I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to Stephanie Meyer.
B. pov
I have heard people say that the idea of having nobody ever notice them would be torture, not for me I know better. That it is better to never be noticed than to be known and tortured for it. I was never popular, the very idea of doing a sport is unthinkable to me with my clumsiness I would end up hospitalized in under a week. So I understood perfectly what it was to be invisible with brown hair and brown eyes that made me just look plain. As I grew up I had slowly withdrawn into myself trying to stop the inevitable stares and whispers that come with being the school freak. I try not to care too much because if I do it hurts, the kind of hurt that just builds up, I call it the death of a thousand cuts while each individual cut doesn't hurt that much a lot of them has the same ache as a bad bruise it just doesn't leave visible scars.
It was the first day of school and I still needed to pick up my schedule so I had to leave early to avoid the last minute requests that Mrs. Cope gets to change schedules. My old Chevy truck roared to life on the second try which was better than usual. The drive to school was nothing new which gave me the chance to wonder if this year as the invisible girl would be better than last year or at least different.
When I asked Mrs. Cope for my schedule she handed it over saying, "Bella do you think that you could escort a new student around on their first day." I had nothing better to do so I agreed. She walked into the waiting room and said in a kindly voice, "I would like to introduce you to Bella Swan she will be your guide for today." as she rounded the corner I saw the short girl I was apparently showing around to day she had black hair cut into a pixie cut I think, and skin paler than mine which really was a feat that I had for years thought impossible. She waltzed right up to me stuck out her hand and said, "Hi I'm Alice Cullen and I think that we shall be great friends."