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September 4, 2009

"Mom, please don't make me do this," I cried indignantly as my mom pulled up to my new school. I didn't do well with meeting new people. Truthfully, I didn't do well with anyone, barely talking at all unless it was to my mother. Starting seventh grade at a new school was definitely not going to help. The people back in Phoenix at least knew I was a freak from an early age, and had given up on me. I didn't want to repeat the process. "Why did we have to move?" I continued, angry tears starting to spill onto my cheeks. Esme sighed, wiping the tears off my face. I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but these past few years had been hard for the both of us, and the strain could be clearly seen on her face. Her caramel colored hair fell in waves around her pure face and hazel eyes.

"Bella, you know why," she replied, letting go of my face to grab my backpack. I did know, but it was all so unfair. "Now go to school, and try to at least make an effort to make some friends." I pouted, but nodded, wiping the tears away, knowing I would have to make my first appearance with tear stained cheeks. The sooner they accepted I was an outcast, the sooner I could go to moving through the routines, invisible to everyone. I only hoped I wouldn't be made fun of for it.

I hadn't always been this way. I used to have friends. A lot of friends. I was forced to grow up too quickly. My childhood had been snatched from me by unforgiving hands, and moving to Buffalo was my mother's way of trying to make a new start. Esme and I both hated the snow, so moving to Buffalo was probably not the best idea, but it was the only opportunity presented to us, and we just needed to get as far away from Phoenix as we could.

I slumped out of the car, my schedule in my hand, and made my way to admissions. Esme had decided to use all her money to send me to a private school, hoping that the smaller class sizes and stricter teachers would make it harder for me to maintain my status of invisibility. The school in Phoenix had 350 students in my sixth grade class, now I would be joining a seventh grade class of 46. Well, now 47. Great. I knew Esme just wanted me to be happy, and it killed me that I couldn't fulfill her wish. The issue was not that I was socially inept, I just didn't do well with kids.

Benton School did have it merits though. I couldn't deny that the school was gorgeous. It looked like a mini college campus, with five different brick buildings. I had never gone to a school where you walked outside between classes. The weather was nice and hot now, but I dreaded the idea of walking outside in the snow during the winter months. Three of the buildings were in a semi-circle around a large quad where high schoolers would lay out during the hot days, and the center building had a large clock tower that rung eight strokes, reminding me that school was about to start. I sighed, uncomfortable in my uniform that I would have to wear for the next two years (the high school students had to look presentable, but no uniform).

I walked with my head down to the front office, trying to ignore the looks I got from the students already attending Benton. I walked up to the front desk and a woman with a kind face smiled at me. "You must be Isabella Swan," she said, with an expectant face.

"Bella," I corrected with a weak smile.

"Nice to meet you Bella. I am Ms. Cope, and if you need anything you just have to ask. I see that you already have your schedule, and I thought it would be a good idea for you to shadow someone in order for you to get assimilated to life here at Benton. That being said, I would like you to meet Alice. You two share the same classes." A tiny girl I hadn't noticed sprung up from her chair beside the desk, and greeted me with a large smile. She had short brown hair that sprung out in all different directions, but in a way that suited her. She was very beautiful, and had large green eyes that seemed genuinely glad to meet me. I didn't like the idea of shadowing someone, they would be forced to talk with me, and I would be forced to reply, but something about Alice made me think that she wouldn't be too bad.

"Hi, I'm Alice," she said in a sweet voice, but a loud one, almost as if she was making up for her small stature by demanding attention. She danced over to me with a gleaming smile. Her enthusiasm seemed to be vibrating off her body, which was almost a head shorter than me. And I thought I was short… I surprised myself by giving her a real smile. I couldn't remember the last time I had smiled for real. "It's really nice to meet you. I think you are really going to like Benton."

"Nice to meet you too," I replied in a small voice. She motioned for me to follow her and she chatted about the campus and the students as we walked to the lockers. She showed me my locker, already stacked with books, which I packed into my backpack. Multiple people came to chat with me and Alice, and I said as little as possible, keeping my eyes down.

"So why did you move here?" Alice asked as we sat down in our first period English class. I immediately became uncomfortable, fidgeting with my books as I searched for an answer.

"Um, my mother was offered a job here," I said meekly. It wasn't a lie, technically. I was a terrible liar, and I'm sure Alice could tell I wasn't telling her the whole truth, but she decided to let it pass, which made me like her infinitely more.

"So what does she do then?" Alice replied.

"She designs houses."

"Ooooo, really? I want to be a designer when I grow up. Of clothes though, not houses. But that is so cool! I can't believe it," Alice said, bouncing in her seat. "Although, its tough to look good here since we have a uniform. All I can really do is accessorize. . ." She sighed, and I let out a little chuckle. Alice was so untouched by the real world, and I just wished that I could be like her, worrying about accessories.

We stopped talking as the teacher, Ms. Johnson, started talking, welcoming us all to her class. About ten minutes into class, two boys walked in, laughing about something, and went to their seats which happened to behind Alice and I. One was tall and muscular with dark curly hair, and the other was slightly shorter, but still tall, with a perfect face and bronze hair. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen, and something about the way he sat as if he had no cares made me think that he knew it too. Something about him looked familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"This is the first day, so there will be no repercussions, but being late to class and making such a rude entrance is not tolerated here," Ms. Johnson said in a firm tone.

"Sorry, Ma'am, won't happen again," He said, with an undertone of sarcasm, his face holding a smirk. Ms. Johnson let it slide, but gave them a disapproving look.

"That's my twin brother, Edward," Alice said, pointing to beautiful one with bronze hair, "and the other one is Emmett, his best friend." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "They are so annoying. . ." I didn't know how to reply, so I just nodded, realizing that Edward had looked familiar because he looked like Alice. He seemed like the type of person I should probably avoid; the type of person that would make fun of me.

Edward and Emmett talked through the class. Edward tapped on Alice's shoulder, and when she ignored him, he lightly through a pencil at her, and she turned around in a fury, threatening to get him after school. Edward held both hands up in surrender, but his easy smile held an heir of arrogance. Needless to say, by the end of the class, I disliked him very much.

After English, Alice and I headed to math, which Edward was not in, thankfully. There, Alice introduced me to her friend Rosalie. Rosalie was gorgeous, with blonde, wavy hair, and piercing blue eyes. I could tell why she and Alice were friends. Rosalie was very engaging like Alice, and seemed to genuinely want to talk to me.

As the day wore on, I had a better feeling about Buffalo, and although I had planned on not making any friends, it seemed Alice and Rosalie might be an exception.

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