By the time I got home, I felt pretty exhausted. My mom of course wanted to know how my first day went, and I plastered on a smile and said that it went well. I even lied and said I met some kids, the kids I sat with at lunch, and that we might be friends. Mom seemed pleased and didn't question me when I went up to my room to work on all the schoolwork I had to catch up on.

I tried to do the algebra, I really did, but after getting the first three problems wrong, I just set it aside. I picked up the little sketchbook my art teacher had given me. I looked at my attempt from class. It really was terrible. I went over to the mirror hanging on the wall.

Lifting it up off its hook, I set it down on the floor. I sat down in front of it and pulled my sketchbook and pencil into my lap. I stared at myself for a moment, but then soon couldn't shake the feeling of disgust I felt, so instead I concentrated on one part, and started to draw my nose. My paper was soon covered in erase marks. I stared at the curve of my nose, drawing it carefully, but when I looked back down at the paper, it just didn't match.

I tried my mouth as well, but everything came out like a second grader had drawn it. I ended up throwing the book across the room in frustration. My eyes were tired, so I laid down on the bed. I couldn't fall asleep, though. Despite my exhaustion, I didn't fall asleep until well after midnight.

The next day at school started similar to the first. Alice, Edward, Bella, and I all rode together. French was easy, I even smiled at Emmett, who grinned stupidly back at me, though I still didn't sit next to him, preferring my isolated seat.

In Bio, we just watched a movie. After art class, again Mr. Gerino stopped to talk to me. He looked at my attempts, and smiled in encouragement. "Good job, Rosalie. I can see that you put a lot of effort into this." He could? I looked like shit. "But how about next time, instead of erasing everything, you just leave what you have, and simply start anew? It doesn't have to be perfect," he smiled at hem and handed me back my sketch book. He also gave me some special pencils to use.

"Okay," I said meekly before walking to gym.

"Rose," the gym instructor said while I sat in the bleachers while everyone else changed. "You can play in your regular clothes again today, but I really expect you to bring a change of clothes by tomorrow. Got it?"

I had forgotten to do that. "Okay," I agreed. We played basketball again. I mostly just stood at the end of the court, avoiding the ball whenever possible.

At lunch, Beth, the girl from yesterday, tried to wave me over to her table. I just gave a weak smile and turned away, walking over to an isolated one. She gave me a strange look, but didn't come over. I guess I just wasn't in the mood to be happy and pretend today.

I was glad when no one came up to me, and I could just start to eat in peace. Halfway through lunch, though, Emmett strolled in. I don't know what he was doing before. He looked like he was going to head over to his friends, but then he spotted me and started to stroll right over.

"Hey there, Rosie," Emmett grinned. "What are you doing over here all by yourself?"

"I prefer to be by myself, thanks," I snipped at him.

Emmett held his hand up to his heart as though I had wounded him. "Ouch, that stings," he said dramatically.

"Come on, girl," his voice was booming, "come sit with me," he said, nodding his head over to his table.

"No thanks," I picked up my sandwich again, refusing to look at him. Since I was so concentrated on not looking at Emmett, I was really startled when I felt his arms suddenly around him, and then I was being picked up.

"Let me down," I shouted, louder than I had expected. The whole cafeteria got quiet, but I couldn't see anything because I was thrown over Emmett's shoulder.

"Hey calm down now," Emmett said, as he started to walk.

"Put me down," I screeched, possibly even louder than before, punching and kicking wildly.

I think Emmett was genuinely surprised by my reaction, since he then set me down on my feet. I ran out of the cafeteria. I mean literally ran.

I wasn't sure if I was more scared or angry at that point, but by the time I hit the girls' bathroom, my anger took over and I was furious.

There was no one in the bathroom, thank God. I quickly locked myself in a stall, and then couldn't stop the deluge of tears I released. I wanted to hit something...hit Emmett. That giant, evil oaf. I hated him. Hated him!

I cried and cried. And not just silent tears, but loud sobs. After a couple of minutes, though, I realized that someone could come in at any time. I fought to get myself under control. I still wanted to hit Emmett, but I tried to stop the uncontrollable crying.

Someone came in and used the restroom, but thankfully they were done quickly. When they left, I came out of the stall. My eyes were a little red, but not too bad. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the evidence of my slight emotional breakdown.

I realized that lunch was probably over by now, so I left the bathroom and started to walk to Algebra. Emmett would be there. I really didn't want to see him, but I didn't want to get in trouble for skipping class, either.

When I walked into the classroom, I realized that though most people were already in their seats, I hadn't missed the bell or anything. The seat I was in yesterday, next to Emmett was empty, but I took one up front instead, refusing to look at him.

About halfway through class, a note landed on my desk. I thought about not opening it, but was curious, so I did, even though I knew who it was probably from.

I'm sorry. :(

That was all it said. I rolled my eyes and pushed the note off the desk onto the floor. I refused to look toward the back of the classroom.

After class ended, I was quick to exit the classroom, to avoid a certain person, but I knew I would end up having to see him in study hall anyway.

I was one of the first people there, and I took a chair in a corner. I knew Emmett was going to come try to talk to me, but I was preparing myself to ignore him already.

"I'm sorry," were the first words out of his mouth.

Emmett dropped to his knees in front of my chair, clasping his hands in front of him, "Please forgive me," he begged. Didn't he get it that I wasn't impressed with his over-dramatic shenanigans?

"I'm an idiot, you have to forgive me," he pleaded.

I didn't look at him.

"You have to forgive me because I won't leave until you do," was his next attempt.

"Fine, I forgive you," I ground out.

"I knew you would, you beautiful creature, how can you resist?" he asked. I just wanted him to go away. Despite what I said, I still was angry at him.

"How about some help with French?" Emmett hedged.

"Just leave me alone, okay? I have to do my own work."

He was silent for a moment, then in a voice very un-Emmett like he said, "Okay, Rose." I heard him stand up and turn around.

The whole time he had been trying to talk to me, I had been stubbornly refusing to look at his face, but now, instinctively, I turned to get a glimpse of his retreating back. I just as quickly turned back to my book, though. I tried to read, but for the rest of the period, I simply stared down at the same page.

Of course everyone in the school heard about my little freak-out during lunch, and that included Edward, and Bella. I assume Alice as well, but she wasn't there with us for the ride home-cheerleading practice. When I met up with them after school, Bella was the first one to address it.

"I heard what happened at lunch," she said as we all climbed into the car. "Emmett didn't mean to make you angry, I'm sure. He was just joking around."

"Yeah, he feels really bad about it, too," Edward put in. I'm not sure if it was just me, but I definitely got the sense that they thought I was overreacting to the situation. I guess I probably was. At least they didn't know about the crying.

"Yeah, I guess," I mumbled from the back seat.

Bella kindly changed the subject, and I was quiet as she and Edward talked as he drove. It was only a short distance from when we dropped Bella off before we got to the Cullen house, but it was still an awkward time.

"Seriously, Em's a good guy," Edward hedged, "he didn't mean to upset you."

"It's fine," I mumble. Edward and Bella were doing a good job of making me feel guilty, but I still couldn't help being angry at Emmett. He didn't have the right to just push me around like that.

Edward didn't mention what happened to my mom or Carlisle, though, for which I was grateful. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, and hopefully everyone would just leave me alone.