Disclaimer: I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters or books. The characters in my story are a lot different then the characters in her stories.

Enjoy! Bellawannabee92

Lunch was pretty boring. Not a highlight of my day. The only thing enjoyable about it was everyone left me alone. After I left Jasper standing in the back of the line, he didn't seek to find me again. Which gave me time to myself.

I sat there eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, thinking about blue Phoenix skies, staring off into space.

I didn't even notice when it was time to leave. A custodian had to tell me, several times, might I add, that lunch was over.

I walked like a zombie to my Biology class, thinking about 'accidentally' blowing up part of the lab so the school would have to be closed for a while for the maintenance people to fix the damages. I decided that causing an explosion wouldn't work. Too many people have probably tried it.

Then I got to sit next to Edward Cullen. Oh joy. He didn't do anything but sit there and write too neatly on the papers that get passed to us. This class always seemed to stretch the longest. Maybe because of how still Edward always is. Or possibly it had something to do with how he always had to recheck everything I did. Like I was an idiot and didn't know anything.

I just did my work silently. Not wanting to make small talk with anybody. I heard the girls in the corner of the room saying my name.

The best way to deal with those kinds of people is to ignore them sweety, my mother had once told me.

That didn't work though. It never had. It's just something that parents tell their kids so they stop bugging them about the cruel people in the world.

I bet there had been a memo sent out to every parent in the world that read, If your child starts complaining about bullies, just tell them to ignore them. It gets them to be quiet about it so we can just go on and not take any action to stop it.

I wouldn't doubt it. I mean, how many parents actually do anything about it? Hardly any, that's how many.

About five minutes before the bell, Edward turned towards me, for the first time, and looked at me with a concerned expression. I couldn't understand why. Why was he looking at me like that?

"What?" I asked, not being able to stand it anymore.

"Nothing," he said and turned away finally.

Then, the bell rang. I was free to fall on my face in gym. Just the thing I wanted to do.

I reluctantly gathered my things and headed to the gym. Why did Forks High School need you to complete four years of gym to graduate? It honestly didn't make any sense. Some people will never be good at gym, no matter how many years they take it. It's not like having gym in school all your life will keep you from getting over weight. It might keep you in the nurse's office though.

I am one of those people who will never get better at anything athletic and I don't mind at all. I can take a game that is harmless and if I am part of the team, it becomes very dangerous.

You'd think, after the teachers had figured this out, they'd give me a break and not make me play anymore or at least not as much. But they have this theory that if they make me play more, I'll get better. How is does that make sense? Why must they torture me?

Everyone in the gym soon learned too, that when I'm participating in any sport, it's best to take cover and hide when I send something flying. Almost everybody in the gym has been hit by my inadequate physical skill's repercusions. Only one got severly hurt though. Mike Newton.

Yes, I hurt the allstar jock. But it was completely on accident. It had nothing to do with the fact that he stared at me in weird ways. Or that he had a weird obsession with touching my hair. And it absolutely had nothing to do with the fact that he grabbed my ass. Ha, good one.

We were playing a personal favorite torture of the teacher's. Tennis. And I had already had enough of Mike earlier in the week. And Jessica, his girlfriend. Don't even get me started.

And he comes to me and joins my team. Why, I don't know. Maybe he enjoys causing me the humilation. Or maybe he doesn't even know about the anguish Jessica put me through already.

So I let him. Not really wanting to talk to him. I just continued playing as if there wasn't a big annoying person standing right next to me trying to start a conversation. So when he started to stare at me funny, I thought it was just because I wasn't looking at him. I didn't care, let him look at me funny.

Then after about ten minutes, he realized I wasn't going to look at him. So he gets as close as he can without getting hurt by my racket, and purposefully touches my hair, twisting it behind my ear, trying to be seductive. I pretended to lunge for the tennis ball to get out of his grip.

But even that didn't work. He still continued to ponder new ways to make me feel uncomfortable. I had to get out of this situation. When I wasn't paying attention to Mike, he decided to grab my ass with his lingering hand.

Something inside of my head snapped. I didn't even know what I was doing until Mike was on the ground, clutching his hand to his chest, howling in pain. I dropped my racket and moved away from the crowd surrounding me and Mike.

"Mike, what happened to you?" the coach hollered over the crowd's chattering.

"I...I... Bella." Then Mike passed out and everyone's gaze turned to me.