I woke up with a start. I looked around the room, searching for that shadow I had seen in my dream. Nothing.

I sighed and got out of bed. I had been having dreams where shadows had been lurking. Always hiding, never in view, but I knew they were there.

I looked at my clock on my bedside stand. Holy crow! It was 8:30! I hurried to my closet, and threw on a plain pair of jeans and a black Paramore T-shirt.

I grabbed my book bag, keys, and threw on a jacket. I ran outside and hopped into my truck. I turned it on, and drove to school.

The truck was a '53 Chevy. It had been a welcome home gift from Charlie, my dad. I had moved from my mother's house in Arizona to Charlie's place here in Washington. The only reason I moved here was because Renee had remarried, and Phil, her new husband, didn't really like me.

I have lived here in Forks for 2 years already. At first I hated Forks, but now I'm really getting used to it. I'm even starting to like it.

I arrived at the school, but of course I'm late. One hour late to be exact. I went to the office to give my pathetic excuse for being late.

When I opened the door, I saw a guy with a head of tousled copper hair talking with the secretary. I hadn't seen this guy, so he was probably new. Poor kid, I remember when I was new. Those weren't very good memories.

I waited for him to finish. He then turned, and my eyes were glued to him. He was perfect. His face could be on the cover of a magazine. His eyes made contact with mine for a short second and my heart leaped. His mouth turned into a beautiful crooked smile, and he walked past me.