Chapter 1. First Sight- Part One.

It was sunny, which I was thankful for; because pretty soon, I'll be spending my days in the pouring rain. See, I'm shipping myself off to my dads, to spare my mom the heartbreak. She hated it when she had to stay with me, when Phil was off, traveling with his team, playing baseball. So, I'm going to go spend some quality time with my dad.

Thing is, my sister won't be too happy I'm going to live with them. You see, when our parents divorced, my sister stayed with our father, and I went with our mom. We're twins, not identical twins though; we were five when the divorce went through. I used to be close to her. But, I'm not sure if we will be again.

We both, can do things; that no one else can. Our...Abilities, work together. Though, I must admit that Midnight's ability, is way better. Isabella and Midnight Swan. I was born before midnight like ten to, and my sister, was born just before midnight struck. That explains her name.

Back to our abilities. Midnight, can see who a person really is, their souls, I suppose. She can catch an idea of their train of thought. I, on the other hand, can tell who a persons soul mate is. The one they are supposed to be with, forever. Its sweet really, its how I set up my best friends, Jamie and Olivia. It only took a few days. But, it happened. Then they began to ignore me. Rude.

I was in my bedroom, as small as it is, I love it. I was just finishing off my packing; all my other bags were downstairs, or in the car, waiting for me. I picked up my final bag, that held what little winter clothes I owned, and placed it by my door. I got my favorite book, Wuthering Heights, and a small cactus, as a reminder of my home.
I picked up my Ipod and plugged myself in to the music that can keep me from getting too nervous. I kept one earphone out, so I could still converse with mom and Phil, I'd rather not call him my dad, because he isn't.

I had my book under my arm, and my small cactus in one hand, and carried my bag with my other hand. I walked down the stairs and put my bag in the car, with my book. I picked up a jacket, and tossed it into the car. Its going to get cold.

I helped Phil and my mom to move everything around in the car, to leave space so we could actually sit when we're driving. I only have like, four bags; they aren't even that big. They just hold everything I'm going to want when I'm in Forks.

My mom and Phil went back inside for lunch, I stayed outside; soaking up the sun one last time.

An hour later, we were ready to leave for the airport, to start my new life; living in the cold and wet.

I'm going to miss the sun. The heat, my friends and family. I'll miss everything that I'm leaving behind.

I hope that I can fit in over there. Maybe if I looked like someone from Phoenix should, then I'd fit in perfectly. I should be tan, sporty, blond- play some kind of sport or something-all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

But no. Instead I was ivory-skinned, I didn't have crazy red hair, or scary blue eyes. I had always been slender, but soft; clearly not an athlete; I lacked in hand-eye coordination.

So, here I was, in all my paleness, and weird chocolate brown eyes, and brown hair, sat in the back of my mom's car, speeding away from my home.

"Bella," my mom said to me, as she pulled up to the airport. "You don't have to do this." She tried to get me to stay, but I had been lying to her; I should be a pro by now.

"I want to go. I want to spend time with Cha-dad." I said, I have to get used to calling the poor man my dad.

"Alright. Call me whenever you can, and email me everyday. I'm going to miss you Bella. Tell Charlie I said hi." Mom and I hugged quickly, I even gave Phil a small hug, before I boarded the plane. I waved to them, and began my four hour flight to Seattle. Not so bad. Then another hour to Port Angeles. The down side, I have then got another hour drive to my fathers house, he's meeting me in Port Angeles. So its going to be me and him, in a car for an hour. Unless Midnight comes too. I hope so, I've missed my little sister.

I looked out the window, and my mom's car was gone. So was she and Phil. I'm on my own for now.

Flying doesn't bother me, its just that car ride, that I'm a little worried about.
I was surprised, Charlie had been fairly nice about the whole situation. He was glad that I was coming to live with him. He'd already registered me at Forks high; he was that excited.

