Hello, my name is Ella White, and this is my story.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Rang my annoying alarm clock.
Sighing I stubled out of my bed and headed towards the bathroom. After I had my shower and did my daily routine of drying my hair, straightning it , and using makeup to cover up my bruises and scars .Yup thats right bruises and scars.
My dad is an alcoholic.
But even after all the abusive things he has done to me, and believe me there is a lot, I cant leave him, because he is the only family that i talk to. I havent talked to the rest of my family since the funeral three years ago. I guess you are wondering what i am talking about, arent you?
Flashback.
The rain was pouring, thunder was rumbling as my mother, my brother and i made our way towards the car. It was the night of my best friend Bree's tenth birthday. As we drove down the road, we sang 'over my head' by the Fray. We loved that band. " Mum! look out!! I yelled. But it was too late. We had driven straight in front of a truck. The truck smashed straight into mum's and Maxx's side of the car.
Flashback Over
She died instantly.
My brother Maxx, was asleep when this happened, but he died on impact aswell. But I came out with a broken leg.
I thought dad would be happy that I was alive, but boy was I wrong.
He didnt utter a single word to me until we got back from the funeral. Thats when the torture began. I remember that night like the back of my hand, and honestly, i'd rather not talk about it.
Its been three years since the funeral, and Michael and I live outside of Forks, Washington. (By the way Michael is my dad)
We live in a very secluded spot where no one can hear my screams.
Shaking my head I run downstairs to cook breakfast for Michael. I havent called him 'dad' since that night.He lost that honour the first time he intended to hurt me.
Today will be painful, because of the annerversary. It seems to get worse as the years go on.
After I made him breakfast, I grabbed my bag and started walking to my school, Forks High.
It takes me about one hour and a half to get there, so I have to leave pretty early.
Once I arrive, the bell rings, and I speed walk to Algebra.
I am already classed the nerdy loner in this school and i've only been here a month! what a great start to my first and last high school. (note the sarcasam)
Not that I will be around much longer.
My dad always tries to kill me, and I always pull through,because I fight for my life. But since my best friend Harry Clearwater started ignoring me one month ago, I realised I have no-one to fight for.
Sliding into my seat at the back of the room, I stare at the blackboard and listen to Mr Burton droan on about stuff I will never understand. Maths,Art, and History go on like this too.
When the end of fourth period bell rings i dash to my happy place before anyone makes a snarky comment about me. I quickly browse the library sections until I find what I am looking for.
Romeo and Juilet.
I lean against the wall and begin to read.
"Excellent choice" an angelic voice says.
I look up to see a girl about my age with curly hair and big brown eyes.
"Ah, thanks" I reply.
"I'm Renesmee"
"Im Ella, Ella White"
