Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! It's going to be a lot shorter because I feel like my longer chapters have been turning people away from reading my story. Please, please, PLEASE pm or leave a review if you have any ideas on Bella's school life, because I have no idea how I'm going to write that as of now. I'm probably either going to portray her as the nerd who is bullied (with Nate who comes and saves her eventually), or the girl who stands up for those who can't stand up for themselves.

Hope y'all like this! (:

Bleep, beep, beep. B-uhhleep, beep, beep.

My brain begins to moan as I hear the sound of my alarm clock. It's already 6 o'clock? Great.

Although my mind feels like it's still asleep, I somehow pull myself out of my cozy bed and place my feet on the cold floor. I shiver as I walk into the kitchen and pull on my lavender bathrobe. As I turn on the coffee maker, I stare out the window, pondering the day ahead of me.

Once my coffee is ready, I pour it into a red mug and stir in sugar and cream; just how I like it. As I begin to sip my coffee, I hear footsteps emerging from Spencer's bedroom. I find myself disappointed because I was looking forward to drinking my coffee in silence; it's a lot more peaceful that way.

As Spencer approaches me, I tug on my sweatpants and night shirt to cover up my exposed body. As he approaches the table I smile at him. I figure that one smile today can't hurt; especially when I'm about to get the exact opposite at school.

"Excited?" Spencer questions me. I make eye contact with him and start to speak. "Not exactly," I reply with a dubious tone to my voice. He seems to notice my lack of confidence and tries to encourage me.

"You'll be fine," he jokes. "At least you won't be a scrawny, 11 year old genius in high school like me." I make eye contact with him, and his eyes are smiling. We both burst out laughing, having the mental image of an 11-year old Spencer ingrained in our brains. After chuckling and stirring our coffees for a few minutes I realize what time it is. Oh Shitttt.

"Crap, Spencer, school starts in 45 minutes. We need to get ready," I holler at him a little louder than needed, suddenly rushing into my room to get dressed in my school uniform.

The uniform has a cream colored polo paired with a plaid green, yellow, cream, and black skirt. The outfit isn't super hideous until you pair it with a pair of black shoes and socks. They look like they were made during the Great Depression. Hideous is an understatement.

As I realize that I've spend too much time daydreaming, I pull my semi-straight blonde hair back into a ponytail. My part lies on the left side of my head; I like most of my hair framing the right side of my face. I smudge some brown cream eye shadow on my lids and dust a thin layer of a warm toned eye shadow over the top to compliment my sapphire eyes, which were my mom's favorite feature about me. I quickly line my top lashes with mascara and eyeliner. I look in the mirror to have a stranger staring back. I know I'm not looking great; but this will have to do. It's not like people will like my appearance more if I put a little more make-up on.

I slip on my uniform and shoes and grab my backpack to prepare myself for school. I mentally check myself, trying to make sure I am fully prepared for my first day at private school.

I get Spencer's attention by tapping on his shoulder; he must have been ready for a while because it looks as though he's finished a whole book by the time I've finished getting dressed. Though I may not have Spencer's reading ability, I still can read approximately 700 words per minute, which I've heard is fairly impressive. I can't stop thinking over all the statistics of private schools because on the way to the school, Spencer is having a full blown rant about education. Spence now is not exactly the best time to be ranting in the car. Do you realize this is making me apprehensive?

He seems to acknowledge my body position eventually, because once we're half way to Cedarwood Prep, Spencer stops talking and instead substitutes the nervous chatter with Coldplay music. While I'm listening to the soothing vibes of Paradise, I can't help but recall what Spencer told me about music genres the other day. Spencer was rambling on about how slow and lower pitched music helps calm nerves and how Rock and Metal music makes people jittery and more susceptible to bad influences. I roll my eyes as I listen to the words in the music. Sometimes Spencer Reid can be quite a character. I can't help smirking to myself.

All of the sudden, the car comes to a halt and we are parallel to the school I will be attending. The school has sand colored bricks that are positioned in a certain way to provide stability and neatness. It looks fairly new because of the opaque windows and green lawn. Maybe this school won't be so bad after all.

As I'm gathering my stuff and taking it out of the car, Spencer stops me and pulls me into a hug. He kisses my forehead which makes me blush; I can't remember the last time I've been shown affection like this. As we pull away from the hug, Spencer tells me to be cautious. Of course, being the nerd he is, he tells me to do my best in school. I tell him I will. The education part of school is not the part that worries me; it's the socialization part that does.

He gives me a pat on the back as I step out of the car.

"Good luck kiddo," he calls to me, almost as if I was an elementary school.

I turn my head 45 degrees to see Spencer waving his hand as he backs out of the parking area. I smile and reciprocate the action. I give him a toothy grin and shout my goodbyes as he heads off to work, leaving me alone at this place that will now be my school.

Great. School. I take a deep breath and walk towards the doors. It can only get better from here on out, Bella, just give it your best shot and face your problems.

Hey guys, please let me know of what you thought about this chapter! I can't wait to continue on. I also can not wait for the season finale of criminal minds. FANGIRLING AS OF NOW.