Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

(Hey, what up girl?)

Put my glasses on, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go)

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back – Kesha

"Curse you morning and all that enjoy you." It was sort of my morning ritual; we each had a mutual understanding.

I groaned as I got up, quickly cutting off my now blasting ringtone. I really needed to change that.

My head was killing me, I blamed the flippin' rain that from last night, which still hadn't stopped plaguing our roof. It was going to be number one on my hit list.

As far as mornings go though, this had to be the best. No disgusting Renee wearing her usual disgusted face every time she barged in my room to wake me up and got an eye full of Mr. Pecker.

Who was currently standing at attention, trying to escape the prison of my black boxers.

He was hard as a flippin' bitch and I groaned as I sat up straight. It was all this flipping cold air, trying to freeze your balls off. I wonder if Charlie woke up with this problem every morning.

Ewwww….Shudder. So not a good thought.

I looked at the clock glaring on my desk and cursed.

I guess it wouldn't look good to be late on your first day, especially when Dad had left with a 'Don't be late on your first day.' He was always one for specifics.

"Okay, up you go." I murmured to myself as I rolled out of bed, stayed on the cold floor boards for two seconds and then jumped up.

Quickly grabbing a pair of boy shorts, "boxers were so not made for capris, believe me I've tried", and a sports bra I sprinted to the bathroom, thanking God Charlie wasn't as nasty as Renee and left all her little 'hairs' lying around the place.

"Ahhh relief" I groaned as the hot water stroked my cold flesh, feeling more than refreshed when Mr. Pecker went away and I was actually able to enjoy the shower.

Using my vanilla scented body wash I quickly washed off, thinking about how today would be.

Perhaps I would fine the love of my life.

Psshhh… not likely. A small town like this probably shunned my 'kind'.

I sighed.

"Will love ever find me" I sang aloud, laughing when it vibrated off the shower walls.

It sounded kind of good too.

By the time I emerged from the shower I was happier, cleanlier and realized I was NOT musically inclined.

Quickly throwing on my underclothes I ran back to my room, hurriedly brushing out my hair. Since it was wet there was nothing else to do with it and donned my white khakis and a black tee shirt that read "Boss". Charlie had brought if for my sixteenth birthday last year.

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy

(Hey, what up girl?)

Put my glasses on, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go)

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack

Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

"Awww flip" I cursed as I raced downstairs, nearly falling over my own two feet and quickly pouring a bowl of apple jacks. It was seven thirty meaning I had thirty minutes to somehow find a way to school.

Still with this in mind, I still indulged myself with a second bowl.

What, a girl has to eat right?

Dumping the bowl in the dishes I hurriedly ran outside only to gasp.

There sitting nicely, in the muddy front lawn, ignoring the bleakness of nature, stood a used blue Honda accord.

I might have squealed a little.

Okay, I admit that I screamed bloody murder, especially when Mrs. Miller peeped through her window.

Sometimes I think that woman had nothing better to do.

Anyway… after my screaming feast, I ran back inside to read the yellow note I had neglected.

"Morning Bells. Yes that car is yours; I got a good deal from Jake after he fixed it up. Don't be late for school, no excuses now. Love Dad"

Next to the note was a pair of keys, I don't know how I missed them in the first place.

Thirty minutes later I was singing aloud to "Somewhere I Belong", bobbing my head and everything. The car even had leather seats, a smooth sound stereo and ran like water under your hands… despite what I declared yesterday, I was so hugging Jake when I saw him again.

Soon enough though, my mood kind of dissipated when I pulled up into Forks High School… apparently it was home of the 'Spartans'.

Don't ask me what that is 'cause I couldn't answer.

Also, not surprisingly it was raining, further destroying the cool beat I had going on.

Pulling up next to a yellow Porsche that just emitted… this bright blinding yellow… I dragged on my raincoat and hurried inside.

The most stupid thing about Forks I noted as I walked into the main building wasn't its stupid team name 'Spartans' but its stupid design. I mean whose stupid idea was it to build separate buildings in a school that is always drenched in rain.

See how many times I used stupid.

A shrill bell rang when I opened the glass door and I sighed.

Could this place get anymore stupid?

A solid woman (and that's saying it nicely) sat at a desk, looking all kinds of hangover. Her nameplate read 'Mrs. Cope' and I found it appropriate, seen that she was always copped up in here.

See what I did there?

Leave my stale jokes alone… meanies.

