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Chapter 2

At 7:00 that morning Bella's alarm rang. She never found it hard to get up in the mornings, but today was different. Today she felt as she didn't have anything to wake up for. But as the sad story goes, no child is excited for their first day of school.

Yawning she stumbled out of her bed and tugged on her outfit, the tank top hanging lose at her sides. She walked into the small bathroom and quickly did her hair and makeup. At 7:19 she glanced in the mirror, the large one hanging on the wall. She took no notice to the crack, to the faint glow bursting from it. Instead she worried.

What if they don't wear braids here? She pulled her French braid over her shoulder and examined it. What if there's a stain on my shirt and I didn't notices it? She turned her head to look at the back of her favorite shit, the one she cut the selves off of to make it a tank top. There was nothing wrong with it, but still, Bella worried. 

What the hell am I doing.

She walked down stairs to see her mom making pancakes and humming a song.

"Geez mom, I'm not feeling to good. I might be sick." Bella faked a cough.

"Okay. I'll take you to the doctors- after school." Her mom glared at her.

"Mom, why did we have to move? We could have stayed. We could've gotten rid of him, and called to police."

"Bella, you know it wouldn't have work. You know they wouldn't have listened!" Her mom snapped. "Now eat something before school." Her moms voices cracked.

"I'm not hungry." Quickly Bella slipped on her old black vans, and grabbed her backpack. She was out of the house before the first tear slipped from her eyes.

She got to school 10 minutes early.

There was already kids inside, so she decided to go to her locker. She dropped off her backpack and picked up a few notebooks.

In science she nearly fell asleep.

During math she sat behind Dean, who halfway through class passed her note with a smily face scribbled on it. This must have been a gesture for conversation, but she wasn't in the mood, so she just smiled at him.

Art was the only class worth staying awake for. She sat next to a girl who had a crimson pony tail and green eyes.

"Hi!" She said. "I'm Liv."

"Uh... I'm Bella." Bella smiled.

They talked a bit more during class, they both had lunch next hour, and Liv offered her a seat at her table.

"It's just me and my friend Hannah, and occasionally her boyfriends, they're always different each week, but you can sit with us."

"Cool." Bella smiled. This was new to her. She wasn't used to people being so nice to her.

After that Bella wandered to her locker, where a demon was standing. A demon dressed in a black miniskirt and gossiping with two girls standing next to her.

"Excuse me." Bella said.

Nothing.

"Um, you're standing in front of my locker." She raised her voice.

"Sorry." Ashley smiled. "Ella? Is it?"

"Bella actually."

What the hell. First she was a bitch to me and now she's acting like I'm just meeting her?

"Well listen closely Bella, I saw you flirting with Dean. FYI, he's mine." Ashley smirked. "What even makes you think he'd want to date you? I mean, look at you, you're pathetic." She cackled, then strutted away.

That's right.

She literally strutted.

Bella grabbed her $10 bill and walked to the cafiteria. At the table in the center of the room, she saw a familiar red ponytail. Bella took one glance at the lunch line and decided to skip it.

Besides, she wasn't really that hungry anyways.

Next to Liv was a small girl with a pair of deep blue eyes and a small heartshapped mouth. She had brown curls in her hair (except hers were larger and bouncier than Bellas)and she was wearing a black dress, which instead of making her look cute and lady like, sent out a vibe that made you feel as if this girl could turn around and snap your neck off.

"Bella!" Liv smiled, as if she was relived that Bella was there.

"Uh hi." Bella tried her best at smiling.

"This is Hannah." Liv gestured to the girl sitting next to her.

 Hannah turned away from the boy she was talking to. "S'up?" She smiled.

Bella gave a little wave. Hannah turned back around. 

Liv and Bella chated a little, some times Hannah would turn around and comment something, other times she wouldn't. Lunch was soon ovr and it was off to classes.

When school was over Bella rushed home and threw herself onto her bed. 

This is going to be one hell of a year.