Mirror Image

Chapter 1

All of their stuff was unpacked at a surprisingly fast rate. Bella's new room was fully furnished and painted within two weeks. Within those two weeks she only went out one day to buy some paint and a few clothes and books. She had practically lived off apple cinnamon tea and leftover pizza.

That was until, school sign up.

"Do I have to go?" Bella begged her mom one last time.

"Of course you have to. However, if you want to or not doesn't matter." Her mom sighed and folded her arms.

"But mom! I won't know anyone. They'll all be staring at me."

"Bella you can't stay in this house forever."

"Mom-"

"You're going." She swiftly turned around, her brunet waves swinging behind her. The argument was clearly over, and her mom clearly won.

Bella slowly walked towards the side door of the house and started walking. She had little idea of where she was going- she rarely ever did. There were no subways here, unlike in New York. When she made it to her new school, she walked up to the doors as quickly and cool as she could manage. She tried to ignore that everyone's eyes burned into her back.

If there was one thing that she absolutely hated, it was having her picture taken. She had actually forgotten that they would require one. So she sat and gave a fake smile, trying to make it look as real as all the other girls.

If there was one way you could tell Bella was new, it was her clothes. All the girls here were apparently immune to the weird ass weather and they all wore cute preppy dresses, with their hair straightened. Bella, however, was wearing a black crew neck with her favorite bands name (Panic! At the Disco) across the front. She had ripped jean shorts on which she could tell weren't allowed when school started.

She stood in the line along with everyone else until it was all over. She didn't even bother to open up her class schedule or look at her locker. She just ran out of the building and started home. It was then, safely tucked away in her room that she opened her schedule.

Science

Math

Art

Lunch

Latin

English

History

Bella was glad that she got her top choice electives, she sucked at Spanish and didn't want to have to take gym instead of art.

She stayed in her room for another week, until she had to go school shopping, then she put her stuff in her locker. Unfortunately, both of her locker neighbors had the same idea.

There was a girl with stick-straight bleach-blonde hair to her right. She had put up pink and green wall paper in her locker, and hung up photos of her and her friends. She looked very nice, so Bella tried something new.

"Hi." Bella smiled. "I'm Bella." She held out her hand.

"And I don't care." The girl rolled her eyes, then slammed her locker and walked away.

Bella sighed and chuckled to her self. Now that's why she never liked leaving her room.

"Yikes." The boy to her left said. "That's Ashley. She's a bitch. Which I guess makes her the most popular girl in school." Bella laughed. "I'm Dean."

"Bella."

"Are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

"Um yeah." Shit.

"Where are you from?" He smiled.

Damn this kid has a lot of questions. What does he want to know next? My blood type? "Um I moved here from New York last month."

"Why'd ya move?" He didn't seem mean. He was just curious.

Bella wasn't ready to tell him the sob story. She didn't know him well enough.

"Uhhhh my mom... Didn't want to live in the city anymore." It seemed like a safe enough answer.

"Cool." He smiled. "So what are your classes?"

They apparently had math, Latin, and English together.

"Well I got to go." Bella lied. "But maybe I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." Dean went back to setting his books in his locker.

When Bella got hoe she couldn't help but find herself thinking about his messy cinnamon hair and his bright white smile.

Pull yourself together

Come on Bella you don't need a boyfriend right now. What you need is to figure out how to avoid people as much as possible. 

But that doesn't  mean we can't be friends, right? 

"So did you meet anyone today?" Her mom silently prayed that the answer was yes.

"Um yeah." Bella took another bite of chicken.

"Were they nice?" 

"Not really. The girl next to me is a total bitch."

"Mommy what's a bitch?" Maggie said whit her mouth full.

"Not now honey." Her mom gave a warning look to Bella.

"But the guy on my other side seems pretty nice." 

"That's good." Bella couldn't help but think her mom was trying to hard to make their life's here perfect.

"Yeah. I'm tired, and there's a big day tomorrow, so I'm gonna go to bed." Bella left the room, not waiting for her moms response.

"Mommy what's a bitch?" Bella heard Maggie ask for a second time while she darted up the stairs.

Instead of sleeping Bella put on her pajamas and laid in her bed on her computer. She logged onto tumblr, even though she had no followers, and she scrolled through her dash board. She logged off and watched youtube. She logged back onto tumblr, even though there were no new post. She sighed.

When you're a kid you feel like there is a million websites and games to play, but when you're a teenager there's absolutely nothing. Bella just sat and stared at her screen for five minutes, watching the cursor blink in and out. 

At midnight she peeled off her clothes and put on the outfit she as going to wear for the first day of school. She stared at herself in the mirror, at the way the jean shorts were only thumb length if she lifted up her shoulders the slightest bit. She looked at how her white tank top hung lose on her body. Bella sucked in her stomach. She wasn't fat, but seeing that girl, Ashley, made her feel so out of place. Ashley was beautiful, with thick blonde hair rolling over her shoulders.

Bella pulled at a lock of her curly black hair, making it go straight for a minute. She wished she could change her hair. Both her mom and sister had brown waves, while Bella had an uncontrollable mass of dark curls. Her brown eyes never compared to her mom and sisters deep blue eyes. Her sister was practically a mini clone of her mom, while Bella was a mirror image of her father.

That is, if her father still looked the same.

Bella pulled on her pajamas and lay down in bed, her eyes closing the minute her head hit the pillow. She could have slept soundly, except for all the thoughts swimming in her head.