For the entire flight, I slept; listening to slow songs that made you want to sleep. It was relaxing, and saved me the embarrassment of blushing while I was sat next to a really hot guy. But I could tell that his mind was somewhere far away. I suppose, that I can kind of tell where a persons heart may be.
Whereas Midnight can tell where a persons mind is at. That's the difference. I do heart, she does head.

When I finally landed in Port Angeles, I got all of my bags, and waited outside in the rain. Good thing I brought my jacket. I pulled the hood up over my head, so my hair didn't get completely soaked in this horrible wet, cold weather.

I watched as Charlie's cruiser pulled up in front of me. And my dad got out wearing a Parker; he pulled my into an awkward one armed hug, then put all my bags in the trunk of his car. We quickly got out of the pouring rain.

"Oh, its great to see you Bells, we've missed you." Charlie said as he shook his hair out.

"Mom says hi." I said.

I hadn't noticed the dark figure sitting in the back seat, behind me.
She was wearing black boots, black jeans and a black jumper. She was pale. Like me. Her make-up was all black. Black mascara, black eye-liner. Yet, she didn't look dangerous.

She looked up from her book, and noticed me staring at her.

"Bella." Was all she said.

"Midnight? Wow, you have changed so much." I said in wonder.

"Is there a problem with that?" Midnight asked, rudely I might add.

"Did I say there was a problem? No, I didn't." I answered her.

"Oh girls, please. Its been all of five minutes and you are already bickering." Dad said to us, to just shut us up.

Looks like we won't be close; not like last time.

"You know Bellsy, I like your guts." Midnight said to me, when we were ten minutes away from my dads house. He lives, basically next to a forest. Its a three bedroom house, my mom was against the idea of me and Midnight sharing a room. I'm not sure why, but it was good for us.

When we got back to my dads house, I saw two cars parked in front of the house. I liked how the house was half hidden behind a lot of trees. The neighbors couldn't see anything that goes on around the house.

Both cars sat in front of the house, were Ford Focus'. One black, the other was white.

"I got you both cars. Gifts." Dad said with a huge grin on his face.

"Called it, I want the black one." Midnight's voice was all I heard, as she got out the car so quickly, I didn't even see the movement. Excited much?

"Take it I get the white one." I said to myself. Dad laughed to himself.

"Welcome home Bells." My dad said to me, I smiled to him and got out of the cruiser; closing Midnight's door as she didn't in her hurry to check out her new car.

I looked to my dad, as he walked up to the trunk getting my bags, and I noticed the white string around his heart. He had found someone? I'll let him tell us when he is ready to.
Dad pulled out two sets of keys. They both had key rings; one black and the other had white. Probably so we didn't forget which key was for which car. Dad held up the black one.

"Watch this." Dad said to me, and he tossed the keys at Midnight. And she had her back to us; yet she caught the keys. The movement was just amazing. She stretched her arm out, and with one flick of her wrist, she had the keys in her hand and on her way to opening the driver side door.

"Wow." Was all I said in response. It was just crazy, amazing reflexes.

"Hey dad." Midnight called out to him, he had just reached the front porch.

"Yeah?" He called back.

"How did these cars get here? They weren't here when we left." Midnight asked. I was kinda curious now as well.

"Oh, well you remember Billy and Jake? They got them here." Those names rang a bell.

"You mean Jacob and Billy Black? From La Push?" I asked them.

"Yeah, good to see you remember them Bells." Dad said before walking inside.
I ran inside after him, glad that my balance had improved since last summer. It was beginning to rain even harder now. And Midnight decided to go for a small drive. So we left her to it. She didn't look like me very much. I mean, we looked similar of course, but she was just different. Her eyes were darker than mine, and so was her hair color. We were the kind of twins, that you could see the difference, but also the similarities.
I helped my dad bring all my bags up to my room. Mine was opposite Midnight's.

I looked around my room, it hadn't changed too much. Dad had just brought me a bigger bed. And there was a mood lamp on my work desk, that I put my laptop case on. I opened up the laptop case, and set my laptop up.
Charlie brought in the last of my things, and set them down on the floor. He put my little cactus on my bed, along with Wuthering Heights.