Anyway, after spacing out for a second, I walked up to the older woman (once again saying it nicely).

"Good Morning, my name is Bella Swan."

I think I might have shocked her, seen that her face whipped around like a.. like a something.

"Oh dear, I didn't notice you there, my name is Mrs. Cope."

Yeah, like that wasn't obvious from the shining nameplate.

"Bella Swan, oh, you're the chief's daughter correct?" I grimaced as she looked me up and down, as if she wasn't too sure despite the fact that we had the same last name.

"Yes ma'am, I'm new here." I smiled sweetly, at least practicing one lesson from Renee, always be polite.

"Oh right, give me a second dear" she rampaged through her overcrowded desk before smiling and pulling out two slips of paper.

"Okay, here is your schedule, and make sure you get this yellow slip of paper signed by all your teachers today. Bring it back after afternoon registration."

I nodded at her "Thank you."

I looked at my schedule and grimaced, I had AP Physics first, a class I absolutely loathed.

Oh well, such is life.

I pulled my hood back up as I exited the building.

I wasn't out there for two minutes before a greasy boy ran up to me.

"Hey, you're the new kid right?" He sounded Asian, the only cool thing he had going for him. His pants were rumpled and he wore a plaid shirt. I kind of puked a little in my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm Bella." By some awesome willpower I was able to shake his hand without flinching.

"That's cool, what class do you have first?" he ran his hand through is greasy hair, destroying anymore hope of me touching him again.

"AP Physics in Building C." I responded, looking at my schedule again.

"Cool, I have business close over there, I'll show you." His smile was kind of creepy but out of manners I followed him. Damn my ethics.

"So you moved from Phoenix huh?"

And so the lines of questions begin.

"Yeah, Arizona."

"Why you'd move?"

What was with these nosy people?

"I wanted to be closer to my dad." It wasn't a lie either, living here I now I realized how much I really had missed my father.

"That's cool." His creepy beady eyes were glued on my chest and I cursed. I mean come on, my breasts weren't even that big, everything I had fitting right inside a B cup.

I had only 'toned it down' as my mother would have called it, not to attract too much attention on my first day, and seen that that was useless, as I noticed the hundreds of eyes following my every move, which was creepy in itself, I was so going to wear my favorite polo shirt and khakis tomorrow.

"Well, here we are Bella." During my musings I hadn't even realized that we had stopped walking.

He was about to say something else but I hurriedly called 'Thanks' and ran inside, away from creepy greasy Eric.

The class room was humid, with a dozen mouths yapping at the same time. Some were on cellphones, other just chatting with their friends, giving everyone else an earful of how "Josh is in bed" and how they got "crazy drunk on Saturday." It just all seemed so cliché and predictable.

Suddenly I was the star attraction as the class quieted down marginally and I hurriedly pulled my dripping raincoat of, avoiding the two dozen eyes.

I let my hair fall in my face, not because I was self-conscious – that was the old Bella, but was simply uncomfortable with everyone, and I mean everyone staring at me without even saying a word, I mean, that was beyond weird.

Suddenly a girl with at least half a ball walked up to me, wearing a mini (because ain't no way a 'skirt's in there) and top tee. I admit, I kind of ogled her a bit, you know deprivation and hormones could do that to you. Her breasts were oversized though and it kind of freaked me out, not to mention her thighs were the size of chicken bones. She was sporting an artificial tan and her eyes were ice blue.

Overall, not a very good specimen and Mr. Pecker who was trying to stand up quickly deflated into nothingness.

I almost felt sorry for him.

"Hi my name's Jessica, you're Bella Swan right?" Miss Chicken bones asked in a highly pitched voice and I half suspected her to start popping gum.

Luckily, she didn't

"Yeah, just moved her from Arizona to spend more time with my dad." I responded, giving them what they would surely hear around lunch time. I mean, there were no secrets anywhere in high school, I had learnt that the hard way.

"Ohhhh that so cool, was it like really dry?" she asked, her eyes shining with curiosity, probably for the sake of gossip.

Oh gosh no, she was one of those 'really' girls, you know, the ones that use really in almost every sentence.

"Yep." I said, popping the p.

Luckily before she could ask anything else, the teacher stepped in.

After half a minute I liked him, he didn't make me stand in the front of the class and spurt stuff they already knew.

By the time lunch time finally rolled around, I was already tired of high school. And to think I have eight more months of this garbage.

