I know it's kinda short, but I'm so tired right now, but promise next chapters going to be longer, review and tell me if it's good or bad or how to improve it.

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CPOV

I looked out of the plane's window to watch the landing. Here I was in not-so-sunny Forks. Not that Cardiff is anything to brag about, it's just that when I was told I was moving to America, the big U.S. of A.., I was hoping it would be somewhere more....I dunno.

Like on 90210. I'm not retarded or anything, I've just never been here before, believe it or not.

My Dad lives here, but he isn't American, he's as welsh as I am, when Renee and Charlie split up, he said he needed some change. He visits every summer for a month or less, but now it's my turn to travel.

Charlie was waiting by his cruiser, I forgot to mention Dad is on the police force, yep, the Po Po. He smiled at me and gave me his signature bear hug. I grinned back.

"How are you, Charlie-Mouse?" That's my nickname for him. He's quiet, so there we go. Charlie-Mouse.

His grin grew wider, he didn't exactly love his nickname, he was just glad it wasn't as bad as some others I had come up with. I am evil.

I sat next to him in the car and got a good look at my little glimpse of America. I must admit, it was pretty shitty. In a nice way of course. It's beyond beautiful with all the trees and woods, but it's still a bit secluded. We pulled up to a pretty big house after about an hour and a half of nice chatter.

Charlie led me up to my room, it was great, nothing too girly but not too boyish. I love my Dad. The bed was a double and had no covers on it, I told him not to. I brought my ow and they were hardcore. Spongebob Squarepants glow in the dark. You could not get any cooler. Note my sarcasm. I'm not an over-gown six year old, it's just that Spongebob is class.

I started setting up my room with posters (none of them Spongebob) and smiled in satisfaction at what I had done. My room was extremely random, but epic nonetheless.

After making dinner for me and Charlie I went to sleep, ready for school the next day.

I had a good feeling about this shit-hole.

I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for anything. I shot out of bed and picked out my clothes. I decided to go with black skinny jeans which had tiny angel wings just above the bum which was made out of silver thread. I put on a sleeveless top which was styled so the hem was a bit scruffy with some thread hanging off of it, it had the Union Jack on it.

It showed my welsh dragon tattoo off in perfect contrast. It was a simple design, exactly like the one off the Welsh flag but no background, the red looked great against my pale skin.

I looked in the mirror.

I didn't look half bad, my hair is long and falls just above my bum and is wavy. My eyes are pale blue, the kind of blue you find on the eyes of a Husky. My face is quite pretty with snow white skin over high cheekbones, plump lips and a cute nose. I had silver ring-like piercing on my bottom lip on the left, I thought it made my lips look better, but Renee begged to differ.

I put on my red convereses and went off to walk to school. Yes, walk. I have got my license, I'm just not allowed to drive here. That sucked eggs big time.

At least I got a better look of the place, it's pretty tidy, if I might say so myself. In Welsh talk tidy means great, which this place is.

I finally reached a sign that said 'Forks High School' and it damn well didn't look like a high school. Where were the tall gates, security cameras, the feeling of imprisonment?

And thank all things holy that there are no hideous school uniforms. Ugh, bad memories.

I walked to what I presumed was the office of the school. I saw a woman with unnaturally red hair.

"Hi, my name's Cariad Swan, I'm new here," I said and she looked shocked at my accent. I'll b getting a lot of that 'round here. She smiled at me and gave me my timetable.

"Ta," I said to that. She looked confused, oh, Welsh slang and Americans don't mix.

Oh well. I walked to my first class. Something called Form. What was that? I'll find out, I guess.

I found the door and knocked, whoever was talking stopped and opened the door to find me. I smiled and recognition pooled over his face. He turned to the class and gestured for me to come in. There were a lot of stares.

"As you all know, we have a new student with us. Cariad, why don't you introduce myself?"

Introduce myself? Okay, whatever. Might as well make this interesting.

"Helo fy enw i yw Cariad ac rydw i yn dod o Gymru, Taffy go iawn ydwi. Diolch am hyn, yr athro cachu,(Hello, my name is Cariad and I come from Wales, a real Taffy I am. Thanks for this, you shit teacher) " I said smiling sweetly. They all stared blankly at me.

I sauntered over to a seat behind two inhumanly beautiful people. One had short spiky hair and was petite, a very gorgeous girl and the other a tall handsome bronze haired God.

Oh my Spongebob they were gorgeous. I stopped staring and glanced down at my tattered messenger bag. I tried to think of something other than them and found it.

What the hell is this class?! I decided to ask, might as well ask the God-like people, right?

I tapped them both on the shoulder, and fuck were they freezing. They turned, shocked that I had touched them. I met two pairs of deep golden eyes, they were gorgeous.

I smiled and said, "I know this is going to sound weird," you could tell on the looks of their faces that they thought I was going to ask them out or something, arrogant I suppose, "but do you know what this class is for?" To say they were shocked was an understatement.

"What do you mean?" The pixie girl asked.

"What is this class?" I asked more bluntly. The two exchanged smiles.

"This is where the teachers check if we're here," the boy said slowly as if I was a rem or something.

"You mean Registration?" I asked happier now that I knew what it was. They nodded.

"Stupid Americans, why do they have to change all the words,"I muttered to myself after they turned around. They both let out a little giggle. There was no way they heard me.

I shook my head, no Cariad, they were laughing because you are an idiot.

The day carried on like that, with questions like "Are you from England?" To which I answered, "Fuck no," they look all shocked and say, "Well, why are you wearing the English flag?" They are such retards. They all had kinda funny accents, not that I'm one to talk, but mine flows more than theirs, it's less blocked off and in the same monotone.

By the end of the day I had been asked out, had numerous comments about my tattoo and have heard so much gossip I think my head is going to explode.

And to top it off, even though I'm walking home as we speak I'm going to be picked up and dragged to a friend of Charlies. The Blacks and their friends. All I wanted was to relax and listen to some music.

But no, today is going to be a long day.

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Hope it wasn't completely shit :)