I woke up feeling bitter. Great my first day to my new high school, I wondered how this day was going to end while I took my shower brushed my teeth and let my hair lay on my shoulders, I didn't feel like dealing with it this morning. I picked out a light blue tank top and jeans to wear. My closet needed help; I decided to go to Seattle later this weekend. I staggered down the stairs to get breakfast and there was Charlie waiting for me a smug look on his face. He raised his eyebrow looking confused, "Are you okay Bells?" Okay? No I was not okay. I would go to school and most likely make a fool of myself. But I couldn't have Charlie worry about me. " No dad" I lied. "I'm just nervous." I shoved some Pop-tarts in the toaster and waited for them to finish. "Its okay Bella its just school, you'll be okay." Charlie tried and failed to cheer me up. Okay was fabulous compared to what school at Forks would be. I just moved to Forks and it didn't even feel like two weeks that I'd been here. I finished my breakfast and took a swig of orange juice before I left. I stepped out the front porch and strode toward my truck. Charlie yelled a final "Have a good day!" I waved and yelled, "Okay, see you dad!" I started my truck and headed to my first day of definite torture.