A/N – I was inspired to write this by two fantastic fan fictions (as soon as I remember what they're called I'll tell you). This is my first Twilight fic and hopefully it'll be good. I'm Scottish so if there are any words you don't understand because I haven't americanised them just say in a review or pm me.

Lynne
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Summary – Bella is blind and she's starting at Forks High. A student has been assigned as her guide but why is he being hostile?

Chapter One

I am blind. I have been ever since I was born – for a reason no one can figure out. And I was on a plane to Washington Sate to live with my father.

I had lived with my mother, Renee, ever since she divorced my father when I was still a baby. My father, Charlie, would come to visit me in Phoenix every summer. I was moving in with my father because my step father had been finding it hard to adjust to living with me. He would mention something and think he had insulted me when I knew he hadn't meant it and also because I knew he and my mom needed time alone as a couple.

I gripped my chair tightly when the plane shuddered as it landed. As the captain's voice rang out and thanked us for flying with the airline an air hostess walked over to me and helped me off the plane. She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor to what must have been baggage collection.

"Over here, Bella!" I heard my father call on me and the woman led me over to him and let go of my hand as Charlie took my other one. "It's nice to see you again," he told, "Thanks," he murmured to the air hostess as I heard her walk away.

"It's nice to hear you too," I knew I could say this without my father thinking I was impolitely reminding him I was blind – we were used to each other.

"How was your flight?" he asked me.

"Just fine. Renee was a little weepy saying goodbye but I'm sure she'll be fine when I call her to say nothing happened." Renee had been close to making a scene as I was led on to the plane but thankfully Phil, my stepfather, had managed to comfort her just in time.

"Good. You'd better call her as soon as we get in or she might have a panic attack." I chuckled and Charlie led me over to a bench when I heard a grating sound and a quiet humming as, what I assume was the conveyer belt with the luggage grumbled awake.

"Did Renee tell you what colour of suitcase you had?" I told Charlie it was black with yellow stripes down the side. More and more people entered the baggage collection and I heard Charlie drag my suitcase over to where I sat. "Got it. Anything else?"

"No, Dad, that's it. Can we go home now? I'm sort of tired."

"Sure Bella, no problem." Charlie took my hand and led me out of the airport and over to where his police cruiser must have been parked. He helped me into the car and put my suitcase in the trunk. I knew Charlie lived in the tiny town of Forks but I had no idea how close or far he lived away that was.

I never have been a good judge of time but I think it took us from about forty-five minutes to an hour and a half – I wasn't very sure and I felt embarrassed to ask.

Charlie slowed down as he pulled into the driveway. As he stepped out I took a deep breath and prepared to memorise where everything was so I wouldn't be hurting myself for more than a week. Charlie came over to me and led me up to the door. "I've got a key for you, for emergencies or whatever."

"Where's my room?"

"It's at the top of the stairs and then second on your left. Bathroom is third, my room is first." Charlie knew I wanted to find my own way about the house – I wanted to be independent, something my mother would never let me be.

I nodded my head and cautiously ran my hand along the wall as I walked. I suddenly wished I hadn't told my mom to pack my stick in the suitcase – it would have been useful right now. I just hadn't wanted to attract unwanted attention to myself at the airport.

I walked even slower as the wall was replaced by a door. "That's the living room and on the other side of the hall is the kitchen. Will you be okay on your own? I need to make a phone call the station."

"Sure. I'll be fine." I paused as I heard Charlie walk past me into the living room. I started walking at my slow pace and I stopped again as my toe stubbed against something. I waved my other hand in front of me and as it hit nothing I assumed it was the stairs.

It was ten paces from the front door to the foot of the stairs I would remember that. I slowly and carefully walked up the stairs keeping my hand firmly on the rail, which was attached to the wall. There were thirteen normal sized steps. I carefully noted which steps were squeaky in case I ever needed to know.

I walked forward slowly, once again running my hand along the wall when I realised too late that the upstairs hall made an 'L' shape and I had just walk face first into a wall."Ouch!" I hissed quietly, hoping Charlie wouldn't hear me. He didn't. I rubbed my nose and changed direction still with my hand on the wall. The first doorway – Charlie's room, the second – mine.

I sighed with relief that I hadn't seriously injured myself. I walked around my new room a few times and memorised where everything was. My double bed was in the centre of the room with a desk on the right, underneath the window and a dresser and wardrobe filled the opposite wall. I sat down on the bed and decided it was comfy. I sighed, got up and slowly made my way back down again so I could phone Renee.

Charlie was off the phone now and I could hear the ESPN on in the living room. "Where's the phone Ch-Dad? I need to phone Mom."

"There's one in here and there's one in the kitchen."

"I'll take the one in the kitchen and leave you to your game. Where is it?"

"On your left as soon as you walk through the door, hanging on the wall. The cable stretches to the table and chairs if you want to sit down."

"Thanks Dad."

I tried to keep the phone call short and to the point – everything went well on the plane, Charlie had found me easily, the house was fine, I hadn't hurt myself badly yet.

I told her I was really tired and I wanted to be rested for tomorrow when I started at Forks High School. Oh no. School. Suddenly I was dreading it – what if no one liked me? What if someone pulled a prank on me? What if the person who was going to guide me hated me?

Similar thoughts rushed through my head as I said goodnight to Charlie, made my way upstairs and got changed for bed. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. It worked for now. I could hear raindrops tapping against my window as I lay in bed trying to sleep. My mom had warned me about how much it rained in Forks. I thought I wouldn't have minded but I realised I did. I wasn't used to the sound and it took longer for me to fall asleep than I expected. I dreamed of angry teachers and a mysterious guide taking me to all the wrong classes.

A/N – I think I did okay for my first Twilight ff. What do you think? Should I continue? Or not? REVIEW!