~Bella's outfit~

The next morning Bella left for school and met up with John and Cameron.

"Okay, now blend in." John said.

"Blend in." Cameron repeated.

"Yeah, I mean don't seem like a freak," John tried explaining. "You know what I mean right?"

"Freak, weirdo, kook, oddball, crackpot, strange duck, queer potato. Nut," Cameron started listing all the terms for freak. "I've been reading the dictionary. I don't sleep."

"Well lucky you." Bella said.

Once inside the school, John Bella and Cameron saw in front of them two metal detectors, with the two security guards standing next to them.

"Cell phones, hats, rings, and bling. Take it off and put it in the basket," One security guard ordered the teenagers. "Cell phones, hats, rings, and bling in the basket. In the basket people, come on," The guard repeated over and over again.

John and Cameron did as they were told and removed anything that had metal from their person and placed it in the basket. John was the first to walk through the metal detector, and surely enough he was good. John started to grab his stuff from the bin, while Cameron now walked through the metal detector.

The metal detector went off, with a loud beep.

"Again with you missy," The security guard motioned for her to step back through the detector. Cameron did as she was told and walked through once again with the same result.

John sighed heavily. He had maybe just an inch of hope that maybe her endoskeleton was advanced enough to sneak past metal detectors. He was wrong.

John had to do something, otherwise the security guards wouldn't let her through, or even worse. Call the police. John stepped up to the security guard ready to defend Cameron. "Excuse me, this is my sister."

"Extra credit for you," The guard replied sarcastically.

"Look, she's got a metal plate in her head. Really it's a big one." John said.

The security guard waved around his small metal detector around Cameron's forehead, and surely enough, the detector went off.

"I fell. Hard." Cameron lied convincingly to the guard. The guard nodded and motioned them to continue on.

"Frankie Gaines? I thought you were already in school- off to class with you!" Miss Hough yelled.

"I'm not Frankie Gaines whoever that is. I'm Bella Shepherd, the transfer." Bella said.

"Miss Shepherd?" Miss Hough asked.

"Yes, it's me!" Bella said.

"Well, Miss Shepherd, I'm Miss Hough, the headmistress, follow me to your class." Miss Hough said.

"I am Bella Shepherd, I am 16 years old and have a higher IQ than Einstein." Bella said as she went into a classroom.

"That's...not possible, Einstein had an IQ of 160 and an average IQ of a 16 year old would be 100-120, if you're smart enough." Tammy said.

"Well it is possible...I'll prove it." Bella said.

"Ok, tell me something about me." Tammy said.

"You have bags under your eyes which come from lack of sleep and you have stress lines...so I assume you have some sort of test today and you want to keep your grades up because, seeing from your cocky attitude- you have straight A's. Also, your pupils dilated when you saw me so, I assume I look like Frankie Gaines, who you know...and...ooohh! You don't like this...Frankie, I know this because of your body language." Bella said.

"That's not true!" Tammy said quickly, scratching her nose.

"Your lying, blood rushes to the centre of our faces when we lie and you scratched your nose...that's the Pinocchio Effect." Bella said and Tammy shuts up.

"Right, if that's all, make sure you make Bella feel at home at Sepulveda!" Miss Hough said then left, closing the door.

"Miss Oliver, take a seat at the back." The teacher said, ushering Bella to the very back row where two girls where sitting, one blonde and one...her?!

"Who the hell are you?" Bella asked what seemed like her identical twin.

"I am Frankie Gaines. Who are you?" Frankie asked.

"I am Bella, why do you look like me?" Bella asked.

"I don't know but you'll have to ask my Mom." Frankie said.

Frankie and Bella kept looking at each-other constantly as she ran an analysis on her.

Bella Oliver.

16.

Has an outstanding IQ of 182.

Daughter of Derek Shepherd, neurosurgeon at Seattle Grace hospital, and Sarah Connor, Former Waitress.

Bella Oliver's current address is-

"Frankie? The lesson is over!" Dayton said.

"Right...Sorry Dayton Reyes- It's just, Bella Shepherd looks almost exactly like me." Frankie said.

"I know, could your Mom have made you look like her?" Dayton asked.

"I don't know, maybe." Frankie responded.

"Jumper. Outside the gym." Someone said from the hallway and everyone went outside to see a girl named Jordan at the top of the gym.

"Jump! Jump!" A boy called.

"Dude, come on!" John said angrily hitting at his arm to drop his hands.

"That's my new friend. The crying one from the bathroom." Cameron said calmly.

"When?" John demanded.

"Two hours, three minutes ago. Four minutes ago. She's upset. Her parents are going to kill her." Cameron answered.

"Did you do anything to her?" John accused and she lowered her gaze to meet his eyes.

"I tried to give her a tight present." Cameron shrugged and holding out a gold colored makeup compact that she had pulled out of her pocket.

"Nice." Bella said as John went to go help Jordan but Cameron held him back.

"We gotta help her now." John said desperately.

"No." Cameron said firmly holding him back as he struggled.

"I'm going up there." John said through gritted teeth and Frankie walked over there.

"Is this so we don't draw attention to ourselves?" Bella asked.

"Exactly." Cameron said.

"Let me go. I order you to let me go!" John said.

"Don't be a freak." Cameron said as Jordan fell to the ground.

"Whoa." Frankie said.

"We gotta go. Now." Cameron said pulling John away while Bella looked at Jordan's bleeding side head wound disappointed. 

"I thought she would've suffered more seriously fatal injuries than that." Bella said.

"It wasn't really that big of a fall." Frankie said.

"True." Bella said as they walked off.