Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
Lifting her head, she peered at the guy through hair that had fallen into her face. Lifting one slightly scraped hand she brushed her hair out of her face so she could get a look at the guy. "Umm...yeah." her face reddened slightly, as she looked down at her stuff. "It tends to do that...a lot." Bella tripped over everything, and nothing. It didn't matter if nothing was there, she'd still trip.
She took the offered head tentatively, pulling herself up with his help. It was usually Edward who was hauling her back up, but it was still appreciated. "I'm alright. The sidewalk and I have become good friends over the years." she admitted with a shrug, telling him that she was the kind of person who tripped often.
"Thanks." she said, "For the help. I'm already late, so of course I'd drop everything." she said in a slightly awkward tone. Social situations were just not her strong point, at all. Still, he had offered to help her, so she could at least make an effort. At least he hadn't decided to stare at her like others. She was use to people staring at her by now. It happened a lot at home. Maybe not so much here, except for when she fell. But she was getting very good at ignoring it completely.