The bell rung its tedious bell and we all followed each other like sheep into the main building. I was shoved and jostled to the side of the crowd. Yeah, my first day was looking bad already and it wasn't even first period yet.

Everyone was dripping wet from the latest downpour, and I was slightly drier as I waited in my car for the bell to go.

I needed to keep my hair straight and my face free of running makeup as I ran into the building. I was finally in the school for the next six hours.

Someone was running the opposite way, and obviously didn't see me. This was a bad day I picked not to wear heels. He ran right into me, knocking me backwards on to the floor and then hitting my head off the ground. I looked up, and everyone turned around to stare at my blushing face.

The boy on top of me picked himself up quickly, and held out his hand to mine, to help me up.

"Sorry." He whispered. He couldn't look me in the eye: I was ready for burning him for this embarrassment.

I grabbed his hand and he tried his best to pull me back up, but he slipped again and fell to my side.

Practically everyone in the whole hall was staring and holding back the laughter. There were some who couldn't even try to hold it in, and I stood up by myself, wiped my jeans down and began to walk through the crowd that were now all looking at me as if I'd punched someone in the chest and ran away. No, I didn't and I was not about to be named the biggest klutz in the school within the first five minutes at my new school.

I moved right in between everyone, and some people were shocked that I just ran away.

I went to the school office first to get my timetable and the school map. I honestly had no idea how to get anywhere. A headache was beginning to build up inside of me from cracking my head on the hard, tiled floor.

Anyone that laughed as I passed, I threw a dagger at, and they immediately stopped.

As if God was bored, he gave me P.E second today, but that wasn't all, I had games fifth!

English was first and it was ok. English was my strongest subject, and I had read everything on the list before I came here.

I was told to write an account of what I thought of Forks so far, and how the weather had changed so much from being in Phoenix and being in the wettest continent in the US.

I got given the sheet of lined paper to write on, and only thought of what to write for the title.

'The Change for the better or the worse.' Was the title I was going to use. It wasn't very bright, but I didn't care. I was too humiliated from all those eyes staring at me in that classroom. I was sitting at the back of the class, and still, people managed to make it look effortless to create a good viewing of me. It was quite good that today for me was a good hair and face day, because I would have covered my face up with a book or something otherwise.

The bell went and I nearly cried. I didn't want to have to endure the embarrassment of wearing those icky shorts and that shirt, playing something that involved moving my feet.

I walked very slowly towards the changing rooms.

I got changed very quickly so no one could have a chance to look at my seriously white body. I'm sure no one wanted to be blinded by the flash of my skin in their eyes. I was an Arizona girl, and look at me. I looked crazily pale, with seriously dark hair and brown eyes.

I sat and waited for the teacher to come and tell us to go to the hall, but eventually I just followed everyone into the hall.

The hall had girls all of my age, and boys about my age too. When I came in, everyone looked at me,

I heard some people mispronouncing my name to each other.

A blonde girl, who was obviously seen as to be the popular tart, came out to me. At my old school, I called people like her 'pop tarts'.

"Hi, I'm Hannah, is it Isabella?" She asked, trying to be as sweet as apple pie.

"No, its just Bella." I answered back. I wasn't going to be mean to her seeing as how she was the first person to talk to me.

"Oh right." She smiled horribly, and tilted her head to the side.

"Yeah," I smiled back and tilted my head to the other side imitating her. Some people in the crowd, staring at us, laughed at her reaction to what I said.

She looked at all the laughing people and turned her back, walking away with a stupid looking never-going-to-be-on-the-catwalk strut.

I threw a dagger towards her secretively, and everyone saw.

"Oooooooooh!" Multiple people shouted as if I just slapped her across the face. She turned around very slowly, and looked me in the eye before advancing in my direction.

"You better watch out for me 'Bella'," She said my name as if she was a robot and she was totally choking back what seemed a stupid sounding laugh.

"Is that a threat?" I said very strongly.

"If you want it to be." She answered. I stifled a laugh at what she just said.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked me.

"Nothing, it just sounded like you loved me." I answered back chortling.

Several people in the crowd, staring at us, laughed at what I just said.

"Well, you better hope you're not in my team." She claimed.

"Don't worry, I'm crossing my fingers." I said back.

She turned away, carefully flicking her peroxide blonde hair into my eyes. What a complete arsehole!

I shook my head and turned away to see two guys standing behind me.

I looked at them and smiled.

"Hi Bella." The one on the left said. He had very blue eyes, and honey blonde hair, with a rounded baby face. His hair was all messy, but it looked so soft that I wanted to run my hands through it.

"Hi" I said back, waving my hand towards him and his friend.

"I'm Mike, and this is Eric." He answered me.

"How are you?" I asked them both, chewing on the side of my cheek.

"Yeah, I'm good." Mike answered.

"I'm fine thanks." Eric said.

The whistle blew, and ended that awkward scene quickly. I sat down, and two girls told me to come and sit with them, so I did so accordingly, and they introduced themselves.

"Hi Bella, I'm Jessica!" She was seriously hyper.

"And I'm Angela." She was a lot quieter.

"Hi guys, how you doing?" I asked them confidently.

"Good thanks Bella." Jessica answered.

Angela stayed quiet because the teacher was now talking.

"Now girls, we have a new student with us today, and she is called Isabella, please make her feel welcome, and don't leave her till last to pick for teams." She was a small, woman, and she was in her late 40's I was guessing. Mr Brown.

