BELLA POV

It had been sunny every day since I had moved to Forks, Washington to live with my father, Charlie. Of course I had only been here for three days. And It was still cold. But hey I'll take what I can get.

I had started school two days ago, and since then had made only two friends, Angela and her boyfriend Ben. I had made some other friends too, but Angela and Ben were the only ones that didn't have a crush on me, or were really interested in what I had to say, not that I said much.

"Bella are you still there?" Asked Angela. I had forgotten I was on the phone with her. "What? Oh yeah, I'm here, sorry." I said embarrassed. " I was lost in thought."

"It's alright, everyone does." Another reason why Angela was my friend was that she was so understanding. Then I heard Charlie calling to me from downstairs. "Bells, It's time for dinner!" "Alright, be down in a minute!' I called back.

"Okay, see you tomorrow at school." "Bye Ange." "Bye Bella." I hung up.

I walked carefully down the stairs, making sure to hold on to the railing. I was such a Klutz. I walked into the kitchen to see Charlie with a big lump of spaghetti on his plate. It looked like mush. "Um dad, I think you over cooked the spaghetti." "I did?" he asked looking slightly disappointed. "Dad do you know how to cook?" I asked, almost afraid if he said a definite 'yes'. I didn't know how I would break it to him that he really couldn't. "Eggs and bacon mostly." he replied sheepishly. I guess I'll be cooking from now on, for his health and mine. That night we ate the mushy spaghetti for dinner. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But it was still bad.

When I woke up this morning to find that my room was darker than it usually was in the morning. I looked out my window. The sky had some clouds here and there, but they were dark, almost black. A storm must be coming later today. Hopefully not while I was at school.

Charlie had already left for work, so I just made myself a bowl of cereal. After I had eaten I went outside to my old red Chevy truck, a welcome gift from Charlie. It was beat-up, rusted, and could barley go sixty miles per hour. I loved it. I drove to Forks High School, and went to my first class. I had chosen a desk in the back to try not to draw attention to myself. The desk to my right was empty, and so was the one next to it. It was if nobody wanted to sit near that desk. I wonder why they kept it there in the first place, and not in a storage room. Did a school this small even have a storage room?

I went through my next classes in a blur. I was walking with Angela to lunch when Ben came up to us and said, "They're back." Angela stiffened. "Who's back?' I ask, curious. "The Cullens', they go camping when its nice out. They just came back." Ben explained nervously, as if he would rather be talking about anything else. "What, does everyone hate them or something?" I ask. "No," Angela said " they're just really quite, and very weird." Weird? I wondered. How weird can a family be to have a whole school avoid them? I guess I'll find out in time.

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