Ho-ly fuck. Ok, welcome back hoes, I’ll catch you up. It seems that Bella Darling had the brilliant idea that showing up to school with fake tan would make them look like a model or some shit. I mean, maybe a model for a cereal mascot..? Okay, okay. I’m being a bitch, I’ll stop. Oh fuck, they look like they’re about to cry. But, now that I think about it, the stripes kinda match her eyes. 

Daisy is here now. Welcome, welcome. Oh, Lucy’s with them! Great, I'll follow them around later. Ah, and you... eugh. Guys, I can only imagine the pain Bella’s feeling right now, because that absolute [arschloch], Jason, finds this whole situation hilarious. Do you have no heart? I am ashamed to share the first two letters of my name with you, you stinky little asshat. 

Wait, guys- it’s been, like, four chapters. I haven’t told you my fucking name yet. Call me Jacob. Hopefully you’ll remember it better than me since I’m obviously shit with names. How am I such a mess??? 

And hella self-centred. This story is s’posed to be about Bella and co! Let's try and make it so. The gang should be in- ew- maths right now. We're checking in on what’s happening.

Huh. I can’t see them. They should be here though. Did I miss them? Ah, there she is, coming through the door now with little ol’ Daisy on her tail. They really look like they’re about to cry now. All red in the face and clearly holding back tears and shit. Oh, she even has fucking toilet paper stuck to their shoe. I didn’t think that actually happened in real life, poor girl.

“Uhm, hello Ms.” Their eyes are burning holes into the ground, I swear. Daisy is trying to drag the paper from under Bella’s shoe with her foot.

The teacher speaks. “You're late." Bella nods meekly. They pause for a moment before continuing. "Miss Smith… I think it would be best if you were to go home for the day. Head to the front office, your parents will be called.”  Good call, teach’.