Hey guys. I'm a pretty new author. I have one other story that's on hold. It's for Tamora Pierce. So you know, I do not have a beta right now, I'll be doing my own editing for a little while. I'm posting this chapter to test out the idea of this story. Please Review! If you see something I can fix, please let me know. OK, well, here we go on my first Twilight FanFiction!

Chapter One

I shivered as I stepped off of the plane into the pouring rain. I had just arrived in Forks, Washington, where I'm going to be living with my dad, Edward Senior. My mom had remarried, so I felt like an intruder in my own home. I glared up at the sky as I pulled my parka closer to myself. I had forgotten how much I absolutely loathed Forks. I looked quickly around for my father. I sighed with relief as I spotted the bronze hair that was so like my own. I rushed over to my father, who embraced me swiftly. Then we ran together to get my bag and get into the car. By the time we finally got into the police cruiser, we were both soaked through.

My dad grinned at me happily, "Hey, son. Welcome home!"

I grumbled back, folding my arms. I hated it when my dad tried to sell Forks as home. Home is hot, dry, and with my mother. The car ride home was awkward. Dad kept trying to make light conversation, while I refused to respond. I just needed a little while to adjust, something that Dad clearly didn't get.

He finally gave up, and the last thirty minutes of the two hour drive passed in silence. When we finally reached the small house that belonged to my father, I jumped out, grabbed my bag from the trunk, and went straight up to the room that has always been mine. The only change that I could remember was when my dad had placed a desk in the room. I'm sure there was a crib once, when my parents were still married, but I didn't remember it. Everything else had remained the same for seventeen years. I took my laptop out of its case and placed it on the desk, then slowly unpacked the rest of my meager belongings in the bureau. Most of my clothes had been lightweight, terrible for the always rainy Forks. Once I finished that task, I collapsed on the small twin bed and stared at the ceiling. I stayed there for a long time, I didn't really know how long, until my dad called me down for dinner. I picked myself up slowly and made my way down to the small kitchen with the bright yellow cabinets my mom had painted so may years ago. She had wanted to bring some seldom seen sunshine into the dull kitchen. I took a good look around before sitting down. Every where there were reminders of Elizabeth. The couch she had picked was still in the living room, the cabinets were still yellow, and every single picture my mother had put up for decorating still graced the walls. It made me uncomfortable to know that my dad still missed my mom so much. She had moved on a long time ago. Dad cleared his throat, and I snapped out of my reverie. "What's for dinner, then?" I asked quickly, trying not to seem to antsy.

"Just scrambled eggs. I haven't gone to the store in a while, so it's all we've got for now. I'll go tomorrow."

"You want me to go?" I grasped at the idea. I always shopped for the groceries in Phoenix.

"If you want to, sure. That'd be great. I don't really have a list, but the cash in the the door by the fridge."

I nodded. "I got it. Can you cook at all?"

My dad shook his head a little, "Not really. Can you?"

I grinned, "Yes sir! I'm a good cook."

"Are you now?" My father's tone was laced with surprise, "I never knew that."

"Yep." I smiled proudly. I had always cooked meals at home. My mom wasn't the best cook either.

"Huh."

The conversation died there. The rest of the meal was spent in companionable silence. After dinner, I went up to my room and grabbed my things for the bathroom. I showered quickly, toweled my hair, and packed my things back up. My dad and I would be sharing a bathroom, so I didn't want to leave my stuff all over the place. After I got ready, I laid down, hoping to get a good night's sleep. It took me hours and hours to fall asleep. First, I was missing home so badly, it was like a physical pain in my gut. Then, when I had settled down a little, the rain pounding on my window kept me up all night. I didn't fall asleep until around one in the morning, and when I finally drifted, I slept terribly. The rain invaded my dreams so I couldn't even get peace there.

When my alarm woke me up early in the morning, it took me a few minutes to remember that I was in Forks, and it was my first day of school at Forks High. I groaned as I rolled out of bed and got ready for my day. I put on two layers of clothes underneath my black rain parka. I hated the cold. I stumbled down to the kitchen, still half-asleep. Dad was down there already, waiting for me.

"Morning," he said happily, "Ready for school?"

I shook my head, "Is anyone ever ready for school?" Then I remembered my dad had to drive me to and from, since I didn't have a car. I held back a groan. I hated riding in the cruiser, and going to my first day of school in it wasn't going to help anything.

Dad laughed, "No, guess not. Anyway, we better get going, huh?"

"Yeah."

