A/n: aaaaannnnnnddddd here we go again.. I was gonna wait until i had at least five chapters to post this story, but Keeley's making me so, i guess i have to. this story is actually a new expierence for me because i'm trying to make Bella a little more angsty-er, you'll see why and if you don't just ask and i'll totally explain everything to you.
anyways, A big extra special thank you to Keeley for helping me with the Prologue, you're a life-saver.
Disclaimer: don't own it.
Before I start my story, there are a few things I have to explain. And for anything to make sense, I have to start at the beginning, because every story has a beginning.
For anyone to actually comprehend how my life turned out the way it did, I have to start at my first day of freshman year at Forks High. The day I met Emmett Cullen.
September, 2002 – freshman year.
They were fighting again. I could hear it even with my music blasting. You would think they would at least wait until I had left the house for the fighting to begin, but no. Charlie and Renee were at it again, like always.
I never understood why my mother never had the nerve to just leave. If she hated Charlie so much, she should just get a divorce. But everytime I asked her she just said, "Bella, you need a father. I will not put you in the kind of situation that divorce entails."
So basically it was my fault my mom was miserable. Peachy.
See? If it wasn't for me, and my sake, and my sanity, Renee might be happy. Of course, I can afford to loose a little of my sanity, seeing as there isn't much of it in the first place living with Renee and Charlie screaming at each other from one end of the room to the other. Of course, "STOP!" never really works, either. Seeing as both of them are possibly the two most hard-headed people on the planet.
I heard the front door open and slam shut. Ahh, the tell tale sign that Charlie was giving up for the day. It was in his best interest, really, considering he was on the verge of a brain aneurism any day now. I didn't doubt that if my mother didn't leave soon, she would be the death of him. Not that I cared much. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my father, but maybe if he died the yelling would stop and my mom would finally find a reason to leave this godforsaken town.
"Bella!" My mother called up the stairs. I still couldn't figure out how she never lost her voice from all the screaming she did. You know, now that I thought about it, I really felt bad for the neighbors. "Hurry up! You don't want to be late for your first day!"
Ugh, high school. Most kids would be basking in the excitement of starting Forks High. Me…I was dreading it. Going to high school meant getting older which meant more responsibility that I knew deep down that I could handle but really didn't want to. But then again, the older I got, the closer I got to leaving. And college. College couldn't come fast enough.
But, high school? I had hated this day since I became aware of the fact that it existed. I wished I could just skip four years. That would make things a hell of a lot easier on me. This day would be the death of me. Or something close to it.
I pulled a shirt over my favorite white thermal and shoved my feet into my chucks. A quick mirror check told me I was at least half-way decent and I made my way downstairs to grab a breakfast bar before waiting at my moms car for her to take me to school.
The car ride was silent, like all our car rides. My mom pulled up to the student parking lot and stopped.
"Have a good day, honey," she said and leaned over to kiss my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too, mom," I replied. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and stumbled my way out of my mom's car.
Bree was waiting for me near the front office, just like we planned. But when I saw her, she looked a little too excited. That girl was way too happy for her own good sometimes. Well, not sometimes, all the time. I think that's why I kept her around – well, one reason why, at least. Bree was one of the few people who could actually put a smile on my face, and not one of those cheesy, jaw clenching, fake smiles that gave you a headache, either. Real smiles. I didn't get a lot of those in my life.
"Have you seen the new kids yet?" She asked once I was close enough.
"New kids? As in plural? How many?"
"Five; three sophomores and two freshmen. All adopted, their dads a doctor."
I gaped at my best friend. "How do you know all this?"
"Mom's a nurse, remember? There's three, Emmett, Edward, and Alice Cullen. They were adopted by Carlisle and his wife Esme. And the other two, Rosalie and Jasper Hale are Esme's niece and nephew."
"Hospital gossip is worse than high school," I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "So which ones are the freshmen?"
"Edward and Alice," Bree answered automatically. God that girl knew too much.
The bell rang then and I glanced down at the schedule that was mailed to my house. First period, advanced English. This was going to be fun, and I'm totally not trying to be sarcastic there, I like English. I would have taken creative writing, but it was only available to juniors and seniors. I found that little rule completely ridiculous.
"What's your first period?" Bree asked, glancing at my schedule.
"Advanced English. You?"
"Life science," she groaned. "What the hell kind of class is that?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly, "have fun with that, though."
"Thanks," she grumbled.
And with that, Bree and I went our separate ways.
I practically fell asleep in English class. The teacher had this monotone voice that would seriously bore the dead. I couldn't stand it. Plus, we were doing things that I already went through in like 7th grade. That's what I got for being such a book worm and being a couple years ahead in English. I was supposed to in a junior English class but my mom didn't think I would fit in very well. Ugh. At least it was an easy A.
Second period I had photography. Thank god, the best class I would have all day. I kind of wished they put me in 6th period so I actually had something to look forward to, but at least I got into the class. I'd heard somewhere they had to kick people out.
I was sitting in the back row with my head on the table, trying to wake myself up enough to at least look somewhat perky when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"You okay?" they asked. Their voice was unfamiliar to me, but I honestly didn't care. I was half asleep anyway.
I waved my hand in the direction of the voice. "I'm fine, go away."
"You sure?" they asked again. Holy hell, they were persistent.
I lifted my head and looked to my right. I was caught by surprise, instead of insulting them I said, "You're one of the new kids." It wasn't a question, it was a fact. I knew everyone at this school. It was one of the drawbacks of a small town where your father is chief of police.
He stuck out his hand. "Emmett Cullen," he smiled.
"You're a sophomore?" I frowned but still shook his hand. "You look way too old to be a sophomore."
"Yeah," he laughed. "I get that a lot. You know, I never got your name."
"Bella Swan," I said.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Bella," he grinned.
"Nice to meet you too," I rolled my eyes and dropped my head again.
"So, are you a sophomore too?"
"Nah, I'm a freshman." I said to the desk.
He eyed me curiously. "You don't look like a freshman."
"Thanks? I guess."
"You're welcome," Emmett chuckled. "I guess."
And from that day forward, Emmett Cullen and I were best friends. Well, more like bitchy siblings, but we'll get into that later.
Everything went smooth until I met Edward. He didn't react to me all that well, much to Emmett's dismay. I didn't care all that much. Edward could hate me with a passion if he wanted to.
Okay, so that's a lie. I honestly didn't want Edward to hate me, even though I would never admit it to myself.
But it didn't matter all that much, because I never saw Edward again after the first day of my freshman year. Apparently Carlisle was able to locate some of Edward's blood relatives and Edward wanted to go live with them, so he did.