Part 4

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(Ight, get ready for dome middle school drama! You know, little kids acting like they high schoolers)

~Monday Morning~

I felt somebody jumping up and down on me.

"Wake up! It's 7:00! The bus runs in 10 minutes!"

I eyes shot open.

"Ugh. Are you ready?"

"Yeah. I just need you to drive me."

"Got all your school supplies?"

"Yes! Now let's go!" She yelled, practically dragging me out of bed.

I giggled and got up.

I was wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pajamas and had my hair up in a messy bun.

I walked down the stairs and saw Ashton on the couch.

I almost forgot that we let him crash here for a few days.

I kinda just watched him for a while until Bella was whining for me to hurry up.

I smiled and walked out to the car.

"Why are you still in your pj's?" Bella asked, shutting her door.

"Cause when I get back I'm going back to sleep."

She laughed and I pulled out of drive.

-

I walked back inside the house and face palmed into my bed.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

"Wakey, wakey!!"

I opened my eyes to see Ashton hovering over me.

I groaned once more and threw a pillow over my face.

"Get up."

"No."

"But I'm lonely. I need somebody to talk to."

I uncovered my face and glared at him.

"Tell me why you're here. I thought you were dead."

He sighed.

"Okay, but it's going to take a lot of explaining.."

~Bella~

I entered the school building and smiled.

I headed to office where I would find my classes.

7th grade. I was going to make this the best school year ever.

I got my sheet and started wandering the halls, looking for my first period.

I was in Kellin's homeroom but I couldn't find it.

I saw an 8th grader and asked her.

"Right down that hall."

"Okay, thanks."

I trotted along and found my class.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

The whole class paid their attention to me.

"Oh, Isabella!"

"It's Bella."

"Right, Bella, have a seat."

I took a seat in front and set my bag down.

I felt someone tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a blond headed girl with blue eyes.

"Nice shoes." She snickered, pointing at my old sneakers.

"Thanks."

She rolled her eyes as I turned back around.

-

"Okay Bella, let's get you a locker."

They gave me a combination and I repeated the action until I gave up.

I felt a presence behind me.

I turned around to see a brunette boy with brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Dylan. Having trouble?"

"Yeah."

I stepped out of the way and told him my combination.

He opened it and smiled.

"There, oh and," he stuck a pencil in the metal part and shut it. "Your locker is now rigged.

He opened it without having to do anything.

"Wow. Thanks. I'm-"

"Bella. You're in my homeroom."

"Yeah."

"Anyways, we gotta get to class. Reading, actually. Follow me."

I smiled and walked behind him.

-

The lunch lady plopped something weird on my tray and I got out of line.

I tried to find somewhere to sit but just decided to sit by myself.

I felt somebody trip me and I dropped my tray.

Luckily, no food got on me but everybody did laugh.

I looked up to see who it was.

It was the same girl from first period.

"Oops. Sorry."

She and her friends laughed at me, making others join in and point fingers.

I thought school was only like this in movies.

I wanted to cry, I didn't really like this as much as I thought I would.

I hated school...

~Skylar~

"Hey Ashton, I'm gonna go check Bella out. They said she was feeling sick."

"I thought it was too risky?"

"I'll just say my mom wanted me to pick her up.

"Okay."

I gave him a thumbs up and went to get her.

~Back to Bella~

The car ride was silent.

"How was your first day? Well, besides being sick."

Not a word.

"You know it was probably the lunch food."

Nothing.

When we got home I immediately went inside.

"Whoa. Hey, Bella how was-"

Before Ashton could finish, I slammed my bedroom door shut.

"What's wrong with her?" Ashton asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she just doesn't feel good at all."

But what they didn't know, was behind this door, tears were pouring down my cheeks...



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