Dad laughed and we headed out the door. I stopped and squinted through the rain. There was a red truck parked next to the cruiser. It had round fenders and a big cab. It looked pretty old, but stable, "Hey, Dad," I yelled, glancing again at the truck, "What's the truck in the driveway?"

"It's yours! I figured you didn't want to ride to school in the cruiser, let's face it, who would? So I got Harry Clearwater to sell me his truck. What do you think?"

"I-I. . ." I paused, "You got me a car?"

"Well, a truck. But yeah. Basically." I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Wow, thank you! Thank you so much!"

"No problem. Harry and Leah are going to come down after school and tell you the ins and outs. They rebuilt it together."

I gaped. "Leah Clearwater!?"

"The very same."

I tried to picture Leah Clearwater working on a car. I couldn't do it. The Leah I knew from my trips here as a kid would never build cars. She was an insufferable girly girl. "Huh. OK. Well, I guess I'll see you after school. Thank you."

"Edward. Keys."

I spun around to grab the keys and fell flat of my back. I sprang up and snatched the keys. "Thanks, dad."

He laughed, "Sure. You alright there?"

I nodded, "Happens all the time."

I turned and walked slowly to the car. It was true that I fell a lot. I wasn't exactly the most graceful person in the world. I made a face as I slipped again on my way to the truck. Stupid rain.

I drove slowly to the high school. I had never been there before, but it wasn't hard to find. I pulled into the lot and circled around until I found the office. I sighed as I turned off the truck and the heat that came with it. I could feel the air getting cold again. Grumbling to myself, I ran inside. When I reached the office, it felt like I had never gone inside. Except for the fact that I was dry, I would have never noticed. There were plants everywhere in the office. I shook my head the littlest bit. Weren't there enough plants outside already?

"Hello. Can I help you?"

I glanced up to see a lady smiling at me from the desk. She looked like she was in her mid-fifties. "Uh, yes please. I'm, um, Edward Masen. I was wondering if you had my schedule?"

"Sure, honey. Let me see. . . yes, here we go."

She pulled out a sheet of paper and beckoned me forward. As i stepped toward her, she reached behind her and grabbed a second piece of paper. When I reached the desk, I saw that she had grabbed a map. she proceeded t show me where all of my classes were and the best way to get there. I thanked her and left the office.

I drove my truck around the now-full parking lot. I found the building I was looking for, and parked close as I could get to it. I ran towards the building, but was slowed to a walk as two people in raincoats just like mine stepped in front of me in the doorway. They took off their jackets and hung them on racks on the wall by the door. I did the same, then quickly went up to the teacher and got my form signed to prove I went to all my classes. Once it had been signed, I went and sat in a seat at the back. I sat there to avoid the stares of my new classmates. It didn't work. They all managed to turn in their seats to stare at me. I dropped my gaze quickly to the sheet of paper in front of me. It was out reading list for the year and I sighed as I scanned it. I'd read it all before. It would make the year easier, but it would be pretty boring.

As soon as the bell rang, a guy came up to me. "Hey, you're the new kid right?"

I glanced up, "Yeah." I said.

"Cool. My name's Mike." He stuck out his hand.

"Edward." I shook his hand.

Mike smiled, "What's your next class? I could probably help."

"Uh, Trig."

"My friend Jess is in that class. I'll walk you there."

I stood up, and walked out next to Mike to my next class. As soon as we got there, I saw why he had wanted to show me the building. There was a girl there that he immediately started talking to. I think he forgot about me, because he turned away as he talked to her and made no move to introduce me. I smiled and took my slip to the teacher. The girl Mike was talking to was staring at me, and it made me uncomfortable. When the teacher signed my slip, he told me to stay and introduce myself. I groaned inwardly, but did what I was told. I stumbled over my words, and when I walked to my seat, I tripped. It was humiliating.

I sat through the class, and when the bell rang, the girl came over to me. "Hey. I'm Jessica. What's your name?"

I cleared my throat, "Edward."

She smiled, "Well it's really nice to meet you Edward."

"Um, you too." I smiled weakly at her, and she beamed back. She walked me to my next class, which she was in also. We were also in the same lunch. Mike caught up with us as we walked to lunch, and we stood in the line together. We sat down at a crowded table, where Mike was nice enough to introduce me, but I forgot everyone's name as soon as he said it. I smiled and nodded a lot. I only really talked when someone asked me a question. I looked around the cafeteria during a lull in the conversation and notice a group of extraordinarily beautiful people sitting at a table across the room from us.