Woe is me.

Anyway, after grabbing a coke and slice of pizza I was quickly latched on by Jessica, who by some means thought I was her best friend because of the thirty second talk we had in Physics.

"This is Ben, Angela, Mike, Lauren and Eric." She pointed to each person she named, two I already knew, as I sat down.

"Hi" I said, taking a large bite of my pizza, enjoying the delicious and overdone taste.

"How are you eating that garbage?" Lauren sniffed her poky nose at me "It'll only make you fat."

"Is that what happened to you?" I smirked as I continued eating, undeterred by the glare she sent me.

"So Bella" Angela butted in quickly, trying to do damage control I guess "How are you enjoying Forks so far?"

She was a cute girl and I would have considered her girlfriend material if she wasn't already dating Ben. Though we might have had problems, with her being the preacher's daughter.

Woe is me.

"Its wet." I finally responded to her "And cold."

"Yeah well, that's what you get for moving so far north." Mike laughed, his dimples showing. He would have been cute if it wasn't for the creepy aura he emitted when he asked me on a date in Home Ec.

He did that whining 'whyyyy' when I turned him down. Charming.

He was sure in for a surprise tomorrow.

Just as I sipping my coke the cafeteria's doors opened and I think my heart stopped. I never really believed in lust at first sight but Mr. Pecker had a different belief than me. She must have awakened his dark side with her spikey hair, petite body and delicious legs. She couldn't have been any taller than five foot two, yet it fitted her nicely. My eyes followed her as she walked, looking graceful and elegant wearing a pair of skinny jeans and top that showed off her breasts nicely. Her ass looked snug and her breast perky. My mind quickly went down the gutter.

I could feel myself growing hard.

"Who is she?" I asked, trying to look casual as I watched her walk to an abandoned table. I was already half out of my seat to join her when some other people walked up to her.

I felt my blood boil as some blond Texan wanna be threw his arm over her chair, pulling it close.

"Oh that's Alice Cullen" Angela said, turning to look at them "She's really nice, helped me with my Biology homework once."

"Don't forget that part that her whole family are freaks" Lauren sneered. I turned to glare at her.

"Just because there're all adopted doesn't make them freaks" Angela scolded Lauren, I quickly added her to my best friend list.

"Doctor and Mrs. Cullen can't have children so they adopted Alice, Rosalie and Edward" Angela explained, pointing to each of them as she listed their names. Rosalie was a blond statuesque model, and looked more than a little vain with the heavy pounds of makeup she wore for no reason. Edward would be cute if he could whip off the permanent scowl stuck on his face.

"The boy next to Rosalie is Emmett, he's her boyfriend but also her kind of cousin, seen that he's Mrs. Cullen's niece. They next girl hanging off Edward's hand is Bree, she's also his adopted cousin. They're all together. I think Jasper and Alice are together to but you can't ever be too sure with those two."

"Why?" I asked as I saw her knock his hand off her shoulder, glaring.

I smiled…maybe I did have a chance after all.

"Because of that." Angela glanced at them one more time before turning back around.

Throughout the rest of lunch I snuck glances at Alice, watching as she fidgeted in her seat anytime Jasper said something to her.

I might have been biased but there was something about him I didn't like.

Eventually the school bell rang and I quickly discarded my thrash and placed my book bag in front of me.

I was having more than a little problem. Why had I decided to wear my capris today!

Absolutely no flippin' space to breathe.

I groaned as I finally made it to Building E and walked up to the teacher. Being the first person in the class I was spared the utter humiliation of having to say my name in front of the class.

Score

Eventually people started to pool in, I just doodled on the front cover of my binder, making swirling patterns.

I was just getting to the part of adding random dots when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck straighten.

"That's really pretty." I heard a small voice in back of me and my personal space immediately felt threatened.

I could practically feel her breathe on my neck.

I hated when people did that.

"Than-" my breathe cut off as I gaped into the emerald green eyes of Alice Cullen.

A/N You guys are so awesome with your fabulous reviews. Thanks so much, and one of my reviewers asked if I could make Alice a vampire, sorry but that'll kind of destroy the plot I have packed somewhere in the abyss of my mind. Sorry…

Next chapter will be more Alice and Bella interaction with a little more Charlie and Bella bonding and perhaps a little drama… Who knows what could happen.

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P.S Check out my other story 'Alpha' Bella may not be a futa but still badass.