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She sat up and looked around her. Blinking her eyes, she couldn't figure out where she was. The wind blew through her open window, moving the curtain, letting in light. She then remembered. Forks, Washington. She could hear a light pitter patter of rain falling on the roof. The clock said it was only four. She still had two hours of sleep before she needed to get ready for school. She knew she wouldn't sleep, falling asleep had taken enough work the first time. She slid out from under her covers, put on her slippers and robe, and quietly slipped out of her room. She tip toed down the hall, and opened the last door. Her uncle Charlie was snoring loudly, she had been able to hear it the second she opened the door, but she had to see him, to make sure he was there. After closing his bedroom door, she silently made her way down stairs and sat on the couch looking at the TV. She turned it on, and turned the volume down very low. She flipped through the channels, multiple times. After landing on another show about dancing to lose weight, she turned the TV off. 'American TV,' She thought to herself, 'I hope it's better during the day.' She walked back up the stairs to her room. Grabbing a book she laid back in her bed to read. She was just getting to her favorite part of the story, when her alarm clock went off, making her jump. She turned it off and went to her closet.
"What do you wear to school, when you can't wear a uniform?" She asked herself out loud. She finally settled on a long sleeved, white shirt, and her plaid skirt from her old school. She brushed her hair, and went down for breakfast.
Charlie was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bagel, reading the newspaper. He wasn't that much older than her, only about three years. Her grandparents adopted him, after she was born. "Bella," He said, noticing her. "You look..." He stopped, not knowing what to say.
"This is what I wore at my old school." She said shrugging.
"You know, they don't wear uniforms?" He asked, taking a sip of coffee.
"Yeah, but I didn't know what else to wear." She said.
He thought for a moment, "How about some jeans?"
She nodded her head, "I'll change after I eat." She set out to make herself an omelet. As she stood at the stove, she remembered the last time she had an omelet. A tear made its way down her cheek. Before she could stop herself, more tears were coming, she tried to stay quiet, but Charlie noticed.
He stood up, and wrapped his arms around her. "Bella, it's okay, everything will be okay."
As soon as she could talk again, she said, "I'm not hungry any more." She turned off the stove, and went to her room to change.
On her dresser was a picture of her parents. "I miss you." She said to it, before opening her closet. She picked out a pair of dark jeans and a light blue tank top. She took the hair out of the pony tail, and put on some make up. She then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
When she came out Charlie was leaning against the wall. "Ready?" he asked her. She nodded her head.
They went out side and got into Charlie's car. The drove mostly in silence. "We can get you a car, if you want." Charlie offered.
"Yeah, but I'd have to get my license first." She said, reminding him.
"That shouldn't be too hard, didn't you have your license in England?"
"Yeah. I don't think I want to drive, not yet anyways." He looked at her, and understood why. But she was determined to play it off, "You know, still getting used to being on the right side of the road." He smiled.
They pulled into the high school parking lot, finding a spot, instead of just pulling up to the front doors, like she had expected.
"You don't have to come with me. I can do it." Bella said to him.
"Yeah, but I wanted to say hi to some people, if it's okay with you."
Bella kept forgetting that he was young, he probably had friends still in high school. "Yeah, it's fine."
"Charlie!" She heard a voice call, as they got out of the car. A big man came up to the car, and put an arm around her uncle. "What's up man? Haven't heard from you in a while."
"I've been busy." he said, looking at Bella.
"Oooo, new girl huh?" The man said, looking over Bella.
"You could say that." Bella and Charlie both laughed. "But this is the girl, that if you make a move on her, I'll have to kick your ass."
"Don't like competition do you?"
"No. Not at all." Bella was still smiling. "Come on Bells." Charlie and Bella walked into the building still laughing. "Sorry about Emmet."
"Charlie!" A girl screamed from the end of the hall. "Charlie!" She yelled again, as she ran up and hugged him.
"Alice! How are you?" The girl in front of them was short, but seemed like she could do some damage.
"I'm okay, how are you? What are you doing here? Who is she? Why haven't I met her? Are you two dating? What's your first class?" She addressed Bella on the last one.
