Please go easy on me. I dont mind helpful critasisam. Oh, and if the text changes to this (hello, my name is...) that means they are talking in Italian. ok? Hope you'll like it...;)

A new day, a new school. Anyone would think that sending someone to another school, after they have been expelled from ten others would be crazy. But no, not with Charlie, he seemed to think that i would some how straighten up. We both know that that will never happen. Ever since my mums disappearince two years ago, i've stopped trying at things like school; stopped careing about what people say about me. The police couldn't find her body, so that gave me hope that she was alive. But after two whole years of nothing, you kinda give up hope. The strang thing was that before she disapeared, a note was left laying in the middle of my bed. Saying:

Dear Bella,

No matter what happens, do not come looking for me, it'll be really bad for you. I've made up my mind and sadly that does not

inclued you. I still love you, but this is a new life that i wouldn't want you to be apart of.

Don't look for me.

Mum

New life. Two words that stood out on the page from the rest. Proof that she was alive, living. All i had to do was find out where? Untill then, i was stuck living with my father. Charlie. If i couldn't make it in this tiny town-Forks-then it was the end of the line for me. The rest of the family have given up on me.

Sighing, i stuffed the note in the back pocket of my black jeans. My bright green blouse stood out in comparrision to the jeans. My long dark brown hair was being difficult in this rainy weather, so all i could do was brush it and hope it wont frizz.

"Bella! Your going to be late," Charlie called from the frount door.

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on." It was only school. Running down the stairs and throwing my bag over my shoulder, i looked at the clock on the wall. Eight o'clock! "Are you kidding me?"

"What?"

"Nothing," i scoffed, not wanting to be a bitch...for once.

"Are you sure?" He sounded worried.

"Just leave it." I stomed out the frount door and into my truck. "People these days,, dont know how to mind there own buisness." Italian. Something i picked up over the years. Great for insulting people, unless they can speek fluent Italian.

Charlie jumped in his police car and drove off, out of sigh before i could think about whether to go to school or hang out here. School, i decided. If i dont like it, i'll come straight back. The turnoff was easy to find and the school was even easier. About five brick buildings rose up in frount of me, sourounded by endless forests. At lest i could hide out in the forest if i had enough.

After getting my timetable from a stubby looking redhead, i walked straight for the tree line.

"Um, excuse me?" a high pitched voice came from behind me.

Who the hell would be at school this early? Besides me. I was standing about ten steps into the tree line. Turning, i saw one of the most beautiful girls ever. Shourt, skiny and pale as a goast, with spiky black hair. Her disigner clothes gave her away as some rich snob, and i instantly had my gaurd up.

"What do you want?" I asked a little more harsly then normal, but this girl made me uneasy.

If she noticed my tone, she ignorred it. "I was just wondering why you were walking into the forest, is all."

"What are you stalking me?"

"No. I had to come to school early to finish a paper and i saw you walking in here through that classroom over there," she explained, pointing to one of the buildings.

"And now shes stalking me. Great," i mummered to myself, then swiched to english. She looked amussed at something. "Well, i'm going to go now."

She followed me out into the parking lot, then turned and walked over to a shiny silver volvo. Four other people huddled around it, all extreamly white, all beautiful. Even the three guys. By this point everyone had arived by now and the lot was full of crowds. A place i didn't want to be. Climbing into my truck, i put my head on my bag and spread out along the seat. I was asleep in minutes.

Tap. Tap.

"Arrggg." Rolling over and sitting up, i came face to face with a blondish haired boy. He had a football jursy on. If there was one thing i dont like, it was popular people who think they'er better then everyone else. Opening the door, i grabbed my bag and jumped out. "What?"

"I was walking by and saw you asleep in your truck."

"And? You decide to wake me up?"

"Well, i didn't know you were alseep. I though you passed out or something...," he explained, growing frustrated. Good.

"Well next time, leave me alone," i spat, turning to walk away. A hand shot out and grabbed my arm. Looking around, the parking lot was full. Must be lunch. Everyone within ear shot turned towards us, expecting a fight. And thats what i was going to give. Clinching my fist, i whipped around and hit him in the nose. He dropped my arm and i stepped back. "Don't ever touch me."

