Author's Note:

Hey, kids. I'm writing a vampire story because I think it's quite clear there's a shortage of them. (That was sarcasm for those who didn't get it.) Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story. I was going to go with the name Celia Clemmings for Bella but I confirm names by seeing if they pass the "dramatic yell" test. This test is simply calling out the character's name dramatically in my head and if it sounds awkward, it's no good. "Celiaaaaa!!" Nope.. just doesn't cut it. Besides, I really love the last name Swan and Isabella is a very flexible name that passes the test.

But the rest of the story is all characters made up by me! Mind you, this entire story is influenced by Twilight so there will be some similarities (I'm still not sure how similar the it'll be).. and as this is fanfiction dot net and not.. originalstories dot net, I thought I'd make it easier on myself to place this in a category. Besides, all the readers are in the Twilight section ^.~

"We're moving!" was all it took to turn my life upside down. Mind you, I had moved many times before, and even though I still wasn't used to constantly moving, this wasn't what turned my life upside down. My mother had struggled financially ever since my father died in a car accident, and moved at the first sign of a well-paying job. I had moved six times already, never staying in one town for longer than two years. Yet this was enough time for my hopes to rise and for me to make friends. I should have learned by now that this hope was just temporary, to be ripped from under me when I least expected it, but I hadn't.

Regardless, it was a good thing I hadn't gotten used to this routine, as this time it would be completely different. Hawkswarren was an incredibly small town, with a population of about 3,000 people. My mother had managed to pull together enough money to buy a bijou, modest house near the local high school. Every time my friends were torn away from me, I always made a point to be as angry as possible at my mother even though I knew she was trying her best. With this in mind, I stormed to my tiny room and unpacked the small amount of clothes that I owned. I sat down on my uncomfortable, dusty bed and sighed, dreading my first day of school tomorrow.

The next morning, I almost had overslept, of course not due to my bed being comfortable, but to the darkness of the sky outside. I was used to living in more sunny places, but this town barely had any sun ever. I was already getting depressed. I had groggily eaten breakfast with no desire whatsoever to part with my toast, for that would mean needing to leave to go to school. But the time came when I had to jump onto my scooter – yes, that's right, a scooter – and uncooly proceed to make my way to Hawkswarren High.

To make matters worse, most of the kids at this high school had been living here for several generations and managed to have cars. The school parking lot was surprisingly large compared to the number of students actually attending the school, and it was filled completely with cars. Luckily, most of the cars were old cars, largely battered from generations of teenager's driving. My eyes settled upon a flashy, red corvette that looked as though it came from some sort of car magazine. I sighed; it probably belonged to some rich cheerleader that I would be secretly jealous of my entire stay here. I stuffed my scooter into a nearby bush, hoping that nobody had seen me with the monstrosity (if only I had been close enough to walk!). There was no chance it would be stolen. Trying to look confident, I unsuccessfully strutted into the unassuming school building.

Like all the other students, I received my class schedule in my first period English class. Unlike all the other students, I knew neither the other kids in the class nor what was to be expected from my other classes.

"Hey! My name's Billy Stackhouse, I hear you're new to this town? " a loud and friendly boy asked me. I replied with a polite tone, trying to keep my self-introduction short. It didn't seem like he was going to let that happen though, and I tried to make the most of this idle chatter by asking for directions to my next classes. He was a bit too friendly, but I ended up knowing exactly where to go, equivalent exchange.

Everyone in my next few classes was just as welcoming, though most covered jealousy, or the eagerness to be friends because I was new and therefore popular, with the mask of a smile. I arranged an equally fake smile on my face and played their game.

This is how my next two classes went, and I was beginning to get used to the atmosphere of either fake smiles or possessive behavior, until I reached Chemistry. I had learned quickly to sit in the place where there were the least people surrounding my desk, so I chose a window seat. This teacher, Mr. Bur-something, asked me to introduce myself to the class. I internally sighed and slowly walked to the front of the class. I took a look around the class, and my eyes fell upon a boy.

He was absolutely stunning; the first thing I noticed was his positively silver hair that glinted in the light. I noticed how incredibly pale he was – his skin like porcelain – just as he looked up at me with boredom. This made my eyes practically jump to meet his eyes, orbs of swirling gold. I had forgotten I was supposed to be introducing myself until Bur-something cleared his throat.

"O-oh, right. Sorry! Hello, I'm new to Hawkswarren.. My name is Bella Swan."

Hey, hoped you liked it! Please review, constructive criticism encouraged. I'll release the next one soon :)