"It's Bella actually." A voice came from the group of students sitting on the ground. It was strange because it wasn't my voice that said it. It was the pop tart. She was sitting with a group of guys and a couple of girls. Sounding totally cliché, but it was so true before my eyes. The two girls giggled and the guys all turned to look at me. I kept my eyes down to a maximum low. Angela tittered about my reaction.

"Ok Barbie thanks for the heads up." She said sarcastically, and what was hilarious was that she huffed a little bit, but thought she was being serious about her thanking her.

"No problem Mrs Brown" She smiled and squinted her eyes.

"Ok, now guys, I think we should play a game all together. What are your ideas?" She asked us all.

"Dodge ball." Someone shouted out. I cringed at the very thought of it.

"Do you want to play dodge ball then?" Mrs Brown asked everyone. She looked at me and she saw the panic in my eyes. "Bella? Does dodge ball suit you?" She asked me, laughing.

"Definitely not." I smiled, looking down.

"Why don't we take the idea from Bella?" She asked the class.

I cringed into behind Jessica.

"No, I don't mind what we play, just not dodge ball." I told her.

"Ok, how about volleyball then." She declared. "Nah, I don't care what the rest of you think about it, we are playing it." She claimed.

I never really played volleyball before, so I was hoping that perhaps this was a game for the uncoordinated.

Jessica and Hannah (the pop tart) were the captains of the girls and Mike and a guy called Jasper, who looked like he had been hit in the balls by a hockey puck, were the captains of the boys.

"Angela." Jessica said. She looked at me, and mouthed 'you're next'. Thank god Hannah wouldn't pick me.

"Polly." Hannah said. It looked so much like a drama group when Polly ran up to Hannah and kissed her on the cheek.

"Bella." Jessica smiled when she said my name. I was beginning to like her.

"Eric." Mike ordered.

"Callum." Jasper said.

The teams were all full, and we were about to play against each other until the fire alarm went.

"Everybody remain calm, exit through the fire door over there. Jessica and Angela, make sure you don't lose Bella." Mrs Brown ordered.

Jessica took my hand and led me out of the hall. Angela was following shortly after.

It was yet again raining outside, and in our shorts and t-shirts, we had to stand outside in it.

I very hesitantly got pushed out into the thick sheet of rain and began to shiver. Angela was standing with Eric, and I could very easily see that those two made a great couple. I saw the chemistry between them and they weren't even speaking to each other.

Jessica cuddled my arm, looking extremely cold. I was guessing that my hair was going to have to go curly.

"Are you not freezing Bella? You came from a seriously hot place before." She asked me.

"Yeah, but I'm trying to think of hot things." I answered.

She looked around and caught eyes with a tall, gorgeous guy around our age, or maybe even in the year above.

"How is that for hot?" She asked me, checking him out.

I couldn't answer when he looked at me in the eyes. I nearly couldn't close my mouth after gasping when he looked. He locked his eyes with mine, staring at me like a snake about to strike at a mouse. His hair was short and black, and his eyes were amber. His body… ooooh, his body!

"Who is that?"

"Oh, that is Emmett Cullen." She declared, sounding very flirtatious.

"Oh," I announced.

"See that one over there?" She pointed out the other boy as beautiful as the first.

"Yeah?"

"That's Edward Cullen. The one that looked in pain? That was Jasper Cullen." She told me.

"So, they are all related then?" I asked her. It was inevitable that they didn't look anything like each other, but I was simply wondering.

"No, they're all just foster kids. There are girls too you know." She said, trying to scout out them.

"Where?" I asked to show interest.

She pointed out a tiny pixie like girl, with short, spiky hair and a neck choker on. "She is Alice. She's really weird, and she only talks to who she likes." She explained.

"Oh. And where are the others?" I asked.

"There is only one other. That's Rosalie. The goddess of beauty. She kind of scares me with how pretty she is." She sniggered, pointing her out. I couldn't close my mouth, as I was so shocked.

"Hmm." I laughed under my breath to seem indifferent.

"I'm starving!" Jessica complained, holding onto her stomach.

I never noticed before but I was pretty hungry too. It was only second period though.

When the firemen left and went back to their station, as if God was trying to make it up to me, the bell went and we didn't have to play it second today!

"Thank you Lord!" I whispered.

On the way back in, I was walking forward, but I kept my eyes on Jessica behind me, who was planning something about going to a place called Port Angeles for prom dresses, when I made a mistake of a lifetime, by walking into 'The Goddess of beauty', as Jessica like to call her. She threw herself around instantly to see who just walked into her, and who was about to regret the very day she was born. The look of her eyes staring into me was the most threateningly scary thing I ever saw before in my life, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her flawless face.

Suddenly all of the people that Jessica just pointed out to me were surrounding us. Emmett was holding her arm back, but it didn't stop her from threatening me.

"Come on Rosalie." Emmett urged.

"Yeah Rosalie we have break now, lets go to the bathroom." The small pixie-like girl took her hand and pulled her away, but Rosalie continued to stare at me until she Alice pulled her through her the door.

I think it was Edward that now walked past me, looking horrified when he looked at me. He walked so nicely into the hall again.

I was finally released from Rosalie's eyes and it was so relieving. What was her problem?

"Wow. I haven't seen anyone look that scary before!" Jessica revealed.

"I know, what the hell was that all about?" I asked her.

"I don't know, did you pull her hair or something? But did you see the way Edward looked at you?" She smiled.

"No." I answered, but I really did, and it wasn't pretty.

"He was totally checking you out Bella!" She said as if it was obvious.