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I watched as he passed the room giving his lesson of the day. Hes messy bronze hair falling in his eyes, his beautiful vibrant green eyes showing knowledge. Mr. Cullen, a new
teacher fresh out of collage, was my English teacher. At the age of 24 hes the youngest teacher at Fork's Hight, and of coarse all the girls in senior year have major crushes on
him, even me, Bella Swan. Mr. Cullen stopped talking and said,
" Now I want all of you to pick a topic for your free style poem or story. Make sure it has at lest five paragraphs and at least five sentences per paragraph. I expect in in by
next Monday." The class mumbled a few words of recognition and the girls batted their eyelashes at him. "OK for the last ten minutes of class you can start your writing or talk quietly amongst your selfs.
Every one turned to the person next to them to talk, only one person started writing. And guess what that person was, me. See I don't really have that many friends. I only
really have Alice, who just so happens to be Mr. Cullen's (aka Edward's) sister, and Angela. And of coarse Jasper and Ben, Alice's and Angela's boyfriends, hang out with me too.
It's not that I'm ugly or mean or anything. I guess I'm average in the looks department. I have long about mid waist brown hair, dark brown eyes, normal curves for a eighteen
year old, about 5'7 and pale skin, but thats about it. And I don't think I mean. Well I guess thats there problem. I was still writing, with 5 minutes left when Mr. Cullen walks up to me. "I'm clad to see someones working hard."
I moved my hair so it hid my blush as much as possible. " Thank you Mr. Cullen, I really just want to get it done." 'Stupid, Bella nows hes going to think you don't like his
assignments'. But surprisingly he laughed at me. 'Great now hes laughing at you'. " I know what you mean, I hated writing 5 paragraph assignments when I was in high school, but hey it helps you in the long run." he said his vibrant eyes were
again shinning with knowledge. "So what are you planning on doing your writing on anyway?"
I was at a lost for that one. I hadn't really thought about what I was going to write about yet. And of coarse he had to ask that question. "Um I um don't really know what I'm writing about yet sir." I finally answered feeling like a complete idiot.
He just smiled. "Do you have any pets, maybe your friends, or your family might be a good topic?"
As soon as he said family my bruises started to hurt again but I just brushed it off not now, or ever wanting to have to deal with them again. "Um I don't really know, those topics seem to...easy."
"I thought you say that, you are a remarkable student Bella, you have real talent." Once again I had to hid my blush. "Thank you sir." "Well you better be going, or you'll be late." I turned around to see that Mr. Cullen and I were alone. Wow times flies when your talking to your crush.
The rest of the day was a blur. Classes and teachers, talking and writing. But still no topic for my assignment for Mr. Cullen's class. I walked to the cafeteria, got my lunch, and went to go sit with Alice and Jasper. ( Angela has a different lunch period.)
" Hi Bella how was your day so far?" asked Alice rapped up in Jasper's arms. "OK I guess so far, you know school." "Ya thats good." She said not really paying attention to me. "So Alice, do you have a topic for your brother's class yet?"
She just sat there nodding, staring at Jasper. "Alice!, ALICE!!" "Huh, oh ya I do." She said finally looking at me. "Its on how Jasper and I met." Oh coarse "Thats great, I don't know what to do mine on yet"
" You'll think of something" She turned back to Jasper, and I swear they were playing footsie under the table.
Lunch was over and the last classes were just like the other ones: A blur. I was getting my stuff ready to leave, when I realized I didn't have my comprehension book. I Must have left it in my hast to get out of Mr. Cullen's class.
Oh well I could get it tomorrow and that way I wouldn't be late to get home. God forbid I do that again. I ran out to my truck, started the engine with a load roar, and started my way home.
When I got home my father was passed out on the coach with a beer in hand. Good he didn't know I was a little late. You see my mother died when I was only two and I've lived with my abusive father ever since. " Your late." My blood ran cold with those two little words.
" Dad I'm sorry, I...I didn't know I was that late, it wont happen again. I promise." " Pff you promise, well your mother promised she would never leave us but she did, promises mean nothing to me and they never will again."
My father used to never be like he was today. He never used to drink or do drugs, and most of all he never used to beat me. He use to actually love me, but that all changed when my mothered died. He really loved her. " Dad please, I'm sorry, please" I started to beg never I good sign.
"Sorry to late, you were to late when she died 16 years ago." He hit me, hard. I Cried out in pain. "This is for being late," He hit me again. "This is for your mother," Again " And these are just because you are a worthless piece," Again " Of," Again "Crap" he hit me again and again as he continued hes rant of how I was vile.
My cries of pain echoed through out the house as my father continued to treat me like a punching bag. My cries were so load that I didn't here the door bell ring. Than load banging on the door
with frantic cries of " Let me in Bella please let me in." followed with more load banging on the door.
My father finally hearing the door, ran, he just ran out the back door to where ever he goes when hes not home.
I fell to the floor, my freshly bruised limbs screaming out in pain.
The person behind the door stopped his banging and finally figured out a way to get the door opened. The last thing I remembered was seeing Edward Cullen, my English teacher, walk in with my comprehension book.
I woke up not knowing where I was. The walls of the room were a light blue, the dresser in the corner a long with the desk, tv cabinet, bedside table and bed were a dark wood color. The comforter on the bed I was laying on was a deep blood red, a long with the rug.
Still not knowing where I was I tired to sit. No use the fresh bruises on my arms and legs hurt to much to do anything.
I heard a noise off farther in the house. In walked Edward Cullen holding a wash cloth and some water in a class.
" Your up how do you feel" He asked with so much caring in his voices you think we were long lost lovers.
" I'm fine I guess just a little sore." I was bluffing I was a lot sore. " you not telling me the truth." He voiced my thoughts " well I guess maybe im a little more sore than I let on, but really not as bad as it usually is Ill be fine in a couple days." Oh Bella wrong choices of words. " Than it usually is! Bella how often does your father beat you?"
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