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Chapter Four

BPOV

I got back from the hospital on a Wednesday, so I just spent the rest of the week at home, catching up on my homework, and making a head start on a couple of projects that had to me in soon. I was dreading going back to school, it was late November, so there was ice all over the floor. Even when there was no ice on the floor, and I didn't have a broken leg or have to walk on crutches, I would always fall over. Having the ice and crutches would just make things so much worse. I'd be surprised if I didn't end up with another broken leg by the end of the week. Curse me and my clumsiness. I got it off my mom. She was always clumsy, and unfortunately I got it off her.

I leaned over the side of my bed, trying to find my school bag. I had it last night, and I had left it down the side of my bed, but I couldn't find it. I'd been looking around my room, for ten minutes now, and still had no clue where it had gone. I decided to give it a few more minutes, and then I would just give up and ask Emmett about it. I lifted the covers slightly and peaked under my bed, but all I could see was dust, and a few bits and pieces I would have to clean up later. There was an old dirty sock, an empty tube of lip balm and a few pieces of glass left over from the dove. I sighed when I saw them, whenever I saw the dove; it always made me think of my mom. Now seeing how the dove was broken it made me think how much my heart broke when she died just like the glass.

I let go of the sheet, letting it drop back to the floor and cover up the broken glass. I still hadn't found my bag, and right now, I was fed up of looking. I picked my crutches up off the floor and slowly made my way down stairs. I was getting used to this now, and found it a lot easier then when I first got home. Once downstairs, I hobbled into the kitchen, hoping to get a quick breakfast, but once I got to the kitchen, I found Emmett sat at the table with two plates of eggs. One plate in front of him, and another in front of the chair opposite his. I smiled at him. Emmett never could cook really, so he must have put a lot of effort into making sure he didn't burn the eggs. I normally made the breakfast, only for Emmett though. Charlie had usually left for work or to go fishing, so I rarely made him breakfast. I placed a forkful of eggs into my mouth surprised at how well they tasted. Maybe Emmett could cook.

"How are you feeling this morning? You do feel well enough to go to school?" Emmett asked me, shoving a huge forkful of eggs into his mouth. I laughed at him. Whenever something like this happened he always acted as if I was dieing, but to me, this was normal. I've broken a few bones so I was fine really.

"Don't worry, Emmett. I'm fine. As long as you help me get over the ice, I'm sure I'll survive the day," I laughed a little more, at how over protective Emmett was. We continued to eat our breakfast in a comfortable silence. Once finished, I remembered to ask him about my bag.

"Emmett have you seen my bag any where, I couldn't find it this morning?" I asked him looking up from my almost empty plate.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I put it in the jeep, sorry if you spent ages looking for it, I just wanted to save you the trouble," he told me in a deep voice. I smiled at him, to show it was okay, then I pushed my plate towards him and told him he best get going with the dishes, seen as I didn't have time to do them before school. Emmett picked them up and wandered away whilst mumbling to himself, and all I did was lean back and relax a bit. Ahh, I could get used to not have to do anything.

EPOV

I paced up and down my room, for what must have been the hundredth time this morning. Bella was coming back to school today and I didn't know what to do. I had been thinking about it all week, mulling over how I could do that to a person. I know I had been unusually quiet, and I could see the faces of my family, whenever I sat down at the lunch table with them. They all looked at me, with a look of concern and surprise. Concern that I wasn't acting like my normal self, and surprised that I'd sat with them, without some girl attached to me. It surprised me also. I never normally acted like that, but still, I couldn't bring myself to go make out with Tanya, or Jessica or even Lauren. All I could do was think about what I'd done to bella, worry about if she was okay. It was really starting to annoy me; I didn't want to be worried about her. I'd never liked her and the only thoughts I ever had were of mean things to say or do to her. I'd never so much as worried about her, or even considered what she would feel whenever I did something to her.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I was thinking about this all too much. I had to get over this and just forget about it. It wasn't my fault I didn't know my own strength, or that Bella was too clumsy and couldn't stay on her feet. All I wanted to do was make her stumble slightly, so she would at least look at me, but no. being icy and her being clumsy she had to fall down the stairs. It wasn't my fault, she just had to learn to control her feet.

I sighed again. I seemed to be doing that a lot recently. I stopped pacing and looked around. My room was a complete tip. I was usually so neat, everything had a place and had to be in it, but now, things were just thrown all across the floor. I didn't know how it happened. A quick glance at the clock told me I only just had enough time for breakfast before I left for school. Again I sighed. I would have to tidy up when I got home.

I threw on my jacket and ran downstairs, towards the smell of eggs and bacon. Mom had laid down some plates on the table filled with them, and I just had enough time to eat most of it.

"Mom where's Alice?" I asked. I thought I was going to give her a lift to school, but I didn't see nor hear her. I always gave her a lift to school on a Monday. Every other day she would either go with Jasper or in her own car.

"Oh, I thought she told you. She's going to school with Jasper today," Mom said, looking at me with a confused expression. She knew I always took Alice to school. I wonder why she went with Jasper. Oh well, I would just have to ask her at school. I jumped up and put my dishes in the sink, and gave my Mom, a quick kiss on the cheek, before running out into my car, dreading having to see Bella again.

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