A/N: My plan was to work on one Fanfic. Yeah, like that worked. I felt I had to write this, as soon as a heard someone say 'sing your song softly', I thought of Twilight, and the singer thing, and then I thought of how Edward said that every human was the same to Jasper. And that made me think of…what if there is on human smelt differently. If you like it then reviews, please. If not, keep it to yourself, because frankly, if it is not constructive then, well, I wish you never to meet Edward, so there! Ha! (I would so do that, I am that evil) this is after Breaking Dawn, the Cullens have moved on. Nessie is somewhere with Jake. This is probably a bit sad and EMO but hey. I was bored.

Moving from Wales to Italy is like moving to a different country - Ian Rush

Softly Sing Your Song:

Chapter One:

I could tell what it would be like before I even got there. Raining. What more could you expect from Portland? Jules had told me about the weather. It would be terrible; I would be a new girl, a freak. Not only have I just moved here, but I moved here from a different country. Stupid Ocean separating America and Britain. I had no idea why I decided that I would finally relocate to America to live with Jules, my mum. Or should I say mom now? Oh god, why the hell does this has to be so confusing! Grades instead of years…and then there's freshman and sophomore and senior. I won't last five minutes. I will be like…and alien amongst humans. I might as well come from Venus.

When the aeroplane (airplane?) finally landed, I couldn't breathe properly. My hands were shaking so much that when I went to give my passport to the tired looking man in the booth, I dropped it. A few people laughed. Now I will be forever known as that girl what dropped her passport in the airport. Fantastic.

The man frowned when he saw my picture. The girl in the picture had brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, and a small smile. I had black hair and my eyes didn't have any emotion. I definitely didn't have a smile on face. I glared at him. He stamped it, and then gives it back. I walked through to collect my one and only bag. I would play the guilt card on Jules. Or her partner Dave. Dave was sweet and all but…he wasn't my dad. Thinking about my father brought tears to my eyes. It was two years ago, when he died. Because of the long journey from London to Oregon, my social worker, Carol decided that I should live with my Uncle Keith in Essex. My physiatrist, Dr Stuart Melbourne agreed, the traitor. When my father died, everything about my old life died with him. I was sixteen. How he died was a mystery. Some doctors said it was an accidental overdose, others say it was suicide. No matter how much I wanted it to be the first option; I had to agree with the second one. When he died, I went to a foster home, and I got bloody Carol as a social worker. Carol annoyed me, bored me, and made my angry all at the same time. She could drone on about 'relationships' and 'not your fault' all night. I knew it was my fault. I was such a crap daughter that he decided to kill himself. My foster home was with a woman called Jane; she had already fostered children, but never a sixteen year-old. I started acting out. It was my way of saying, you can't tell me what to do. I dyed my hair black; I lost the cute kid smile. I hung out with people older than me. So what did Carol do? She sent me to physiatrist. Dr Melbourne did help. He got me to tell him everything. Every reason behind the action. I don't know how he did it. I thought I could trust him. Then Carol found out where m mother lived, and rang her Jules was only too happy to get me to stay with her, and I wanted to, but then Carol found out that she lived all the way in America. That stupid sea again. Carol thought that would traumatise me, going to a new place. And Essex wouldn't? Dr Melbourne agreed. I thought I could trust him.

But then, two years, four hundred and one appointments, three thousand pounds, two hundred dollars, and a lot moaning later, I was going to America.

The moment the plane lifted of, I was having regrets.

Jules was waiting for me. She smiled, and then looked closer.

"What did you do to your hair?" she demanded.

"Hi Jul…mum, nice to see you too." if I called her Jules to her face, she'd have a fit.

"But honey, it was so pretty before, long and brunette and beautiful. And you look so thin…have you been eating?" she already had lost her accent. She sounded so different, so…American.

"It got bored of long hair. And yes, I have been eating, obviously." I added, praying that she hadn't heard the last word. Part of it was truth. I do eat…when I want to, when I feel like it. The stupid, inconvenient truth was that the smell of food made me feel sick. My throat felt sore.

"Well, I'm gonna have to feed you up. And you should dye your hair back, and grow it. And stop straitening it, it looks lovely curly…" shut up, or I'll eat you, I wanted to say. Now I know why she and dad broke up. She was incredibly annoying.

Jules put my suitcase in the back, and she hugged me warmly. I wanted to cry. I hadn't been this close to anyone in two years.

"I know you'll love America, and the school here!" said Jules. She had been like this since we got in the car. I closed my eyes.

I couldn't remember getting out of the car, or getting into bed. When I woke up, the sky was grey, and it was raining. I knew that I would have to go to school. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt; a black jacket. I put on my red converse all stars. I didn't eat breakfast, but I took money for lunch. Almost taking pounds instead of dollars. I would have to get the money changed. Where the hell would I do that?

I realised I didn't have the faintest idea where the school was. Or a way to get there. I looked around the kitchen. I saw a note.

Liz,

I've gone to work, Dave took me, so I've left you my car, drive safe…remember, the right side of the road, don't go in the wrong door, the school isn't far. I'll be back before, and there'll be a surprise here for you…

Love, Mom.

Aggrh. She actually put 'mom'. I think I might scream. She has been here too long. I grabbed my bag, and walked to her car. It was a Mazda 5 in red. It was OK. I guess.