"So, I'll just let you get settled." Charlie said.
The best part about Charlie, is that he doesn't hover. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased.
I closed my bedroom door, and started unpacking. I put all my books onto a shelf. I put my clothes in the old pine dresser, next to my window.
I looked out the window, and was greeted with rain. It hit against the closed window, like it was angry at me for hating this place. I hit my head softly on the wall. Then I pulled out my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the bathroom. That was the only bad point about this house, only one bathroom. I shut the door and cleaned myself up after my travels.
I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my knotted hair. I looked, unhealthy. It could have been the light, making me look even more pale then normal.

OK, facing my pallid reflection, I was forced to admit that I was lying to myself. It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in. I couldn't even find a niche in a school with ten times the people at Forks high alone, so what were my chanced here? Zero.
I don't relate well to people my own age. Even my mom never really understood my all the time. I was closer to my mom than to anyone else on the planet. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.
But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.

That night I got very little sleep, even after I was done crying. I heard Midnight tap on my door a few times, to see if I was alright, but she just guessed that I was homesick, and she went back to bed.
The constant sound of wind and rain hitting my window kept me awake as well. I pulled my faded quilt and a pillow or two over my head, but it did little to help. Yet, I didn't fall asleep until after midnight, when the rain had calmed down and become a soft drizzle, allowing me the chance to actually sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I couldn't see out my window. Thick fog was all there was outside. It was creepy, I could feel the claustrophobia creeping up on me.

I distracted myself by getting ready for a new day in this caged town.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. Midnight explained to me that she already had something, while I was getting ready, so I let her go. She waited for me to finish up what I was doing.
Charlie said good luck to me, on my first day, then headed out to his cruiser to get to work. That was the early start you have for being the Chief of Police. Chief Swan. Has a ring to it.
Yet, I thanked him for wishing me luck; saying in my head that it was wasted. Luck tended to avoid me at all costs.

I sat in one of the unmatching chairs in Charlies kitchen, I looked around me. The cupboards were all a duller shade of the color my mom had painted them all those years ago. She painted them yellow, trying to bring some life into the house. She took it all with her, by the looks of it.

On the fireplace in the joining family room, was some of my school pictures, and one of Midnight's. There was also a picture of mom and dad in Vegas just after they got married. These pictures brought back so many memories. I looked at the clock, and got up. I walked outside to be greeted with fog, and Midnight.

"What took you so long. Come on, don't want you to be late on your first day." Midnight said to me. She seemed nicer today, her makeup was the usual, all black. She was wearing all black clothes too.
I got into my car, and waited for Midnight to pull out first, I had to follow her to school; seeing as I didn't know where it was.

Inside my car, it smelled really new. But I caught a woodsy scent, like whoever had driven it here spent a lot of time in the woods.

As I drove to school, I looked at the scenery. It was beautiful, I'd give it that, just too green.

When we reached the school, I parked near Midnight, but not too close. The school wasn't like most others. It looked like a collection of houses.
Where was the feel of institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?

I got out, and Midnight came up to me, linking her arm through mine, like we were the best of friends.

"So sis. I think we got off on the wrong foot, remember how close we used to be. Now look at us. Let's just start over. I can take you to the main reception, help you get settled and everything." Midnight said to me.

"OK." This had better not be a trick.

Midnight pulled me over to the first building you see, it had a sign outside, saying FRONT OFFICE. So I knew Midnight wasn't tricking me.
Inside the office it was brightly lit and warmer than what I had expected. It was small, had a few folding chairs, and a plant. These people love plants. The counter was filled with papers after papers. One of the desks behind the counter was occupied by a red-haired woman. She was wearing glasses, a purple shirt; which made me feel overdressed.

The woman looked up as soon as the door shut. "Can I help you two?" She asked us. She sounded a bit rude to me.

"Yeah. This is my sister. Bella Swan." Midnight said, and I waved to the red-haired woman. She lost her train of thought, and panicked for a second.

