I made it through the first few classes with no incident. I stuck to myself and just enjoyed the solitude i got. I seen many faces that i knew but no one said hello. I dreaded lunch time more then anything. Everyone sat with friends and i always had no one to sit with. It made me stick out like a sore thumb. I could easily make it through classes alone but lunch was always the worst.

I didnt notice any new kids in any of my classes. It looked like my plan was slowly blowing away in the wind. I had hoped this year would be different. I just hoped somehow i found out a way. I didnt want to be Bella the unpopular anymore. I was amiable enough so i didnt understand why people avoided me. Maybe they just never really gave me a chance.

When at last it was time for lunch, i walked to the cafeteria with a heavy heart. I had tried during all my morning classes to make friends. There was a girl name Angela who was a quiet girl in my Bio. She had seemed nice enough. I had sat next to her and turned to talk to her. She hadnt even said a word and just got up and sat somewhere else. Was it just me, or did everyone seem to avoid me?

So looking out into the cafeteria i tried to see a friendly face. Everyone was grouped up like they always were. The popular kids were off to the right, and the rest everywhere else. I grabbed a tray and went through the line. I didnt even pay attention to what the lunch lady was putting on it. I was desperately searching for a familiar face. Someone who would at least tolerate me sitting next to them.

When i paid for the food i made my way to the tables. Where was i to sit? The cools kids were out, the cheerleaders were out, was there anywhere i could blend in? Just for this hour? I looked to the right and seen a table with some kids who looked okay. They looked normal and werent giving me any hostile glares. I took a deep breath and walked over.

"Hello, may i sit with you guys today?" i asked politely. They all turned to look at me. I knew a few of them but not by name. They seemed a little awkward by my proposal but they didnt seem mean. A blonde boy with a boyish face smiled at me. Actually smiled!

"Sure, your names Bella? Right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Are you new here?"

"No, i'v lived here all my life."

The blonde kid kinda faltered in his smile. He thought he was being nice to the new kid. But i actually wasnt new at all. He must not have ever really remembered me. What a kick that was. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. I set my tray down and sat down. Most of the kids were all together, i sat sorta apart. I could tell one person at the table didnt like my presence.

I remembered her, Lauren was her name. I hadnt spoke a word to her my whole life. But here she was sending daggers through her eyeballs. What was her problem? I ate slowly and just wished the time to go faster. These kids would no doubt be sitting somewhere else tomorrow. It happened every time. I was just thankful that for today i had found a place.

I listened to the friends chatter away. Jessica, the girl who rode my bus, was busy talking to the blonde kid who i found out was named Mike. Everyone seemed at ease with themselves. The only person who felt like they were on another planet, was me. Mike kept giving me glances all through out lunch. I wondered as to why.

When the bell rang i left the group and dumped my tray. I had art next. I noticed the Mike kid running to catch up with me.

"Why havent i noticed you before? I felt like such an ass back there."

"I blend in very well."

He laughed at that, "But still, i know everyone around here but not you. And you said you lived here all your life?"

"Yes, born and raised right here in Forks."

"Then it must have been just unlucky that i'v never seen you. Your fathers Charlie right?"

Of course he would know about that. Everyone in this small town would know that i was the screw ups daughter.

"Yeah.."

He looked around and noticed the direction i was taking. "Are you heading to building 5?

"Yup."

"Cool, i have art too next. Maybe i can get to know you better and all." he says.

What did he want? I took a closer look at him. He was good looking enough, if you liked the young faces. He seemed amiable enough so i guess it couldnt hurt. He was just being nice. He seemed like a nice kind of guy. Fair enough, he could talk to me if he chose.

We walked to the building. Mike constantly chatting away about anything and everything. I nodded and acknowledged him but didnt really say much. I opened the door and went for an empty table. Mike followed me. Why was he following me like a lost puppy? I have lived here for years and this kid has never even noticed me. So why notice me now?

The teacher came into the room. He had wild hair and his smock had paint all over it. I liked art but i wasnt much of an artist. The teacher was apparently all about art. He started the role call and i didnt pay attention until i heard a specific name.

"Edward Cullen."

"Here."

I searched for the sound of that voice, and sure enough the hot guy was a few tables over. Really? Lady Luck must certainly have it out for me. I didnt want even one period with that guy. He made my thoughts go haywire. Somebody that perfect should be locked up somewhere. He was hurting the population of females just by being around.

I tried to ignore that he was even in the room. A lot of girls were doing the exact opposite. I noticed a girl with blonde hair had sat next to him and was talking to him. Figures, barbie talking to ken. Girls like that made the rest of us look bad. Nobody got up each day and was perfect. Some of us just prefer a more laid back style. That girl had went all out. I could see her manicured long nails from here.

