Summary: Bella Swan has just moved to Forks to live with her dad. She is driving to school on her first day when something darts in front of her car. She tries to stop, but can't avoid hitting what appears to be a man. But when she finds no one she believes she hallucinated the whole thing. Did she?

A/N: So I hope everyone likes it I thought of this little plot twist one day and it's going to turn into a lot more. Please tell me your thoughts. Good or bad. Thank you :]

Disclaimer: I of course do not own any of these characters; they are the property of the brilliant Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter one: First Sight

Bella

"Are you sure this is what you want?" My mother asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"Yes." I repeated trying to sound positive even though I wasn't. "It's too late now anyway, Mom."

We were already driving through the small rainy town called Forks. This town of barely three thousand people was where I was moving. My mother, unsure of my decision, had been questioning me since we'd left Phoenix—3 days ago.

"It is not." She muttered stubbornly.

I let it drop. She was very stubborn and I didn't feel like arguing with her. I shouldn't have let her convince me to drive with her. I should have known it would be like this. Flying would have been much easier, but it was cheaper than shipping my car here from Phoenix. 'Plus we can spend some quality time together!' my mother had said. I'd complied, thinking it wouldn't be so bad. I'd always gotten along well with her. She was my best friend. But she worried because she knew me well: I had always hated Forks.

She worried that I was doing this more for her than for me. She was right, but I wasn't going to let her know that.

"Which street is it again Mom?" I asked. It had been so long I couldn't remember which street it was off the main road. My father lived outside of the town in a house he'd inherited from his parents, who had inherited it from their parents and so on. Not many people lived off this road. It was mainly richer families.

"The next one." She replied not even needing to think. My mother became quiet. I suspected it was because we were close. She'd left my father after only year of marriage. She had always loved him, but she hadn't been planning on living in Forks the rest of her life—he had. She left with three month old me and didn't look back. I could tell her she questioned her decision from time to time, but she was like me. Once the decision was made, it was done.

We pulled up to my father's timeless home. It had always been the one thing I loved about Forks. The house was so majestic and beautiful. They didn't make houses like this anymore. It had been in my family for six generations. It was had a small, white porch in front. Behind it was a quaint two story house inlaid in dark wood and brown brick. It was spacious and quaint.

I parked at the curb and my mother and I got out. It was raining lightly, something I'd have to get used to. It rained nearly every day here. She covered her hair the best she could and hurried to get out of the rain. My father, having heard us pull up stepped out onto the porch.

"Hello Renee, Bella. Good to see you," he said enthusiastically.

"Hi Charlie," my mother said quietly and quickly hugged him.

"Hi Dad," I said a little more enthusiastically. I gave him a hug as well.

"Thanks for getting her here Renee, you know I could've come down and gotten her." Charlie told my mother.

"It was not a problem. I wanted to spend some extra time with Bella. I won't be seeing her for awhile," Renee replied.

Charlie nodded understanding.

We got the boxes and bags out of my car and took them to the room that had belonged to me since birth. There wasn't much, it only took two trips.

My parents helped me unpack my things and set up my room. The time passed with small talk and awkward silences. After about an hour I left to take my mother to the airport. It was a silent drive up. My mother was sad to leave me even though she new it was necessary. The life she had chosen was difficult with me in it. She would miss me though, and I would miss her. But I would know she was happy and that would be enough.

"Are you sure you're fine with this?" My mother asked for the millionth time when we got to the airport.

I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes mom."

"I love you baby girl."

"Love you too, Mom." I hugged her tightly and warned, "Now don't miss you're flight. Go."

"Always looking out for me… What will I do without you?" Her eyes tightened.

"Phil will take over now." I tried to make a joke out of it, but it was a feeble attempt.

"Take care Bella." She gave me another hug and turned away before she could get too emotional. I was thankful she did. I was never big on emotional displays.

"I love you mom." I called after her.

She turned and smiled, the sorrow gone from her face. Instead it was replaced with a bright smile.

My mother had always been resilient. I got back in the car for the drive home.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. I quickly learned that my father's idea of dinner was take out or lean cuisine. That would surely change with my presence. As the night dragged on I became more and more antsy about the following day.

It would be the first day of the second semester in my junior year in a school of one thousand kids. Everyone knew everyone else and everyone knew my father. They were expecting me. I was the new kid. I hoped I was wrong, that no one would notice or at least no one would care.

Just thinking about it made it difficult for me to sleep. I tossed and turned most of the night. The rain didn't help either. I wasn't used to the rain pounding at my window.

When my alarm went off, I was already awake. I was tired, but thankful. It would be over soon and tonight I would sleep better knowing it was over. Sluggish from the night of tossing and turning, I got ready at snail pace. It was a miracle I was able to leave on time.

When I went outside the first thing I noticed was the fog. I had never driven in fog before and I was actually a little nervous. How hard could it be? I could still see about ten feet away. That's good, right?

