God gave me Marines

If your James dean who am I?

The first day at a new school......awesome. My dad is in the Marine Corps. We've lived on bases since I was born, I'm also the only child. We live in Norfolk now, dad got a promotion. Now don't get me wrong, I love my daddy and the Marines, I just hate moving all the time. We use to live in Hawaii, nice sunny days and warm weather. Norfolk is cold, wet, and dreary half the year. I'm use to going to school on base. Marine brats who were taught the Marine code, now I'm going to public school OFF base. How do I act around these people? What if they don't like me? What if I run into Army brats? Chesty Puller* help me!

"Bella!" My mom called from downstairs. You may think Twilight when you hear my name, but my dad named me after the battle of the Belleau wood.*

"Coming!" I yell giving myself one last look in the mirror. Red hair, green eyes, pale skin with millions of freckles, and a small frame was all that stared back at me. My simple flannel shirt, skinny jeans tucked into my boots, and hair in a side braid over my shoulder. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed down stairs. Dad allowed me to sleep in today since it was my first day of junior year. Mom handed me a piece of toast and my lunch box.

"You're going to be late on your first day." She warned as we briskly walked to the car. When I got to the school I was overwhelmed. People were everywhere, sitting in the grass, on the benches, throwing footballs, skateboarding, talking, laughing, listening or playing music, and hanging out. A few kids stared at me as I walked past. I wasn't a shy person, dad taught me that. Marines hold their head high and make eye contact with those around you. Show them weakness, you become prey. The bell rang and I was swept away by the flood of people moussing their way to home room. It took me FOREVER to find the main office. The old woman behind the desk looked up from her computer as I came through the door.

"Bella Weaver?" She asked in a raspy voice. Her hair as gray and thin, her make up was too thick, and she smelled like old lady.

"Yes ma'am."

"Here, your father has it so you can sign for your sport." She handed me a slip of paper and went back to her computer.

"Thank you." I said looking over the paper as I exited. Eight classes, all advanced placement on top of a sport. Dad was going to make sure I never had a life. I was so busy looking over the paper trying to memorize it that I didn't see the person walking towards me until we collided. I was knocked to the floor along with their things.

"Oops, sorry." I said scrambling to pick up the papers that scattered the floor.

"Why don't you watch where you are going freak." A blond girl said giving me a cold stare. I looked up at her in annoyance and rolled my eyes handed the stack of paper to the awaiting hands.

"Chill Carry, it's fine. Here," A guy said extending a hand. He was the one I ran into.

"Thanks," I said brushing myself off and looking for my schedule. He must have noticed because he handed me a slip of paper.

"Looking for this?" He asked smiling. I got a good look at him now. Dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and a tan-ish complexion.

"Looks like we have mostly the same classes. Come on, I'll show you to our home room." He smiled brightly. White perfect teeth. I had to crane my neck to see him, he was a good two foot taller than me.

"Thanks,"

"Uh, she can find her way to class Devin. Walk me to class." The blond said grabbing his arm.

"Carry, your class is right there. Let go of me." He said in a nice way, but I caught the annoyed tone under his words.

"Fine, see you at lunch. I'll save you a seat." She left, but not before giving me a warning look.