"Oh my, of course." The woman said. She began digging through the paper work until she found what she was looking for.

"Here is your timetable, and a map of our school. But I'm sure your sister will help you out." The woman said with enthusiasm. The woman then helped me get used to the timetable, highlighting on the map the best routes to get there. She then gave me a slip that I must hand to each of my teachers to sign, and to bring it back at the end of each day.

The woman smiled at me, wished me luck, like Charlie had. I smiled back as convincingly as I could. Then Midnight pulled me back outside.
I noted that most of the cars were old. Nothing was really flashing. The nicest car here was probably a shiny Volvo,and it stood out.

I looked down at my map, my arm still linked with Midnight's, and tried to memorize it. I kept trying to tell myself that no one was staring at me, I was lying to myself. I tried to convince myself by saying that no one was going to bite me.
I was glad to see that my clothes didn't stand out, that I fit in quite nicely here. Hardly anyone had tanned skin, most were pale, not as pale as me. Except a few people, who were very pale.
My sister directed me to a building with the number "3" painted in black. My breathing increased in pace as I walked towards the door.
The classroom was small. The people that were in front of me stopped to hang their coats up, I copied them. They were both girls, one porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. Thank goodness I wouldn't standout. Midnight smiled at me and took her seat at the back of the class, while I walked up to the teacher, who was a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name-not an encouraging response-and of course I flushed tomato red. But at least he sent me to an empty seat at the back of the room, without introducing me to the class.
It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me, while I sat at the back. Somehow, they managed to though. I just kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting...and boring. I hope my mom could send me my old essays. She might think it was cheating though. I went through possible outcomes of the argument we might have over this situation while the teacher droned on.
When the bell rang a boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked uncomfortably over helpful.

"It's Bella, actually. Now get going Eric." My sister interrupted. She laughed at him and he laughed back.

"Bella. What's your next class?" Eric asked me, ignoring my sisters request.

I had to check my timetable for that one. "Let's see. Government, with Jefferson, in building six."

There was nowhere for me to look without meeting curious eyes. My sister rolled her eyes, linked our arms, and walked with me and Eric to building six.

"So, this is a lot different from Phoenix, right?" Eric asked.

"You sound hopeful about that. It's very different though. Nicer, somehow." I said, trying to see something. Eric blushed a little at that, I smiled. My sister giggled.

"It doesn't rain that much over there, does it sis?" Midnight asked.

"No, like three or four times a year, on average." I answered.

"Wow, what's that like?" Eric asked.

"Sunny." I answered simply.

"You don't look very tan. I can understand why Midnight isn't but not you." Eric said.

"Oh, thanks Eric." Midnight said sarcastically.

"You're the one that hangs out with the Cullens." I laughed at Eric. I don't know who they were but OK.

"My mother is part albino." I explained to Eric.

He studied me apprehensively, and I sighed. So, clouds and humor don't mix over here.
Midnight got it though.

"Eric, its a joke." She had to explain.

"Oh." Understanding crossed over his face.
Eric said he'd see me later, as he headed over to building four.

"So, dad made sure that we have the exact same classes. That's why I know where you're going. If you were wondering." Midnight said to me.

We walked inside our next class.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one to make me stand in front of the whole class and introduce myself. And Midnight, being the crazy little sister, cheered for me. Crazy. I stammered, blushed and managed to trip over my own boots, on the way to my seat. I blame the shoelaces.

After two classes I began to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than others, and would introduce themselves. There was one girl who sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, she walked with me and Midnight to the cafeteria for lunch. The girl was tiny, several inches shorter than me, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the height difference. I felt bad, because I couldn't remember her name. She talked so much!
She guided me to a table in the middle of the cafeteria, and we sat on the end. My sister disappeared somewhere. I looked around for her.

"She'll be back." The girl said to me. But she didn't explain what she meant. The table filled up quickly, all with the girls friends. They all seemed very impressed with her bravery of talking to me. Then the boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the cafeteria.

And it was then, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.