Yay! I just found out you can write for twilight, so this is my 1st fanfic for it. Um, I decided to make Bella a bit of the bad reputation girl. Be kind and review!!! )

HELPLESS.

CHAPTER1.

BELLA'S POV

I drove my red Chevy truck through the school gates. I loved it. Um, the truck I mean, not the school. The school looked like a series of houses stuck together with big numbers painted in black on white squares. My truck was beautiful. Red and made from that material that is indestructible. You know, the ones you see on a motorway crash, the painting intact and the remnants of the other poor guys car in pieces scattered all over the place. It made a really loud noise, though, when you start it up.

The car park was nearly full with loads of other crappy looking cars, except for a flashy Porsche parked next to an old Volvo.

Where I'm from - Phoenix - it's natural to see a new Porsche in the parking lot, but here in this school, the car looked out of place.

"um, excuse me? I'm-"

"You're Chief Swans daughter. Isabella, right?" the receptionist had cut me off, in a way that insinuated that I was, like, the long lost daughter. Which I probably was.

"Um, actually I like to be called Bella?"

"OK. Bella. This is a map of the school and- Oh no. what have you done now Mr.Cullen?" I turned around to see a bulk of muscles standing in the doorway, a man in a black suit and umbrella stood behind him, an expression of thunder clouding his face.

"Um, how about nothing?" the boy sat down, his chin propped on his hand. The receptionist sighed, and finished highlighting the quicker roots to my class rooms,

"I thought you were supposed to be helping your brother around today?"

"Oh. Yeah, well he'll be able to get around easily. This isn't a massive school, ma'am." he said 'ma'am' with a heavy load of sarcasm. I smile at the receptionist and make my way out of the double doors. To come nose to nose with somebody else. Or maybe nose to chest. I look up to see a guy my age staring down at me with a small amount of confusion and a large amount of irritation, in his eyes. His brown-red hair was wet and dripping down his face.

"Sorry!" I snap and move out of the way, into the pouring rain. From inside, I heard the exclamation, "Ed, my man!" from the boy with the big muscles and a, "Keep quiet, Emmett!" from the man in the suit. I rushed across the parking lot, water running down my face. My map said room 3, I found it in no time and rushed in.

Everybody stared at the new girl,

"What? Never seen someone from Phoenix before?" I was already in a bad mood, and I had no intention of getting stared at. They took the hint and started chatting away. cowards. I thought as I slumped down in my seat. The desks were cheap and their were marks made in the wood by a penknife. I smiled. At least this hadn't change from my old school.

"Quiet everybody! Now, we have a new student . . ." I groaned. No please don't make me stand in front of everyone!

"Ah. No actually we have two new students here today. Um, Edward Cullen, and Isabella Swan. Would you like to come at the front, please?"

"It's BELLA." I snap then I think, Oh no. that's me. Oh god. I thought about saying, Um, how about NO? like that boy had said, Emmett Cullen. Edward was already standing at the front, whispering urgently at the teacher. By the old mans face clouded it wasn't good.

"Bella! Can you please come at the front?" I stood up, the chain on my black baggy jeans banging against the table. Walking to the front, I kept my head high and my eyes fixed on the teacher. Standing directly in front of the teacher, I smiled my best don't mess with me smile. The old man just smiled back and said, "now class. Bella will tell you where she came from and her life before coming here." I took my place at the front and stared at everyone in the eye.

"I'm Bella Swan, and my mother sent me here as a punishment for some very bad things I did back in phoenix." I walked back to my place at the far end of the class, and settled in my seat while the rest of the kids gawped at me.

Next was the Cullen kid.

"You know my brothers and sisters, so you know not to mess with me." when he said the last bit, he looked straights at me, his eyes boring holes in mine. My lip curled in a silent snarl; this kid hardly knew me and he was already issuing a warning? Well, if he thought I would take it calmly like the rest of the losers sitting in that class, he had another one coming.