I know you've all been waiting for my to upload this, and so here it is at last! It took me a long time to write this first chapter... it being new and all. This story is going to be in Jasper's POV as well as the new girl's. Enjoy!

The two hour drive from the small town to the outskirts of the city seemed shorter than it was. I watched the cars and trees and fields go past. The sun was hot that day, making the warm skin on the back of my legs stick to the leather back seat. The air conditioning wasn't enough, which was the norm for the start of summer. The interior of the car contrasted with the brightness of outside with the solid blue of the sky and bright green of the grass. The road in which we were travelling on only ruined it when I looked forward. Out the side window, it was almost peaceful. The speed of it flashing past made me wish we could slow, which was very out of character for me. I loved speeding in the car.

Paramore was blasting through the speakers under my window and in the front of the car. I lip synced to the lyrics, too afraid to sing in case I would be heard. I liked to sing, but I apparently wasn't good at all.

I wasn't this reluctant to come before. I had wanted to go. But I would miss my friends… very much. My dad would be even more alone now I was further away from him. I would miss seeing the sea from outside my bedroom window. And the seagulls eating the food in next door's garden. The smell of salt in the early morning when I would walk to the bus stop to get to school. And even though everything was for poor people (like us), I would still miss it.

This new place would be very different to the small town. It was big, fancy, and expensive. My mother saw it as a huge bonus – a free house right on the outskirts of the city! Her husband would be able to get to work cheaply, without all the complications. We would have more money coming in than going out.

And as for me… I would be going into sixth form.

I disliked my old school for making us the "accelerated year". They had been testing out something new on our year, meaning everything we did would be a year early. It was crazy. I had ten GCSEs, and I was fifteen. A fifteen year old sixth former?!

I was so worried about school after the summer. I would be the youngest in the year. Therefore, I would earn the title "nerd", "geek" and "boffin" on the first day. I was excited, nervous, but mostly nervous. I thought the stress of GCSE years had been bad enough. This would be truly nerve-wracking.

All too soon, the car pulled up into the driveway of my new home. The song was stopped abruptly. My mother, too excited to remember to take out the CD, jumped out the car. I pushed the seat forward, grumpily.

For a few moments, I stood in the driveway, taking in the house for the third time in my life. My mind had tampered with my memory, making me remember it wrongly. I remembered the wrong front lawn. And the front door was at the front of the house.

We carried the last of the bags inside as we had already moved most of the stuff in. I quickly raced up the stairs into my new room, examining every surface. I took in every detail of this room, which would be my own for now.

I set to work, unpacking my things and putting up posters. My calendar was on July, but it was still during school time. My mother had had to take me out of school early once I had done my exams. We got the house so soon, we had to move out right away or we would loose it.

I set up my computer pretty quickly. It was easy, I had done it so many times before. I hung up all my clothes in my wardrobe. There weren't many, but we would be able to afford more now. And then I slumped on my bed, trying to take in everything.

I plugged my iPod into my speakers and listened to some gentle music, trying to relax. Curling up on my bed, I faced away from the window. My mother came in through the door as the next song started.

"It's all nice in here now you've unpacked." she mused, smiling.

My mother walked over to the window and opened the curtains a little more so the tiniest bit more light could reach the room.

"Hmm." I couldn't think of what to say for the answer. I wasn't sure if I liked, or should like my new room yet.

"We're going to redecorate downstairs first," she continued, turning to face me. "And then upstairs."

"Kay." I sat up so I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, flicking the short strands of hair, curling into the front of my eyes, away.

"What do you want for lunch?"

I paused for a moment, not really hungry. "I think I'll go into town and have a look around."

"Oh… ok." I wasn't really the social kind of person, but I had to meet some people around, right? Otherwise I wouldn't know anyone when I went to school. Well, hopefully I would meet someone at school.

So even if I had intended to stay in that day, I had to go out for lunch now. "See you later!" I called out once I had got my bag, and my shoes were on.

"Bye!" my mother called out.

Things weren't that much different to the town when I was at home. The house was different, but my family was the same. Why wouldn't they be?

Once I was outside I decided to put my iPod on low. If I was going to be social, this was what I had to do. I was already acting out of character today. This was proof.

I walked down the road to the town we had visited when we had come the first time. It was too fancy. Branded shops I had never heard of filled the houses on either side of the road. Spidery lettering across one of the windows caught my eye and I noticed it was selling jewellery. As I looked in the window, stopping for a moment, I saw the high prices and looked away. The clothes shops, to my horror, were so highly priced; I feared I would have to go all the way into the city to find something I could wear from a known shop.

Since it was a Friday, the town wasn't very busy because it was still school time. There was the occasional person walking down the street, but that was it. Typical – the one time I want to be social, and there's no one around. 'Who's being anti-social now?' I thought bitterly.

I finally found a shop where the clothes weren't outrageously expensive and had a look around. The styles were very different to what I had been comfortable with. You could never go wrong with jeans and t-shirts, and since I had an awful fashion sense, I just wore that.

As I found something, I lifted it from one of the racks and looked at the long t-shirt up and down. Deciding it didn't stand out enough for me to want to wear it at all, I placed it back and wondered over to the summer section.

I spent some time looking at the dresses. I loved summer dresses, but they weren't really my thing. I wasn't intending to get any.

"This one goes with your hairstyle." said a female voice behind me.

I turned to see a pretty, short girl with short, black hair (much in the same style as mine). Her bright amber eyes immediately stood out. Her voice was like bells. She defiantly worked here, since she was wearing a name tag. 'Alice Cullen'.

I tilted my head slightly at the dress she was holding up. It was white, making her skin look deathly pale. Over the top of it was a short blue denim jacket. It was perfect.

"Just what I was looking for." My face lit up in excitement. "Thanks."

She handed me the dress, smiling in satisfaction. "I know some other similar styles if you want."

I glanced at the price tag, and saw it was quite cheep. I still had some more money to spend. "Sure." I nodded.

Alice took me round the store showing me kind of stuff available. It was mostly clothes, but there were some shoes and make-up too. I had never had this much fun shopping before. I hoped Alice went to the local school, she was really nice. She told me she owned the shop with her sister, Rosalie, and they were open everyday except Sundays. Too soon, I had run out of cash, so I bought the clothes and pair of shoes I had gathered, including the white dress.

I found a small café where I had some lunch. I sat by myself listening to my music, but I didn't mind. I got tired of socialising pretty quickly. Alice was more than enough for now.

When I began walking back home it was already three and the sun had gone in the sky, covered by a large grey cloud. Sighing, I quickened my pace, not wanting to get myself or my new clothes wet. The bags were only made of paper. Luckily, I made it into the house just as it started spitting.

"Hi." greeted my mother at the door.

"Hey." I smiled, going into the living room. She followed.

I started taking the clothes out of the bags, on the sofa. "I got some new clothes in town."

"Oh, cool." She grinned holding up the white dress. "Which shop?"

"Ali and Ro's." I recalled.

She retrieved the receipt out one of the bags. "Did you really get all this for fifty pounds? I thought it was fancy here."

"Me too." I agreed, folding back up some of the clothes. "But that shop isn't. Alice said she owns it with her sister there though."

"Home business…" My mother began examining the not-so-high red heels. "Alice?"

"I think that's what the Ali, in the name is. She helped me pick out the clothes – she's really nice."

She smiled warmly. "You're already making friends. See, it's not so bad here."

I shrugged. "Maybe."

If you're reading this, you made it! Congradulations! In case you're wondering why the girl had been refered to as "the new girl" so far, it's because I haven't thought up a name yet! If you have any ideas please review - names are so hard to come up with. It has to be perfect!

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