He swung a punch at me and hit me right on the left side of the face. After being in so many fights, it didn't really faze me. I hit back, landing a blow on his temple. Cheers rang up from all around as he fell to the ground. I turned around to face everyone, expecting him to stay down. When peoples eyes looked behind me, i knew he was getting back up. Spining around, i wasn't expecting him to be right behind me. He raised his fist and i closed my eyes, ready for the blow that would break my nose and end the fight. After counting to ten, my eyes opened to find someone standing in frount of me. Moving to the side to get a better look, a arm snaked out and stopped me.

"Say there," a velvet voice told me. A feeling of peace washed over me and i felt safe with this stranger. The blondish haired boy was laying on his back, his eyes closed. He looked peaceful.

Sudden realiseation hit me. "You knocked him out," i exclaimed. I have no problem with fighting, but one thing i do not like is when people get knocked out. Something about them laying their, still, unmoving. It was unatural. I pushed my way passed the bronze haired guy who was blocking my path, so i could check for a pulse. When i was sure he was fine, i faced the crowed of people stairing. "Why are you all still here? Get to class," i yelled, much to they'er surprise. After a moment, they melted away.

"Are you alright?" The bronze haired boy asked.

He was tall, pale and gorgious beyond belife. But i was in a bad mood, and dont care about what other people look like. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He looked confussed. "I was trying to help you."

"I dont need help. I know how to fight," i said, looking down. "And you didn't have to knock him out."

"Tecnicly, i didn't." Seeing the disbelife on my face, he continued. "He jumped up and ran into be, then he fell back and hit his head on the road."

"Well, thats alright. I guess. But i have to take him to the hospital."

"Why? He was the one trying to knock you out not two minutes ago." He was frowning in confusment. I felt the need to explain why to this insainly hot guy, but as always, my rebeliouse side came out in defence.

"Its none of your buisness. Now are you going to help me or not?" I raised my eye brows and put my hands on my hips.

"I'll take him," he said after a minute of silence. "You need to go to class and act like a normal school girl."

"School girl?" I scoffed.

All he did was laugh, pick up the blondish haired guy and walked over to his car. I was still standing in the rain when he drove off, unable to move. Did he just call me a school girl? I was no such thing. The second bell sent me running to building three where i was ment to be for biology. It was my forth class of the day, which ment that i had missed two classes and both lunches. Perfect. The less time i spent with people, the better. Thankfully no one talked to me, in both biology and gym. As soon as the bell rung, i was out the door and in my truck before anyone had gotting out of the building.

At home, Charlie left a note on the answering machine, saying that he was going to be late and not to wait up for him. Now what was i ment to do? Homework? No. Well i sure as hell didn't want to sit in an empty house till i felt tired enough to go to sleep. Putting my coat back on, i decided to go for a drive. Check out the town.

After realiseing that there was not much to do in the town of Forks, i drove out of town. On my way to Port Angeles, i noticed a thin strip of durt going through the green trees, bearly seeable. Shrugging, i turned onto it. Maybe it led to some place i could be alone. Yet after a mile or so, a house came into view. Shit. Backing up so i could get the hell off of someone elses property, it was met by honking. A silver volvo was behind me. Driving forward so i didn't crash into it, i could see that there was more then one car behind me. The house was three stories and looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Before i was out of my car, someone was knocking on my window. The bronze haired boy from school. Oh please dont tell me that this is his house. Stepping out of my truck, i could see that four other people were there. The spiky haired girl from this morning, a beautiful blond girl, a honey coloured guy and a big bulky black haired guy.

"Um, hi," i started.

"Bella. What are you doing here?" Asked the bronze haired guy. He seemed more mature then his age. And how the hell did he know my name?

"Well i was going for a drive and i wanted to see where this track led." No way was i going to be nervious around a bunch of high schoolers.

"And you never though once that it could lead to someones home?" This came from the blond girl. I instantly took a dislikeing to her.

"Who are you?"

"Rosalie. The person who lives here."

"Ok, then, Rosalie. I am sorry that i trasspassed on your property, but that is no need to be a bitch about it. If you want to press charges, im sure you can find out where i live," i challenged. Before i could jump back in my truck and get the hell out of here, the little spiky haired girl spoke up.

"Why dont you stay for dinner?"

"I cant. I have to get home before my dad finds out im gone."

"Who's your father?"

"Chief Swan." I watched as all of there faces become expressionless. "What?"

"Nothing," Bronze haired boy snapped, pushing me towards the truck. "You sould go."

Confussed, i hoped in and slammed the door, not likeing the way they were looking at me. Something was up, something to do with my dad. And i was going to get to the bottom of this.