One

The sun was shining, but it could not break through the thick trees in which she ran through. She kept running, her long auburn hair billowing behind her in waves as she continued running. The freedom of this act alone made her feel so alive, there were no sounds around her yet, nothing but the occasional soft breeze causing a stir in the branches overhead. Suddenly she heard a snapping branch and froze. She looked down, no branch was under her foot, it couldn't have been her. It had to be something else, someone else, something not as careful as she had been.

She turned and ran back the way she had come, something inside her triggered this unsafe feeling. Pushing herself as fast as she could she stopped when she reached the edge of the trees where she had parked her car. There was an unfamiliar car parked next to hers. She looked at the silver car, confused, and then looked over hers. Her familiar, and lovely baby blue, Mini Cooper. Her most prized possession. She jumped into the car after finding nothing wrong, and sped off onto the roads, still wet from the rain that had only just stopped before the sun began to shine through.

These roads were still strange to her, and she slowed when she saw the cars ahead. The last thing she would need is to stand out. She continued on until she pulled up at the small house in which she lived, tucked away, and surrounded by woods. She walked in and sighed as she looked around the room. Bookshelves lined most of the walls filled with every book she had ever read, and some that she had yet wanted to read. A piano sat against one wall that did not have shelves, and on top of the piano sat stacks of music, most by her favorites such as Chopin, and then some written by herself. Against the piano sat a cello, the first instrument she had learned to play.

She sat at the piano bench, looking down at the ivory and black keys wondering if she would ever be able to finish the last part of the song that she had begun writing a month ago. She was too stubborn to change any of the rest of the song, it was perfect, but she couldn't seem to find the right part to come after this one section. She settled herself by playing "Prelude in E Minor" and cleared her mind. It would come to her eventually, and when it did she knew she will have made her perfect song, but until then...

Her small hands grazed over the keys and she stared down at them and sighed. Things could have been so different, everything could have been so different. Her like wouldn't be this way right now, if only she had been more careful. Everyday she saw herself in the mirror and couldn't stop the resentful look from clouding her eyes. The song came to an end and she placed her hands in her lap.

Tomorrow would be her first day in a new school, and she would be a senior. Granted it was halfway through senior year, and it was the worst time to make a transfer, but it had been necessary. She only wished that things were not that necessary. She sighed and decided to continue trying to figure out her song after all.

The school was small, as was expected in a town this size. Forks, Washington was hardly the place to go if you wanted to see a lot of people, or if you wanted a graduating class with hundreds of students. She walked to the office to get her paperwork, as was customary when transferring schools. They handed her a schedule of her classes, and a map of the school. She thanked the lady who smiled back at her cautiously.

"Good luck, Ms. Leon." The lady called after her.

She had pronounced her last name "lee-on", and it was wrong, but she wasn't about to correct her. She turned to the lady in the office, offering her a slight smile and a nod in thanks, and then walked out of the room. She looked at the map and shoved it in the back pocked of the skinny-leg jeans she was wearing. She wore a cashmere, off-the-shoulder black sweater, and black heeled boots that almost came up to her knees, fitting her calves perfectly. She left her long hair down, it hung halfway down her back in perfect waves.

Another day of school, she thought, but it couldn't possibly be so bad. She walked into her first class, English, and looked around the room. It was still fairly empty and she walked up to the teacher, they signed the slip for her, and she took a seat at the back of the room. Her notebook, and textbook sitting in front of her in a neat stack. She pulled the pen out of her pocket and waited for the class to begin, in the mean time contenting herself in staring out of the window at the clouds that were rolling in. Snow would be falling, she was sure of it. It had been an unusually warm day yesterday that it rained, and sun shone warming everything only a slight degree more, but today was back to the harsh cold air of January, ice on the roads from the rain still leftover the day before.

Students began filing into the room, staring at her as they came in. This wasn't something she ever really paid much notice to anymore, it happened quite often. She looked around and smiled at each face that was staring back at her. She sat patiently waiting for the teacher to begin lecturing the class on whatever mundane topic he would choose, and then she froze in her seat, still unlike anyone else in this room could be still, except for maybe the reason...

This couldn't be possible, she thought to herself. What were the odds... the chances that something like this would ever happen in THIS school...

No, nobody could have predicted this change of events, nobody could have prepared her for something like this to happen. She dared not even turn her head to look in the general direction which would bring her eye to eye with exactly what she had been trying to run away from since the first time. She listened intently, waiting silently, and making sure that her face showed absolutely no fear first, and then no emotion if she could stop it at all. Everyone would be staring at her, and she knew that showing any signs was against her own rules. She was only here to go about living her life, and not to have to deal with this again.

She looked down at her textbook and wondered whether she should leave, or if she should even stay. Who knew how dangerous the situation would be for her the instant she moved, or didn't move. No, she had to stay, people would be suspicious if she even tried to move. She decided to stay, but she still refused to look anywhere but directly down at her textbook and notebook.

"Mr. Cullen, would you and Bella like to have a seat and join our class, or would you rather be staring at our new student Sophia for the rest of the day... as seems to be what the rest of the class is doing."

"No, sir, we'll sit. Bella..." His smooth voice said.

She felt her body tense when she heard the seat next to her scraped against the floor, he wasn't making any efforts to hide that he was sitting next to her, and she knew he was staring at her, and she refused to move, afraid that even the slightest move might ruin everything for her. Sophia closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else that might take her away from the fact that right now she was in danger. Her secret would not be a secret with him here.