"Alice calm down, let her get in the building." Charlie said, leading Bella away towards the office.
"Okay, bye new girl, hope I see you soon." And with that she had run back down the hall, disappearing into a classroom.
After getting her schedule, and saying goodbye to Charlie, who promised to come eat lunch with her, she went off to find her first class. It was US history. She had already taken it in London, but they called it "The history of the United States," so she was sure she would be able to pass it.
She tried sneaking into class, not to make a scene, but she ran into a desk fell. Luckily, there were only a few people in the room, most of them didn't even notice. An old man, with white, balding hair came over to her.
"Can I help you?" He asked, after she had gotten to her feet.
"Yes, I'm Isabella, I'm new." She replied, sticking out her hand to shake his.
"Oh, yes, they told me you were coming. You have a wonderful accent. Reminds me of my days in the war."
"You were in the war?" Bella asked, looking around her as the other students began filing in.
"Yes, World War Two, stationed in England, never did any fighting though." His eyes glazed over, and her seemed to be in a trace, she used it as an excuse to find an empty seat in the back of the classroom. The bell rang, taking the teacher out of is trance. "Good morning," He said, as the last of the students took their seats. "We have a new student, Bella." He pointed right at her. "She is from England, please show her what a wonderful and friendly country America can be."
That was it for the torture. The lesson began. She already knew everything, so she used the time to doodle in her sketchpad.
"Is that Charlie?" The boy next to her said, leaning over her shoulder.
She turned to look at him, he was gorgeous. "Yes."
"I thought you just moved here. How do you know him?"
"I live with him." Bella replied, closing her sketchbook.
"Oh." He looked a little saddened by this news. "I'm Edward."
"Bella." She stuck out he hand to shake his, and was slightly offended when he didn't take it.
"I don't shake." He whispered, as the teacher looked in their direction.
They didn't talk for the rest of the class, but Bella secretly hoped for another chance to see him.
As she walked into her next class, science, she was surprised to see him already sitting in his seat, when he saw her, he tilted his head to his right, signaling for her to sit next to him.
"This is the only open seat in the class." he explained, as the bell rang loudly/
The teacher seemed flustered as she came in. "Good morning class!" She practically sang to them. "Oh, Hello dear, you must be Isabella." Then she proceeded to teach the days lesson. To Bella's excitement, lunch was right after science.
"Bells." She heard Charlie calling to her from the cafeteria entrance. He hugged her, "How's it going?"
"Okay so far." What she really meant was that nothing too embarrassing had happened...yet.
As they made their way to an empty table, everyone seemed to know Charlie. Many of them nodded in his direction, or called out his name.
"You seem to be very popular around here." She noted, as the sat down.
"Well Bella, I only graduated here two years ago, and I have thrown some spectacular parties over the years."
"I was always told you were wild during high school." She said, taking out her sandwich.
"Yeah, I still am, but now my parents don't know." He winked at her, as the boy from earlier, Emmet sat down beside them.
"Hey Bella." he said.
"Hey man, I told you. You make a move on her, I kick your ass." Charlie reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. So what's this I hear about you living together? Isn't that like illegal?"
Charlie burst out laughing. "Emmet, meet my niece Bella."
"No way, your niece, you aren't that old." He didn't seem to get it.
"Charlie is my uncle." Bella said.
"Wow, so you aren't dating?"
"No." Bella and Charlie said at the same time.
"Cool," Emmet said, "So if I did want to, you know ask her out, you'd be cool with it, right?
A girl with long blond hair had walked up behind him, "He might be, but I would not." She smacked him on the back of his head and walked away.
"Rose, my girlfriend." He explained as he got up to run after her.
They sat there talking about Bella's classes, and teachers. She constantly felt like someone was watching her, but couldn't figure out who.
As they got up to throw away her garbage, she noticed Eward Cullen sitting in the corner, looking at her. As soon as she looked at him, he got up and walked away.
A/N: So...What do you think? Any suggestions, ideas?