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Sometimes I really wonder why I even bother going to school. There are a lot of other things a person can do. I can’t think of any right now, but I know there are things…
I have passing grades. That’s it. Just passing. Well, if you consider a solid C average passing. The only subject I have a decent grade in is track, which I probably have because I’m always missing the bus. Sometimes I think I unintentionally skip riding the bus just so I can run before track- which coincidentally enough, I have for first hour.
I’m pretty ordinary. Nothing special, but nothing weird. Just plain brown hair to my shoulders, brown eyes, fair complected. I don’t wear make-up because my mom wasn’t here to show me how to use it. I’ve practiced, yeah, but never got it quite right.
My two best friends are make-up crazy, but for different reasons. Alice, the short black haired girl, with a perky attitude and such a dark tan you’d think the sun ate her then spit her back to Earth, has a big fashion sense, so make up is essentially a big part of her life.
Rosalie, aka Rose, thinks it improves natural beauty and all the girls who abuse it are fakes who are too self conscious to see their “uniqueness”. Rose is average height and a fair complection. She has thick, light blonde hair that goes down to her waist. She puts lots of lowlights in it. For what purpose, I don’t know. I think she’s being a little hypocritical talking about natural beauty, but then putting crappy ‘dirty blonde’ dye in her hair. Otherwise, she’s the prettiest girl I know.
I’m not popular, but not a reject either. I’m just… plain. Never had a boyfriend, but I think that has to do with my dad. After my mom left, he pretty much became a lockdown building and I’m the captive. It’s sad considering I’m a junior. I’m 17 though and have no car (thanks to the stupid economy), like my dad would get me one anyway.
I get to school just as the first bell rings. I slow to a power-walk as I enter the building. I go straight to my locker where Alice is waiting for me. She and I have every class together accept 3rd. I have Spanish and she has French. As I do my combination she gives me a look of disapproval. “You should get up earlier. This is the fourth time this week. It’s Friday Bella!” she says.
Ah, my nickname. She claims to have made it up, but my dad calls me that, too. Used to… Isabella. Probably the only thing in my life that isn’t ordinary. I’m the only one in the entire school with the name.
“Yeah, I know” is my only reply.
“Well I’m not going to keep waiting for you to get here. I’m gonna end up late for class! Seriously Bella, why not ask for a ride with Rose? Oh, wait, you don’t get up early enough for her to pick you up. I’m starting to think you want to miss school. It’s not that hard to get your butt out of the stupid bed, get dressed and catch the bus or get a ride! Really! ”
I have my stuff by then and start walking to the track field. Alice gives me a hard glare and I remembered I didn’t reply to her speech. It’s not the first one she’s given me either…
“I know, I know! Gosh, I never asked you to wait for me!”
“What kind of friend do you think I’d be if I didn’t? You think of me lowly!”
I open my mouth to shoot something back at her but she stops me.
“If you don’t stop lying in bed in the morning because you’re too depressed to get up, go see a doctor!” And she starts running on the field.
I stare dumbfounded after Alice. She’s right. I think… No! I can’t be depressed! I have a normal life. Has being depressed what I really give off? No. She’s wrong, just kidding. I hope. “ISABELLA!” coach Clapp bellows out to me.
“Yes sir?” I pretend that I don’t know he’s going to yell at me for just standing there. I’m already in my running clothes, but not running. Even though I did run this morning. Haha.
“GET YOUR BUTT OUT THERE!” Coach pulls me out of my thinking state. With a quick yes sir over my shoulder, I start my running for the morning. Increasing my speed I catch up to Alice. She doesn’t so much as blink in my direction. We never talk while running to conserve our energy, but she knows we’re going to talk during 2nd hour.
When we finish our running, we do our sprints. I love sprints. They feel good on my leg muscles. Every other girl on the track team hates them. I’m the only one who even seems to be a pro at them. Oh, well. If I can think highly of myself, then I’m not depressed. I just don’t feel like getting out of bed in the morning. Almost every morning, but still. I’m still thinking amongst myself when sprints are over. The rest of that class I go without thinking, pretty much. Today. I tend to think. A LOT. So much I have to stop myself before I get a headache.
Okay, time for second hour. Math. Hate it. It hates me. I get to class and sit at my table with Alice and two other people. Guys to be exact. Mike and Tyler.
Mike has curly blonde hair and startlingly light blue eyes. Like the sky near the sunlight.
