our lunch," Rachel said while grabbing two paper bags from the cupboard.
As I slowly crept up to the room, I heard a door open. Great.
"Bella? Rachel?" Arinn asked us in her high pitched-nasal voice. I turned around on my heels to face her.
"Yes Miss Brown?" I politely asked her.
"Come here," she said, and I was obliged to walk over to her. She came and punched my stomach. "I'm done." She dusted her hands off and turned to Rachel.
"Rachel, why don't you do it too?" Rachel's eyes hardened as she came up and punched me in the stomach as well. "You can go to your room now," Arinn said smugly as she walked into the bathroom. I ran up to the bedroom and Rachel closed the door behind her.
"I'm so sorry Bella!" she started to cry as she came and hugged me.
"I understand," I assured her. We were to do anything that Victoria or The Sisters said or else we would be beaten. Not that it made that much of a difference anyways.
I stuffed the crinkly brown paper bag into my plaid, fraying knapsack as Rachel did the same. I hustled down the stairway as quickly as I could to avoid Victoria and The Sisters. I slung my jacket onto my arm and ran outside. Rachel wheeled my ancient turquoise two-seater bike and I laid my knapsack on my seat for a sec as I slipped on my navy raincoat and helmet. Rachel had an old windbreaker. I slipped my leg over the seat, my knapsack on my shoulders, one foot on the ground and one foot balanced on the pedal.
"Ready?" I called back to her.
"Ready!" she called forward to me as we both started peddling towards our school. What I didn't know is how my world would change within the next few weeks at school.