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Let Go of My Heart

Prologue

June 1994

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP….

"Five more minutes…" I say to no one in particular, as I slap the snooze button on my alarm clock. It's June, the beginning of summer before my senior year of high school and I have so intelligently, or unintelligently, decided to take summer classes. Actually, it's only one class, Government and Economics. Talk about thrilling. Sure. Seeing as this coming fall is Presidential election season, the last thing that I wanted to worry about is some huge senior project. I want it this year to be as easy and stress free as possible. It is senior year after all, so instead of enjoying sleeping in…

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…. "Ugh"

"Bella! Get up!" I hear my father call from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I call back, turning the alarm off this time.

"I'm off to work, see you later tonight!" he calls, and I hear the front door close.

I roll out of bed and trudge to the shower. I go about my morning routine of personal hygiene and getting ready for the day. I throw on a pair of shorts, tank top and my favorite Converse. I dry and brush through my hair, pull it into a high ponytail and put on just a little mascara and lip-gloss. I have no one to impress. Guys don't much notice me anyway.

I grab a quick bite to eat for breakfast and head out. I have to leave a little earlier than I normally would, since summer school is being held at the high school on the other side of town. Kids from the three different high schools in the area will all be attending, so I am not really sure how many people I will know.

I'm only a little bit excited to get there, as it's been a few weeks since I've seen my best friend, Angela. She left the day after school let out to spend time with her cousin in San Diego. We've talked, but it's not the same as seeing her everyday like I've been used to. She was one of the first people I met, when I moved to Forks.

My mom and dad split up when I was in the sixth grade. We moved a few times, from Phoenix to Jacksonville and then I came to live with my dad, so I ended up going to three different middle schools for the three different grade levels. It sucked. Never really getting to keep a friendship too long because, well, we were kids and let's face it, life goes on. So coming to live with dad was a blessing in disguise. It was nice to finally "settle down", stay in one place and have some sort of normalcy again. Forks, Washington is not the most exciting place to live, but it's beautiful and quiet and home. Angela and I met in English class on the first day of our freshman year. We've been almost inseparable ever since.

I pulled my truck around the backside of the school building to the student parking lot. I take a quick look around, spotting Angie's car, but she must already be inside. Grabbing my bag, I head inside, realizing that I don't recognize anyone from Forks High. Nice. I hate being so nervous, when will I ever get over this social anxiety?

The cafeteria has been set up as the central meeting place for us to get our class information. I find the M-Z line and head over to get my schedule.

"BELLA!" I hear from behind me.

Relief washes over me as I spot my best friend walking quickly towards me.

"Dang girl, I sure did miss you!" I say as we hug.

"Me too Bells! I sure wish you could have come to San Diego with me. It was so warm and sunny. We even made a trip to L.A. one day and tried to find Luke Perry and Jason Priestley," She laughs, "but no such luck!"

"You are so crazy!" I laugh. She is so obsessed with that ridiculous teen show, Beverly Hills 90210, but I have never found the draw to it. "Don't they consider that stalking these days?"

"Oh hush! It was a good time!"

We laugh and fall right back into our comfort zone. "Peas and Carrots" my mother calls us.

We get our class schedule and of course are even more excited to find out that we have the same teacher. Perfect!

The first warning bell rings, so we head upstairs to find our classroom. "Welcome ladies" Mrs. Cope says as we enter the room, handing us a packet of papers. "Here is outline for the class and your study guide. Just find a seat and we'll get started soon."

The desks are set caddy corner to the front, lined up five rows across, four desks to a row. In the first row, there's already a dark haired guy sitting in the first desk. Ang and I take the second and third seats behind him. She turns to me and mouths "oh my god!" nodding her head towards him. I just giggle and shake my head. Yea, he's kind of cute, but not my type. If I even have a type. I'm seventeen, almost eighteen years old, and I've never had a serious relationship. Sure, I've been kissed, held hands, been on a few dates, but nothing to get too excited about. Like I said, it's not like guys notice me much anyway.

The final bell rings and the last of the students file into the classroom. I was leaning down to get a pen and some paper out of my backpack. I set the paper on my desk and was still rummaging around for my pen. I felt the desk behind me bump the back of my chair. As I turned to look up and see who had so graciously sat behind me, my heart skipped a beat, as I was suddenly lost in most beautiful pair of blue eyes I'd ever seen.