Honestly, I don't know where this will end up, I just wanted to write a Bella/Emmett fic

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Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight. All I own is my imagination. The rest is Stephenie Meyer's.

Chapter One.

Bella's POV

6am. I didn't even know that time existed. Until today. It was my last day in Phoenix, and today, my mother and Phil were taking me to the airport. I honestly didn't know why I had said I would do this. I was leaving warm, sunny Phoenix for Forks. A tiny town, where it rained nearly all of the time. But I was going to do it, I was going to move to Forks and spend some time living with my Dad.

I woke up on the plane, when the pilot told us we would be landing soon. We were going to be landing in Seattle, where Charlie would meet me to take me to Forks. It wouldn't be long, and I would be looking at those same four walls again, where I spent so many of my summers as a child, before Charlie finally agreed to spend them in Phoenix instead.

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That night, I was sat in my old room, looking around. I'd already unpacked, it didn't take me long, I didn't bring much with me, I knew I didn't have any reason to bring any cool, loose clothing with me. All I had now was jeans, shirts and sweats, with one single pair of shorts in my drawer, in case a miracle happened and there was a warm day.

I knew I had to get my bag packed for school. Charlie had already enrolled me at Forks high, and I had to start in the morning. I really wasn't looking forward to it, I knew it would be difficult, starting school is a hard experience for anybody, but I knew I would do something to make it worse. Knowing my luck, I'll fall out of my truck.

Once my bag was packed, I decided to go straight to bed. There was no point staying awake, there was so little to do around here.

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Monday morning, my first day at Forks high school. I quickly got dressed, there's no point wearing anything 'pretty', I'll only end up falling over anyway I thought, so I simply threw on some jeans and a purple shirt. I grabbed my bag and put on my Chuck's, not bothering to stop for breakfast. I walked outside into the light rain, and got into my truck.

I quickly drove to school, and parked up. There were plenty of spaces, I'd gotten there deliberately early, so I could get into my class before everybody else turns up. At least if I had fallen out of my truck, nobody would have seen me.

I went into the warm office to collect my schedule and school map. I had English first. That's not so bad, I'm not too bad at English. It is my first language, after all. So I headed off to find the class. After giving my teacher, Mr Mason, my name, he showed me to a seat. The lesson passed by pretty quickly, which I was rather glad of.

"Hey! You're Isabella Swan, right?" a tall boy said, walking up to me smiling.

"Bella." I corrected him, I never let anybody use my full name, ever.

"Hey, Bella, I'm Eric Yorkie. What's your next lesson?" He asked. He seemed pretty keen, damn, I thought, I was trying to stay out of the way here, invisible, if that were possible. I don't think it is, actually, being the daughter of the chief of police, and being new around here, it was hard to avoid the looks I got as I walked around school.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and it was soon time for lunch. I'd managed to make a friend in my Trig and Spanish classes. Jessica, I think her name is. Anyway, she asked me to sit with her and her friends at lunch. Eric was there too, so at least I knew more than just one person. That was when I saw him.

Five students walked through the door just after I'd sat down with Jessica, and I couldn't help staring. First was a short girl with short hair, sticking out at odd angles, leading in a tall boy with wild curls. Behind them was a tall boy with bronzed hair, walking in with a beautiful girl with long blonde hair hanging way past her shoulders. Then he walked in.

He was tall and built, with short dark hair. He looked over at the table I was sitting in, making eye contact with me and smiling. That smile, was the most gorgeous smile ever, with adorable dimples. It was then that I realised I was staring, my mouth hanging open. I must have looked daft. I blushed and hung my head down, before looking up slightly to Jessica.

"Who are they?" I asked, nodding slightly towards the table where they had sat down.

"Them? They're Dr and Mrs Cullen's foster children. They're all together, like, together. The short dark haired one, that's Alice, and she's with Jasper, the blonde one that looks like he's in pain." She responded, before pointing to the next two, "The girl with the blonde hair, that's Rosalie. She's with Edward, the one with the bronzed hair. And him, he's Emmett. Gorgeous, obviously. But I wouldn't waste your time, he doesn't like any of the girls here, none of them are good enough for him." She says, with a disappointed look on her face. I tried to hold back a laugh, guessing he must have turned her down in the past. It was then that I looked back over at their table, and at Emmett. He had a small smile on his face, his golden eyes sparkling, like he knew what we were talking about, like hear could hear us.

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This is my first Twilight fic, so let me know what you think :)