Welcome to my Life
Monday, May 4 6:32 AM
"ISABELLA!!!" : was the word that made me wake up. I didn't want to wake up that morning, to face another day of my life in hell. That was Esme yelling at me to get up so I could start my daily "routine" of thing I had to do before I even thought about leaving for school. For the past 11 years, my life has been like this. Every. Single. Day.
"You were suppose to be up two minutes ago. NOW GET UP! Start making breakfast. Oh and make sure the girls are up."
I rolled my eyes. That's another thing. The girls. Rosalie and Alice. I was responsible for the waking up of two of the most spoiled children on the planet. What was I, their nanny?
I heard footsteps rushing up to my room.
"Isabella, now!", Esme yelled into my room. I groaned and got out of bed. I didn't bother changing, I didn't do that until everything was dome. I stumbled out of my room and down the hall towards Princess Rosalie's bedroom. I always wondered why Rosalie stuck around. She's 18 so she could get a place of her own. Once, I asked her where she wanted to go to college. But she said she's not going to college, because she "doesn't know what she wants to be." She said that Emmett will one day marry her and take care of everything she'll need in life. But I think the real reason is that she likes that I do everything for her.
I walk into her room only to find her bed empty. I look around the room looking for her. That's when I heard the shower running. I let out a breath. My job here was done. I moved on to Alice's.
I knocked on her door and and when I heard her small voice say "come in", I opened her door to find her staring in the mirror holding up a dress she might wear to school today. I could hear "Decode" by Alice's favorite band "Paramore" playing from the speakers. I tried to sneak away before she saw me. But too late.
"Oh good morning Isabella!" She sounded peppy and cheery, nice even, but that's how she is. Unlike her sister and mother, Alice is one of those bitchy girls that give off the impression that they are nice. And then when you're alone with them, or in my case, get home, it's when you see what they are really like. I hate her because of that. Because she's the worst kind of bitch. The ones that act like they're not.
I slowly opened the door wider.
"Morning Alice." I responded. She turned back around to face the mirror and spoke.
"Could you do me a favor?" She asked before I had another chance to sneak away.
"Sure." I gave up. "What is it?"
"Would you mind printing out my history paper for me?" she asked.
"Um, Alice I can't print something out that has never been typed." I told her and that seemed to remind her that she had forgotten to do it.
"Oh right…" she looked like she was thinking of something. She smiled and asked. "Then could you be a dear and do it for me?" She wasn't really asking me to do anything, she was commanding me to do it. And if I refused, it wouldn't be long before Alice goes complaining to Mommy Dearest that I won't "help" her with her assignments. But still. It doesn't hurt to TRY to get out of doing it.
" But Alice it's due 3 period!" I used as an excuse.
She turned back to face me. "Well, then you better get started on it, don't you think?" And she turned back around. I sighed and left the room. I seriously don't understand why either one of them bothering doing any assignments. If they fail, Esme could simply sleep with their teachers again.
I headed down to the kitchen. This was probably the worst part of my day. Each one of them ate something different. And each had their own taste. So while Esme, Rosalie, and Alice had a breakfast made for a queen, I sat in the corner eating my cereal and milk, and quickly too so I could move on to making the everyone's bed. So far, my life rocks, doesn't it?
An hour later, everything was done and I could finally get ready to go. Of course I asked if there was anything else I could do, and thankfully, after pondering about it for 5 minutes, she let me go. I rushed upstairs and threw some clothes on. I'm not really into looking pretty for school. I know no one looks at me so there really was no point. The only boy I talk to is Jacob, my best and only friend. I met him in the school library in freshman year and we've been friends ever since. I'll admit: Jacob is a pretty good-looking guy. And except for the glasses, I'm surprised he doesn't have girls crawling after him. It might have something to do with the fact that he's the smartest kid in school and no teenage girl wants to be seen hanging around a major nerd like Jake. Except for me.
Jacob really is my sanctuary. I could tell him anything and I know he wouldn't tell anyone. But that's because he doesn't have anyone else to tell, but still. I'm sure that if he did have any other friends, he wouldn't tell a soul anything.
I heard my cell phone ring tone and quickly picked it up to see who it was. It was a text from Jacob.
It read, "I'm outside." I closed my phone, grabbed my bag and headed out my room. Jacob drives me to school every day, since I don't have my own car. I've got a license, just no car. Whereas on the other hand, Esme bought Alice her Porsche, and Rosalie her convertible. But that's okay. I would get a car when I saved enough to buy my own. I had Jacob. In return for him driving me, I promised that I would never make him late for school. Because according to Jake, being late for school would go on his record and it wouldn't be good for him.
As I was running down the stairs, I heard Rose and Alice's cars starting up and leave the garage. That meant Jake would be pulling in closer to the house right about… now. I ran across the front hall and I was feet away from the door when…
"Isabella?!" Damn it, Esme! I turned around.
"Yes?"
"I need you to go out and wash the girls' cars after school." She said to me while she was filing her nails. One of the many things I hated about her was the way she dressed. She must have been at least over 35 and still dressed like a 16 year-old. Esme was in great shape for whatever age she was, but still. It was weird to hear the girls call her "mom" when she sometimes looked like she was younger than them.
"Esme, I'm one person. I can't take both cars to the car wash at the same time." I explained to her.
"Isabella, whoever said anything about going to a car wash?" I understood what she meant and it showed on my face. "Right, so I'll need you to rush back here right after school." I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.
"Fine."
"Alright then. You can go." I angrily turned and rushed out the door to meet Jake.
"Finally!" I heard him cry out as I stepped into the car.
"I'm sorry Jacob. Esme was giving me another chore to do when I get home." He sighed as he started the car.
"I still don't see why you break your back doing all this crap for Esme, Bella." He told me as he pulled out of the driveway.
"I told you Jake. If I don't, I won't get any money for Dartmouth or a car." Yeah that's right. I want to go to Dartmouth College. I know it's an Ivy League school, and one of the most private in the country. But I think I can do it. That and also it's the farthest college away from Esme, Rose, and Alice. I never said that I'm a bad student or that I fail every class. I just said that it was harder for me to keep up. But, thankfully, I managed.
"Bella, don't worry about Dartmouth. You're going to get a scholarship or really good financial aid or something so you don't have to worry about the money. As for the car, you don't need one. I love driving you to and from school." He turned to me and flashed that huge smile that I loved. I smiled back.
"Thanks Jacob. But still, I have to. I don't want to risk it. No one said I'm getting a scholarship or anything and chances are, I won't. If anyone's getting a scholarship, it'll be you."
Jacob contemplated this. "Yeah….. probably." I could tell he didn't want to admit it, but he knew he would. He is valedictorian after all.
About 10 minutes later we were entering the parking lot of Summit High School. We were late and yet the parking lot was deserted.
"They must have sensed we were coming." I joked.
"That's not funny, Bells." Jacob said seriously.
"Sorry."
Jacob drove towards the only available parking spot left. He cut the engine, and we both got out of the car. Looking around the lot, Jacob's car stuck out like a sore thumb. The lot was full of shiny, fancy cars such as Rose and Alice's, which I spotted, right next to Jasper's, Emmett's, and Edward's. I suppose that was because Jacob's car used to be his late mother's and even when his father offered to buy him a new car for his sixteenth birthday, Jake refused. And Jake doesn't mind driving this car around. It's the only memory of his mom he's got left, and I respect that. Especially since I too, have lost my mom.
We walked across the parking lot. Jake went to hold the door for me so I could pass through.
"Thank you." I told him. He walked through and the door closed behind him.