Welcome to high school hell, as Max Dennison once said.

I mean, he wasn't wrong. High school really was the teenage version of hell.

Bitchy teenage girls who thought they were better that everyone else.

Wannabe jocks who didn't know how to take no for an answer.

Male teachers that should not be allowed anywhere near teenage girls.

And a math teacher that hated everyone and everything.

My name is Isabella, but I prefer Bella. Only Charlie, my dad, calls be Isabella when I'm in trouble.

I'm currently sixteen. Though, sometimes, I feel as though I'm in my mid-thirties.

My mother once said I was born aged twenty five and get more 'mature' every year.

There are only two weeks left of the school year, thank god.

The sooner I get away from all these vapid little bitches, the better.

Even if it will only be for three months.

Three months of nothing but peace and quiet.

Three months spent doing nothing but reading, sleeping, with a few visits to the reservation thrown in.

I didn't have many friends.

I wasn't what you would call 'sociable'.

I liked to keep to myself.