Tyler is a whole different story. He has light black hair (if that’s even possible, but it’s the only way I can describe it), and a brown skin-tone. He is really tall and has very dark brown eyes. They’re like a big black hole…
“What the heck is the matter with you?”
I jump out of my reverie to see Tyler staring at me like I’m crazy. I just realized I had been staring at his eyes for… I look at the clock… a minute straight. Right as I open my mouth to reply, Alice says, “Bella!!! Let’s go shopping tomorrow!” I silently thanked her for getting me out of that explanation I didn’t want to go through, but it didn’t get my mind off of it. I hate getting caught looking at someone. I hide my face inconspicuously and feel a light blush rise to my cheeks. My reactions always seem to come a little late…
Anyway, the boys barely talk to me and Alice, only when they do it’s just as a joke or to cheat off of our papers. They can use mine all they want, because I am no better at math than they are. I think they realize that now.
Alice seems to be in a better mood now. She’s actually looking at me, and not the vicious glower she can pull off. She was never much of a grudge holder anyway.
“Hey” I tell her.
“Hi” she answers.
Just as I was about to say sorry for almost making her late for first hour, she says, “Look about the whole depression thing, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I still kinda think that, but I still shouldn’t have said it that way.” Curse her stupid voice. I look over and the guys are staring at me like I’m some alien that just popped into the seat. I go scarlet and turn away quickly. Alice starts. “What are you-” Then she sees her mistake. “Oh, crap” she says under her breath. “Yeah” I say. “I accept your apology anyway.”
The guys blink, and then look toward each other. Yeesh, never heard of depression before? Do I need to spell it out? Just as Tyler was about to say something to me, probably a cruel joke, the teacher walks in and the bell rings. I’ll never underestimate the saying, “Saved by the bell” again.
As class starts, Alice again mouths, “Sorry.” I just glare ahead at the board. Mike looks over and whispers to Tyler, just loud enough for me to here, “I’d bet she’s a
cutter, too. I mean, no boyfriend, no mom, no looks, no car, ha, I’ll even bet her best friends are fakes.” I fume, but it wouldn’t get me anywhere to pick a fight. He sees my expression, grins, and goes on.
“She’s the biggest freakin’ bookworm I’ve ever seen too. Did I mention no looks? She’s not pretty enough for a boyfriend…” I was so angered, I yelled, “WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND THEN?” and stomped out of the class. I didn’t even look back. Just headed straight to the principal’s office that I knew I had to go to.
That stupid Mike freakin’ Newton. I should’ve punched him while I had the chance! Who is he to make idiotic assumptions about my life when he should probably be looking over his own crappy life! I walk out of the building and look at the office building. It looked cold and hell-like. In my mood, I guess everything looks like that though. Beyond pissed, I walk right passed the office and start walking home (no car, remember?) It was times like this I hate my mom for leaving. She never calls or anything. It’s like she doesn’t exist. The only way I know she’s still alive out there is the monthly check she sends for child support. That and the corny birthday cards she sends every year. It starts raining (big surprise!) so I put up my hoodie. I’m about half-way home. As I pass cars, the people in them give me crazy looks. All I do is stare blankly at them, not showing my fuming anger. I lift my face up to the sky and let the rain fall on my face. “Why?” I whisper to the sky. Why did I get abandoned by my mom? Why did Charlie’s heart have to get broken? Why did Mike have to provoke my temper? Why couldn’t I just be happy with my life? Why doesn’t anyone care accept Alice and Rose? Why aren’t they helping me more? Why do I feel so…depressed? I get home to a message on my answering machine. It was the principal saying I skipped 3rd hour, blah blah blah… I deleted it before Charlie could hear it, even though I know he’ll find out somehow that I skipped school. There are no secrets in Forks, after all. I go to my room and change into my most comfortable P.J.’s. I grab the phone and order a Pizza, my comfort food. Grabbing the TV remote, I put on Romeo and Juliet and lay on the couch. ~*~ The next thing I know, I’m getting woken up by the door being banged on. I sit up disoriented, but remember I ordered pizza. I grab the money and quickly run to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see Rosalie standing there looking livid. I take a step back, opening the door wider. Without saying a word she storms into the house.