As I drove through the fog I strained to look at everything around me. The forest was so beautiful. I had never taken much notice as a child. Probably because at the time I had been just that—a child. When you are a child you don't notice as much. You have simpler desires. At the time my desire had probably been to not be here. I wanted my friends at home in Arizona. Now that I hadn't been here for a few years I was older I found myself marveling at the trees and the greenery. The soft brown shades of the bark and soil, the green light of the forest masking the animals inside it. And the rain. I found a new beauty within the rain I had never seen before. When it rained it made the ground slick and harder than it usually was for an already clumsy person to walk without falling, but I saw how beautiful it made everything around me. It smelled sweeter here than it had in Arizona, and felt refreshing. It was a strange sensation to take in everything I had once taken for granted. As I marveled at all of this I suddenly had a new sensation hit me. It was very strange. I came up the last hill separating me from my destination—school and I was suddenly overwhelmed by a tingling, tensing sensation. I suddenly felt as though something was going to dart out of the fog in front of my car and I was going to hit it. My mind told me I was probably just remembering something I'd seen in a movie, a person driving and hitting an animal perhaps. It was irrational, but my instincts were on edge. My eyes searched the dense fog looking for something out of the ordinary—a deer perhaps, wouldn't be so unusual for Forks. I wouldn't be the first to hit a scared, stray deer in the fog. The oddest part of this strange foreboding feeling was that I felt like it wouldn't be a deer. No—it would be more. I reached the top of the hill searching all mirrors for anything out of place. It felt odd being the only car on the road. Most of the school kids lived in town most didn't come from this direction I had to remind myself. My eyes continued to strain through the morning fog—searching. My body was tense and I was no longer even barely listening to the music coming from the stereo. Suddenly what I was looking for was infront of me staring me right in the face. It was not an animal as I had been expecting. It was a man. He'd appeared so quickly it seemed he'd come out of thin air. Like I'd blinked and he'd just appeared. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life, but wild looking. His eyes were black as night and he stared at me with the most pained look I'd ever seen. He was kneeling in a crouch like he was about to pounce on the car. All of this registered first and then came the realization that I was going to hit him. Time had seemed to cease to exist as this accident unfolded. I hit the brakes much too late. My tires squealed and turned in protest to the sudden stop. I knew I wouldn't stop in time and I had to look away as I hit what was surely the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. I felt the impact before I heard it. My car had swerved to the side so my right quarter panel had hit him instead of the front end. I heard him it the car, but nothing else. I waited, listening for the crunch of bones breaking. It never came though. I at least thought I'd hear him when he hit the ground. I never did though. I suddenly realized the car was no longer moving and my eyes were still closed. I opened my eyes and saw the car was facing the forest. Thankfully, my foot was still on the break. I quickly put the car in park and grabbed my phone expecting the need to call 9-1-1. I wrenched to door open, grateful I wasn't locked in. I ran back to the road expecting to see the man on the ground, hopefully not dead; but he was nowhere to be seen. I searched the fog, but there was nothing. I searched around my car—it had only skidded a little off the road and it appeared to be undamaged. Had I imagined the entire thing? I walked to where I had felt the impact. The right quarter panel had a dent in it—a large one at that, but it was drivable. I searched the forest around my car. He couldn't have gotten far. The impact wouldn't have thrown him far into the trees. He was nowhere to be found though. How was this possible? The evidence was right in front of me. Yet there was no way the man could have gotten up and walked away from that. No possible way. I had hit him at fifty five miles an hour. The impact should have killed him. I searched through the fog a few more minutes, but gave up when I found nothing. I realized I would be late if I didn't get to school soon and it appeared there was nothing to find. Maybe the dent had been there all along and I just hadn't realized it? Not likely, but what other explanation was there? I got in the car and backed up back to the road. I put the car and started down the hill toward the school—this time at ten miles an hour. As I drove I felt like I was being watched, but I shrugged it off. I drove the last half mile to school in a tense, fear. I watched the road for everything. Everything little movement made me tense up even more. I drove into the parking lot, still shaking. I parked quickly not wanting to be in the car anymore. I ran into what I'd assed to be the office. The lady at the front desk smiled at me.

"Hello," I said in the calmest voice I could manage.

She smiled reassuringly, "Hello. I assume you must be Isabella Swan? I'm Mrs. Cope."

"B-Bella," I stuttered.

She smiled apologetically. "Did you get lost sweetie? I expected you a little earlier. School starts in a few minutes."

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. I had to think for a second. I couldn't very well say 'Oh I think I hit this guy that just appeared out of thin air. He disappeared after I hit him and left a dent in my car.' I could hear how crazy it sounded so instead I refined my story.

"I know. I'm very sorry. I actually had an animal dart in front of me on the way here. I didn't have time to stop and I hit him. I feel terrible about it, but I really had no time to stop." I hung my head a little to make it seem more believable and hide my face. I'd always been a terrible liar and I feared she'd see lie in my eyes.

