AN: Its my first story, please be gentle. LOL. Lots of love for my girl heatherfeather16 :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they are all Stepahnie Meyers. Except, of course Cherie, but I really don't want to keep her ;)
Do you ever just sit back and wonder what you've done with your life for the past 16 years? I do.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan and today is my 17th birthday.
I've never really thought about my previous years enough to be disappointed in the way my life has panned out. I've gotten so used to the bullying that I never really thought there was another way to live my life. I don't stick up for myself and most of the things they say to me I cant really disagree with.
I forgot to mention that I am 190 pounds and the biggest girl in my school, Forks High.
Of course, when they make fun of me it hurts. Why wouldn't it? I had no friends to run to and cry on their shoulder. No body liked me. I was the outcast. Just because I was a couple pant sizes bigger than the rest of them.
The only person I talk to is my dad, Charlie. Oh! And my dog, Cali. I know that probably doesn't seem typical for a 17 year old girl to confide in her dad and her dog, then in her mom. It would probably be easier and less awkward most of the time, but my mom left when I was 4. So that's out of the question. But my dad helps when he can, and when he cant I have my fateful dog to cuddle against my face to make me feel better.
My dad has raised me the best that he can, but unfortunately he thought that the only way to feed me was to drop by McDonald's on the way home from the Police station.
I think you can see where the 190 pounds came from.
I don't eat that stuff much anymore, since when I turned 16, I got a job at Forks Wildlife Center, and demanded that I be the one to take care of meals from then on.
Thankfully he didn't put up much of a fight.
But, unfortunately my metabolism isn't as fast as my dad's so as he lost 20 pounds in a month and a half, I lost 5.
Maybe you can see how disheartening that was since he didn't give a flying fart in space what he looked like, but I was going to school everyday and being called "fat ass" and "Big Belly Bella." Also, constantly being asked to do the truffle shuffle, which by the way, wasn't as a amusing as they made it out to be.
So that's where I stand. 190 pounds, no friends, laughing stalk of the school, and talked to my dog more then anyone in the world.
So I think you can understand my distress when I was hoping that I was going to get a reprieve from the name calling and torturing, on account that it was my birthday, and find myself in the middle of the hallway, trying to get to my first class and see the bane of my existence walking my way with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
(Insert gagging noise here) Cherie Lewis.
I officially hate my birthday. And Mondays.
I ducked my head to keep from making eye contact because I didn't want to annoy her any more then my presence alone already did. When she stopped in front of me, I knew it really didn't matter.
"Excuse me, fatty, but how many times do I have to tell you, you can not walk down the hallway and expect anyone else to fit?"
I dropped my head even farther when I heard everyone around me snickering. The 2 most obnoxious laughs were coming from Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Or as everyone else new them, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Malorey, Cherie's little followers.
Every time I see them I honestly have to hold my breath to keep from laughing. They are such a cliche from a bad high school related movie its ridiculous.
As I started walking again to go around them, Cherie stepped in front of me.
"You didn't answer my question, fatty."
"So the question wasn't rhetorical then? "
As soon as those words left my mouth, I gasped and raised my hand to slap it over my mouth. When I looked up with wide eyes and saw her expression, I knew I was in for it.
I don't know what came over me. I never gave her attitude like that before. It was yes or no answers. And if I got lucky, I could use head gestures.
Those freakin pancakes that Dad attempted to make me this morning we're spiked with I-cant-keep-my-goddam-mouth-shut poison or something.
"What did you just say to me?" she practically screeched at me.
"Is there a problem here Miss Lewis?"
Ah, my knight in shining Prada bag.
Or should I say knight-ess?
Esme Cullen. But everyone around here called her Mrs. Cullen. She was our photography teacher and practically my mom.
I know I said I don't have any friends, but I really can't count Esme as a friend since shes old enough to be my mom and I think that would be a little sad and desperate.
"Of course not Mrs. Cullen," Cherie said in a ridiculously sweet voice.
In my mind I pictured me pouncing on her and beating the ever living shit out of her. But I knew I would never have the courage to actually do it. Just wishful thinking.
Just then the bell rang for 1st period.
"I think you girls should be on your way to class now." Esme said, "Wouldn't want you to be late."
After one more threatening glare thrown my way, she spun around and headed in the opposite direction of me, thank God.
"Thanks Esme, that was pretty great timing." I said.
"Your welcome my dear, and by the way.." she looked around like a spy on a mission, and I had to giggle, "Happy birthday" she pretty much whispered.
"Thanks" I mumbled.
She knew I really didn't like making a big deal about my birthday, and even though we both knew that no one here would make a big deal about it, she did it anyway, and I played along with her.
"You better get going Sweetie, I will see you 4th period."
"Alright, see you then." I turned around to head off but before I could take a couple steps she called me back.
"Oh! And Bella?"
"There's someone I'd like you to meet in 4th period," she said with a big mischievous smile.
"Umm, okayyyy?" I said uneasily.
She winked and walked off.
Well that's just great! I absolutely hate meeting new people. It just gives them a chance to judge me to my face. Some people actually use words, but others ,I can tell by their eyes how they think of me. Its obvious.
With a sigh, I headed off to class and thought that Esme is so going to get it.