The teacher finally ended roll call and set back to make his speech. All the teachers this year had done so. It was our senior year for most of us. It would matter what we did this year. It would determine what colleges and scholarships we got. Every teacher had droned on for at least thirty minutes each. I pretended not to appear to excited but i was. Senior year was the last year and then i would be on my own. No more High School drama!

"Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Kline. As you all know, this is the last year to make an impression. What grades you get now, will determine the course you take in life. Now here in art, i really dont give grades. I believe its not necessary. But the school board would like to see some color added to your senior projects. So this year for your senior project it will be a whole year of this project. From school start, to school end you and a partner will be working on this project together."

Partner? Oh no, why couldnt i just work solo? I worked better by myself. I turned to see Mike smiling at a boy across the tables. Apparently i would find no luck there. I could see other people giving there friends knowing smiles. I felt like i was kicked in the gut. Who would be my partner? What even was the project? Maybe i could just get away with not having one? I counted all the students. Dang! There was an even number since that new kid was now added. If the incredible hotness hadnt come, i would have been able to get away without a partner!

I let Mr. Kline continue. "The school board has also put in some advice that it must be meaningful. That it must show a side of you that most dont know. I have came up with the idea. You have a year to show me some things that truly move you. Things that show beauty when others may not see the same way. You can do poems, photos, art in any form. You can write a short book, a poster, whatever you choose. You just have to work together and come up with a few things. I hope everyone is excited as i am!" He said waving his arms to the class. I wasnt excited at all. Things that move me? Move me where? To the insane asylum? And as for beauty, i was too much of a thinker to think of that. Beauty was in everything and everyone. Or so i believed.

A whole school year for this project? Just great. Partnered up to someone who hates me for a whole year. Could my life get any worse? I had a plan that if i couldnt be accepted then i would just fly by the best i could. But this project ruined all that. I would have to partner with the only other person who didnt have a partner. And i could already tell that that wouldnt be a good time. Why did this have to happen? Why didnt i choose another elective?

The teacher walked around handing out the syllabus. I checked it over. It was simple enough. It had to have at least a few different items. In whatever form we chose. It had to be constructed in a way that others could understand. It could be anything and everything, as long as it was in line with school policy. It was to be handed in at the end of the year. We would be graded and it would be put in our school portfolio.

It would add some nice background for my portfolio. I would have to come up with something good. It would have to be enough to maybe win me a scholarship to the program in Tucson. I would have to make sure i put my whole effort into it. My partner would either accept it or move away so i could get it done. I needed that scholarship more than anything else. I knew i would never make it if i didnt. This could be my chance. But why did i have to be partnered with someone else!

Mr. Kline grabbed a bowl from his desk. I could see paper folded up inside. Oh no.

"And for your partners, i decided it was to be done randomly!" A few kids grumbled audibly. The teacher just continued to smile. "This way you also get the chance to find out things about someone maybe you originally wouldnt know! It makes things more interesting, dont you think?" I wish i could have told him that id rather be buried alive. It was always bad when you had to partner up. But this was even worse. I would be partnered with someone who wanted somebody else. Great.

Mr. Kline shook the bowl and reached his hand inside. He began to pull out names.

"Penelope your with..." He reached inside to grab another slip. "Miranda." Penelope seemed at least happy with that. I assumed maybe they were friends. The rest of us might not be so lucky. I sat nervous and waited for my name to be called. He named off almost everyone in the class. But still my name was not called. There was only two slips left in the bowl. I knew what was coming and i couldnt believe it.

"Bella, you'll be with...Edward."

My mouth literally dropped to the floor. This couldnt get any worse. I would have to be partnered to the hottest guy ever and he didnt even want to be around me. I would have to spend alone time with him. How would i ever even be able to speak? Edward turned in his seat to give me one fleeting glance. I could see nothing in his green eyes. He wasnt happy and neither was i.

This was sure to make one hell of an interesting year.

Authors note:

Okay someone questioned about how they couldnt see Bella as being overweight. How not? This is a universe where Bella is overweight. Shes not oh hot damn but she is probably bigger than what is normally accepted. For those who have read the book, she was always liked when she came to Forks. In my story, she never left Forks. Her life is different, hence the title being Unwanted. She is a bigger girl but i dont envision her as 400 lbs. But this is for the reader to determine.

This story is for those who have never fit in. For those who always wondered as to why they were never accepted. I always wondered as to what would have happened if Bella was different and here it is. If you dont like to think of her as being 'Fat' then just skip that and pretend otherwise. lol. I just wanted the perspective of someone who wasnt accepted physically as well as mentally. It will make the ending that much sweeter.

This is for all people, who have ever wanted to be accepted.

Hope that cleared stuff up!

Thanks for reading!