"Oh honey I am so sorry. It happens all the time here. The animals sometimes seem like they come out of thin air sometimes. You really gotta watch," she gushed. Then she put some papers on the counter in front of me. "This is your schedule and a map of the school. Your first class—" She was cut off by the bell ringing.

"Starts right now?" I finished laughing.

"Yes. It's right here." She said, highlighting a building that was fairly close to the main office.

"Thank you so much. I'm very sorry about this morning. I was early until that happened."

"It's totally fine honey, I'll excuse the tardy for you. Don't worry, it happens and it's not your fault. I hope you have a good rest of the day, sweetie. Welcome to Forks High School." She said all of this with a maternal harmony to her voice. She gave me a smile and looked down to her work, signaling it was time for me to go to class.

"You too." I said, turning to exit.

I followed the map to my first class. It was nice that the school was empty, no one was staring at me—yet. I opened the door to my class and everyone turned. The teacher glowered at me, clearly already disapproving. I smiled apologetically and handed him my schedule.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan. I'm sorry I'm late." I said timidly.

"Hi," he grumbled. "Go sit by Ms. Cullen." He pointed to an empty seat next to a small, pixie like girl. I was shocked by how beautiful she was. It almost took my breath away. She had beautiful pale skin and large golden eyes. Her hair was short and spiked out in every direction. For some reason I suddenly though of the man I'd hit (or imagined hitting) this morning. They had no resemblance of course except their pale skin, but something about her just reminded me of him. I walked over to the side table where she sat by herself. She smiled reassuringly.

The teacher went back to whatever he must have been talking about before I'd interrupted him. No one seemed to be paying attention now though. They all seemed to be watching me now. I blushed, feeling all of their eyes. I sat down next to the girl who looked more like a fairie than a person.

"Hello Bella, I'm Alice." She whispered, smiling.

"Hi." I couldn't help, but smile. She was incredibly nice.

Mr. Brickey, I realized his name when I saw the board with his name, he was lecturing on in a boring voice about how important government is and how without it we would live in a very dangerous and chaotic world. He then told us we would be starting a constitution project today and it would be due in a week. First day of the semester and he was already assigning a project? This teacher looked like he would be a lot of work…

"I won't assign partners for this project. So find a partner." He clapped and everyone got up and started pairing off.

Thankfully Alice turned to me and asked, "Would you like to be my partner?"

"Sure, thank you." I smiled. How nice of her. I cringed, thinking of being the last one in the room to find someone to partner up with. The teacher probably would've had to ask someone—that would've been so embarrassing.

"So you just moved from Arizona?" Alice asked.

"Yeah. I just moved in with my dad." I replied. Charlie must have told everyone—everywhere I looked I found curious eyes staring me down.

"Charlie hasn't stopped talking about it since you told him you were coming. He's thrilled. He told the whole town," She told me echoing my thoughts.

I groaned out loud. "I was afraid of that."

She laughed at my pained expression, "You don't seem to like attention very much, do you?"

"Not really," I admitted

Mr. Brickey stopped at our table to give us our part of the constitution to translate, giving me a reproachful look.

"He really doesn't like it when people are tardy does he?" I asked Alice when he walked away.

"No. He really doesn't. Why were you late?"

I blushed remembering how crazy it would sound if I told the truth. I settled on lying again, "I hit an animal on the way to school… It darted out in front of my car and I didn't have time to stop."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? That's terrifying. What did you hit?"

I hadn't been expecting her question and I actually had to think: what would leave a large dent? A deer would've totaled the car so that's out.

Can't be a raccoon…hm... Then it came to me: A wolf was about the right size.

"It was a wolf." I lied smoothly; I didn't think she even noticed my hesitation.

"Wow. Well if you tell him, I'm sure he would understand." She seemed so confident of her statement, I could only nod.

Alice and I talked for the rest of the class period about why I had moved here, how I was liking Forks so far, and a very little about the project. She was so welcoming it was impossible not to like her. I could already tell I would be very good friends with her. However, she seemed surreal. She was so beautiful it seemed like she belonged in a magazine. It didn't help that she reminded me so much of the man I'd hit (or maybe imagined) this morning. I felt as though, like him, she would disappear the second I touched her.

The bell rang signaling the end of first period and she asked me where I was going next.

"Umm, Hammond. Room 408." I replied stupidly trying to locate it on the map.

"I'll take you there. Go talk to Mr. Brickey about this morning. I'll wait for you."

I smiled gratefully at her. I was so happy to not have to attempt to find my next class with the map. It screamed, LOOK AT ME, I'M NEW AND DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING.

I gathered my stuff up and went over to feed Mr. Brickey my lie. He bought it just as Alice had said he would. He told me he understood and it was okay. "I'm very sorry." I said one more time and turned back to Alice. I walked out of the class with her trying not to think of the beautiful stranger I'd hit this morning in the fog. I pushed him to the back of my mind. He'd been nothing but a figment of my imagination I decided. It was the only way to explain him... and yet I had this nagging feeling that he was real.

A/N: So, please tell me what you think. Whether it's good or bad I'd love to hear it. Thank you!