"Left side, left side." I murmured to myself.

My first lesson was English. This was good, something I could get to grips with easily. All the trigonometry and biology and algebra confused me.

"Hi, I'm Mark, you must be Elizabeth?" a boy with dark hair introduced him self.

"Hi…it's Liz, though. Never Elizabeth. Ever." I say. Mark grins.

"You're from Britain?" he said.

"Yes." I muttered. Now please leave me alone. I sent him telepathic messages, telling him to get lost.

"Where about?" he asked. He must have a strong telepathic force field.

"Urm…London." I said.

"What have you got next?" he asked. I checked my timetable. History. It could be worse.

"History." I told him. Something seemed to be amusing to him.

"Good luck with that." he said.

"Mr Ryan, could you please go back to your assigned seat?" said the teacher.

"Miss Williams, back row." the teacher commanded.

"You are?" asked the History teacher. I realised I hadn't listened at all to the previous conversation. What was her name?

"Liz Williams." I answered.

"Ah…yes, all the way from Britain." she said. Great. Does she want to tell my life story? I could write it down for her.

"Yeah." I said. I tried not to sound like I hated her.

"You can sit next to…" there was one spare seat. A boy at the back. He was very good looking. He had honey blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked uncomfortable. His eyes narrowed. He looked like he wanted to kill me, so he must have realised that I had to sit next to him. "Jasper Hale." she said. She handed me a book, and I walked to my new seat. As soon as I sat down, he stiffened. I didn't look at him. I didn't want to know. I knew why…it was because I was new, an outcast, a freak. This was nothing new.

"Page 118." was all I caught. There was a text book in the middle of the desk. Jasper made no move to turn to page 118, so I did.

Realisation hit me like a bomb.

"Shit." I whispered. I could feel Jasper's eyes on me.

I realised what Mark had meant by Good luck with that. This was American History, of course. How could I be so dim? Please say I have been sucked back to Britain by a time vortex, and that we are doing the plague or something…please, please, please.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head. Evil History Teacher started about some civil war. When I opened my eyes, I looked around. Hoping that Jasper had turned his attention to the lesson, I looked at him. He was at the extreme edge. He was staring at the desk, as though it was important. Am I really that bad?

I moved slightly. Then he got up, he was out of the room.

"Mr Hale?" Evil History Teacher called after him. She looked at me.

"I don't know." I mumbled. What had I done?

"Hey, London!" someone called me. Well I was pretty sure he meant me. I carried on walking. Before I knew it, Mark was next to me.

"Hi." I said. He was with two girls, and two other boys.

"This is; Lily, Harriet, Kaden and Jon." he pointed to them all in turn.

"Everybody this is Liz. From London." he said. "How did History go?" he asked, grinning.

"Terrible." I say. This was a first…people being nice to me.

"Who did you have?" asked the girl with mouse brown hair.

"Urm…I can't remember. She was tall with short black hair and blue eyes…" and she was evil, I silently added.

"Oh. Miss Jenkins! Poor you. Did she embarrass you?" asked Harriet.

"Not really. I wasn't listening." I admitted. I was too busy pondering why Jasper Hale hated me. Everybody else seemed nice.

"You got out easy." said Harriet, smiling, maybe at a memory.

I sat with Mark and his friends at lunch. I looked around the huge cafeteria. My eyes were drawn to a certain table. The people gathered around it were so incredibly beautiful that it made me ill. They looked completely different, yet so alike. One of the girls had black spiky hair, and was short and pixie like; she had a dreamy expression in her dark eyes. The second girl had blonde hair that reached down perfectly to her back. One on the boys had bronze hair and was beautiful; my eyes were next drawn to the second male, with black curly hair, and serious muscles. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place who.

Despite the difference in hair colouring, they all had pale skin and dark eyes. I knew exactly who would fit in here.

"Who are they?" I asked quietly. Lily, the girl with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes smiled widely.

"The Cullens and Hales. The dark haired pixie like girl is Alice Cullen. The big dark haired one is Emmett Cullen. The bronze haired one is Edward Cullen. The brunette girl is Bella Hale, the blonde girl is Rosalie Hale and the blonde…oh he's not there. I swear I saw him earlier." said Lily.

"Who?" I asked. I had to make sure.

"Jasper Hale…" answered Lily. She looked confused.

Why the hell did he hate me so much?! Just as I was beginning to think I would actually fit in here, someone thinks that I'm so much of a freak he leaves?! I gazed back at the table. The bronze haired one - Edward looked at me. He caught me eye. Great, no I have to stare. Like with a dog, if it catches your eye, you have to out stare it, otherwise it will attack. Wait…was a just comparing someone to a dog. I saw him smile…almost as if… I looked away. I grabbed my bag and walked out.

"Where are you going, London?" asked Mark. I ignored him. I couldn't deal with being the main attraction, the new girl. The weirdo, the freak, the loser, not again. Not now.

What do I do? Fein illness for the rest of my school life? Or plead insanity and go back to London or Essex, where I belong, with Carol, Keith and Dr Melbourne.

There is no running from your problems.

A/N: Review, and you CAN meet Edward. (I can be nice, too.)