Ch 9


A/N: I own no copyright. No characters are mine except Ms.Daniels. Sorry it took my so long. Busy/Writers block. New story line. Sort of. Plz R&R!



Bella POV

3 MONTHS LATER

I. Was. Pathetic.

Over the past three months, my life had changed dramatically. I went from having a fairy tale life to having a screwed over life.

I rebelled. Went against the man. I lived in the principals office now. I went from straight A's, nice reputation, perfect actually. To bad to the bone.

I missed him. And his family. I had nightmares about them.

I missed Jake. I had just became friends with him.....

I was a zombie. Lifeless.

Jake brought me back to life. Resurrected me.

Why did he have to screw it up?

2 MONTHS AGO

Jake took my hand and dragged me into the woods.

"Bella, you know I like you more than a friend...."

"Kinda obvious Jake.....You made that pretty clear just an hour ago. What was that about?"

We went to the movies with Mike. Jake tried to kiss me....In front of Mike.

I actually enjoyed it. But it didn't mean I liked the fact he did it like that.

I did like Jake. But was I ready? I hadn't recovered from.....the departure.

"I know you enjoyed it." Jake said. Then he kissed me. I enjoyed it but started to cry without warning.

"Jake, I'm just not ready." I sobbed.

"Well when will you be!" he hollered, angry.

"You know why I'm not." I'm called back. He had absolutely NO right to be mad at me!

"Whatever! Don't you think he screwed up your life enough!!" Then he turned to walk away.

"No! Don't leave me!" I cried. He couldn't leave me, he was my only hope.

"Why not?"

"Because I...........I"

I had no answer.

"That's what I thought!" He hollered. Then left.

I started crying, angry tears. I turned and ran out of the forest. I went to my truck and drove away.

That was the last time I saw Jake...

PRESENT DAY

Here I am, sitting at the airport. Waiting for my plane to board and take me to boarding school. In Maine.

Charlie said this hurt him just as much as it hurt me.

Bull crap.

I didn't believe it.

I remember when he told me he was sending me away...

1 WEEK AGO

Charlie entered the door. He seemed angry.

"Bella....Your school called me. Again." Charlie said. He always said this when he came home.

"Yeah. What did they say?"

"Well...they told me you were smart-mouthing your teachers and you skipped Gym." Charlie said, annoyed.

It's nothing new. I was always rude and I never went to Gym. It never hid the marks.

"Yeah. Well.....What trouble am I in now?" I asked. I was always just grounded. Not like I ever went out.

"Well.......I talked with your mother and we've decided to send you to boarding school. In Maine." Charlie said this, pain and remorse showing on his face. I didn't believe one second of it. I knew it was a lie.

"Are you serious?" I asked. Why did this happen to me. I knew I wasn't the best, but, I was still Bella, but I was still in here.

"Yes. You are leaving in a week."

"Fine...Fine Charlie. As long as you don't want me!" I spat and ran to my room. Being me, I tripped. Charlie caught me.

"You know it's not that Bella." Charlie whinned. He wanted me to love him lie a daughter should love a father. But, right now, I couldn't.

"It's Bree!" I shouted. Couldn't people respect I had legallyy changed my name.

Bella was just so...........boring. To me it was.

Anyway.

I went to my room, pushed back my sleeve, took out my razor, and just slide it across my arm. It felt good to release my emotions this way.

I took out my bloody towel and wiped my the blood off my arm. It was making me dizzy.

I wrapped it in gauze and then played the cd Phil gave me a long time ago. Linkin Park.

PRESENT DAY

My plane was just called. I walked up and handed the lady my ticket.

I kept getting crazy stares from everyone.

Okay. So I have a nose ring. And my hair is black with red stricks. And maybe I have on a little too much black make-up. Only eye-liner, lip-stick, etc. I'm not crazy. You see people like me out on the street everyday.

I went onto the plane and found my seat. Hopefully, I would be alone. I didn't want to be bothered.

Of course, because I have bad luck, two small children, they apearead to be 5 and 7, sat next to me. They had a tag that read, "MINOR" on the front of their shirts.

They just keep staring.

I really wanted to say,"You know, it's rude to stare." But, I kept control and didn't.

I feel asleep within minutes.


I woke up to the pilot announcing we were in Maine.

Whop-di-do.

I got off the plane and looked around. I found a woman about 30-ish with a sign reading,"Bree Swan." At least someone respected my new name. I walked up to her.

"Hi. You must be Ms.Daniels. I'm Bree Swan." I tried to say as polite as possible. First impressions DO mean something.

"Hi. Come with me." She said, un-politely. I wondered if Charlie gave her a call.

On the way to the school's campus, she explained that boarding school wasn't for bad kids. It was for all kids.

Charlie must've called.

We got to the school's campus and I'd have to admit, it was pretty nice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shinny Volvo. Silver.

I started hyperventilating. I rarely let myself think of these people. Little reminders always had me close to tears.

Then, they stepped out. It couldn't be could it. No.

It was the Cullen's.

"Bella, follow me." Ms. Daniels said. That caught my, the Greek God's attention.

He's not yours anymore, I thought.

"It's Bree!" I spat. Now, she didn't respect it either. Why would Charlie..?

"Bree...Bella. Both your names. Who cares?" She said.

"I care." I mumbled. She didn't here me.

I caught the Greek God staring at me. The others turned to stare at what he saw. They gasped.

"Bella! Bree! Whatever. Were you listening to me?" Ms.Daniels said. Harshly grabbing me on the arm. She pushed my fresh wound. The one I had cut before leaving for the airport.

"Ugh! Ow!" I said.

"Sorry." Ms.Daniels said, quickly letting go of my arm.

As we were walking to the entrance, I noticed the Greek God and his family following us at about 6 feet behind.

I was to afraid to look behind me.

"Bel...Bree! Watch your step!" Ms.Daniels cried.

Too late.

I tripped on the first stair. At least I caught myself.

I head a few gasps.

I looked down to see my left arm had been revealed. My sleeve was pushed up as I extended my arm to catch myself. Revealing my cuts.

"Bel..Bree. What is that?" Ms.Daniels asked.

"It's Bree! And...It's....N..Nothing." I replied.

"Charlie never told me about this." She said.

"I just fall down a lot." I replied. Lieing.

"Isabella Marie Swan. I am allowed to call you that when you are in trouble, I hear. And, boy, are you in a ton of trouble." Ms.Daniels said.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I replied, more rudely than I should have.

"Call Charlie."

"Ooooh. I'm so scared." I replied. I got up and harshly took my papers from her.

"I don't care if you tell Charlie or my mother. They can do nothing about it. They already sent me to boarding school for being bad. But I guess Charlie already told you that."

"Yes they can." Ms.Daniels said.

"Like what?" I retorted.

"I thought so." I said smugly. A tear fell down my check as I remembered the last time someone said those words to me.

"Jake." I whispered softly. Barley audible to my own eyes.

"What?" Ms.Daniels snapped harshly.

"Nothing. I think I can find my room myself." I walked away. Unaware of the 5 amber eyes on my back.

"So much for first impressions." I whispered.


A/N: Sorry it took SOOO long. Anyways, hope you like it! Sorry for mispelling. I'm tired. I just wrote this all out on here because I was lying in bed this afternoon and I thought of this idea so I thought that could work because I thought this story was dead. Then I wrote it down then I did things around the house and when I was finally alone, I finally typed it. So yeah. Hope you like it.