I take a deep breath, ready for her raid to come. I didn’t have to wait long. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I COME TO 4TH HOUR TO FIND YOU MISSING! I ASK ALICE WHERE YOU ARE AND SHE TOLD ME YOUR LITTLE EXPLOSION FROM 2ND HOUR! YOU WERE JUST GONE! I CALLED YOUR CELL, YOUR HOUSE, AND WHAT DO I GET?! NO FREAKIN’ ANSWER!” She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms. Lowering her voice she says, “You better have a really good explanation as to why I had to come to your house in the middle of the day to see if you were alive.” I roll my eyes and say, “Rose, I really didn’t want to deal with school today so I walked home. No big deal. I guess I fell asleep watching a movie.” I pointed to the TV screen. Rose’s arm twitched as if she wanted to hit something. In a deadly voice she said, “You’re telling me you caused me to have a panic attack because you fell asleep?” I swallowed loudly. Wringing my hands I say, “Ya, I guess.” She glared at me in a way that said, ‘If looks could kill, you’d be dead.’ I shuddered. I was about to say something when the doorbell went off. Sighing I went to answer it. ‘Good timing pizza guy’ I thought sarcastically. I quickly got the money, paid for it, and said to Rose, “Well since you’re here, wanna watch a movie?. We can just hang out here, and you can call Alice.” Rose visibly settled down slightly, but stilled glared when she said, “If you insist, Bella.” She plopped down on the couch and got out her cell to text Alice. ~*~ The door banged open about 20 minutes later. Alice came running through with Mean Girls, her make-up bag, and her hair products. Oh, crap. Rose saw the look on my face and smirked. “Oh, come on Bella. You owe us for giving us a heart attack.” I slowly walked back from Alice, eyes wide. “No” I said shaking my head in denial. Alice smiled mischievously and suddenly jumped on top of me. I screamed as I fell over. Rose grabbed my arms and Alice grabbed my legs. “TRAITORS!” I yelled. They just laughed and dragged me (literally) into the bathroom, even though it took forever to get me up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, Alice said to Rose, “Hold her down while I get my stuff.” She gave me a look that dared me to object. I looked over to rose and put on my hardest glare. She looked at me, clearly amused, and stated, “Bella, stop acting five and get over it. We’re doing a make-over and you can’t do anything about it.” She spoke with mock authority that made me want to laugh, but I just continued to glare. When Alice got back, I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off. “Ah ah ah,” She said holding up her pointer finger at me. “We can do this the easy way, or… the
hard way. You can choose.” I glowered, but didn’t say a word. Alice squealed and said to Rose, “Start on her hair and I’ll go find her an outfit!” Rose looked me over, then her eyes brightened with whatever idea she’s come up with. She quickly got out the straightener and got to work. ~*~ I was pretty surprised at Alice. My hair looked fine, straightened with a few delicate curls here and there. My outfit consisted of some very short jean shorts and a light blue tank-top with a white v-neck over it. It hugged all of my curves perfectly. My make-up was very natural. A light brown eye shadow with a dark brown eyeliner that make my boring brown eyes pop. With a little mascara and a swipe of lipgloss, she considered me done. I was fighting with them now, because they wanted to drag me to the mall before Charlie got home. I groaned and took another bite of pizza that they said I could eat, but only if I didn’t get anything on the outfit. “Please, please, please!” Alice begs. She starts to form her puppy-dog pout so I look to Rose. She already had the pout in place though. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I thought to myself. You’re way too gullible! I sighed and said, “Charlie gets home at 6, so we need to be back by 5:30. Alice and Rose high-fived while I groaned. “Now Bella,” Alice said in an authoritive voice. “Keep your complaints to yourself please. Let’s go!” I groaned one more time as they dragged me to Hell, which they call the mall. ~*~ We got back at around 5:45, so I had 15 minutes to make Charlie dinner. (Rose, Alice and I finished off the pizza a while ago.) I made spaghetti, since it’s the easiest thing to make. That got done in no time, so I went to my room and took out my cell phone. I had a new message from, ugh. Mike. Why so angry today, Swan? I don’t know. Maybe a jerk insulted me. Oh, well that sounds just horrible. I can almost see the smirk on his face. Have a nice life, a**hole. (A/N: Sorry, I know I’m a wimp, I don’t like cussing, but you know what I intend) Don’t be like that, baby. Don’t ever expect to have any kids if you call me your ‘baby’ again.
Fine. Be that way. I didn’t reply. I just turned my phone off and, even though it was 6, went to sleep.
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