There were five of them, three girls and two boys. One of the boys was big-muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. The other was taller, leaner, but still muscular, with honey blond hair. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you see on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The second girl had long brown hair that flowed all the way down her back. Her hair was swept over her shoulder, obscuring most of her face. The third girl was short and pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

They all looked so different, but so similar. Their eyes were all dark, despite the range in hair tones. They also looked like they could use a good night's sleep, because there were circles under their eyes. Their features were all straight, perfect, angular. They were the most beautiful people I had ever seen. They looked like the airbrushed models on the cover of a magazine. Or like they were painted by a master as the faces of angels.

I tore my eyes away from them and leaned over to Mike, "Who are those people over there?" I asked.

Mike glanced over, "The dark haired ones are the Cullens. The big one is Emmett, the short-haired one is Alice, and the brown haired one is Bella." At the sound of her name, the third one, Bella, glanced over as if she could hear us. She glanced at Mike for half a second, until her eyes locked with mine for a moment. Then she looked away as if nothing had happened. Mike continued, "The blonde ones are the Hales. The girl is Rosalie, and the boy is Jasper."

I looked at them for another moment, "Are they related?"

Mike shook his head, "No. Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme adopted the lot of them. The Hales are twins, and I guess they were adopted when they were older. The others were adopted earlier, I think."

"Huh."

"They're all taken though. Rosalie and Emmett are together, and Jasper and Alice. And apparently, Bella's above everyone. She's never dated."

I smiled a little. Mike sounded like he had been rejected.

Jessica butted in, "It's pretty weird. They live together, and they are together. . ."

It did seem a little strange. But who was I to judge?

Mike and Jessica changed the topic, but I continued looking at the family. I was trying to decide who was the most perfect of the group. I decided that it was either the brown haired Bella, or the blonde Rosalie. Bella suddenly looked over at my table again. She had an odd expression on her face, like she was waiting for something. When she noticed me looking back at her, she turned her head. Her expression was confused. I looked away then, because Mike was asking me a question. I snuck glances at the table every few minutes, and I saw Bella's mouth moving, and she seemed to be speaking to her siblings, but none of them were looking at her, and she wasn't looking at them.

I didn't even noticed when lunch was over until Mike dragged me to my feet saying, "Don't bother, man. It's not gonna happen."

"What?"

"The Cullens. Don't bother. It won't do any good." His voice still sounded bitter.

We separated when we got outside, Mike went left, and I went right. I was heading toward Biology, a class I was dreading because I had already taken it. This was sure to be a dull class this year.

I reached the door and stepped inside, stumbling slightly on the doorframe. I brought my slip up to the teacher. While he was signing it, I looked around the room for a place to sit. Most of the class was full. My eyes ranged the room until I saw the one open seat. Next to Bella Cullen. I met her eyes for a moment before dropping my gaze and sticking my hands into my pockets. I withdrew one to grab the now-signed slip, and then tucked both back into my pocket. I walked slowly to my new seat and i dropped down into the chair. I glanced again at Bella, and my breath stopped. She was glaring at me with the coldest, plainest, most hate-filled glare I had ever seen. I felt my eyes widen as I met her black, angry ones. She scooted her chair away from me, the the extreme edge of the lab table. Her hand gripped the edge. I looked away quickly, putting my right hand on my face to block my view of her.

The hour passed more slowly then I could have dreamed was possible. I could feel the cold glare from my lab partner. I was absolutely bewildered. What did I ever do to her? Finally, the bell rang. The second the buzzing sound rang through the speakers, Bella was out of her seat. She rushed to the door, and was gone. I stared after her, and I'm sure confusion was written all over my face. I just didn't get it.

Suddenly, Jessica walked over to me. Oh. I hadn't even noticed she was in this class. "Hey, Edward. So, what's up with Bella Cullen? Did you hit on her or something?"

I shook my head, "No. I don't know what that was."

Jessica looked relieved, "Well, she's not worth it anyway. There's plenty of single girls around here."

I just looked at her. "Oh." I watched as her face dropped the slightest bit.

"Um, so what's your next class?"

I glanced at my schedule, "Ugh. P.E."

Jessica's face brightened, "Me too! Oh my gosh, two classes in a row!"

"Yep."

"Well, come on then, let's go."

We walked out the door. Jessica led us to the gym, and I sighed loudly. I hated sports. I figured I was supposed to like them, but I didn't have the coordination. I preferred music. I was a good piano player, and I hated to leave my keyboard behind. I was going to have to get something here. Maybe since I didn't have to pay for a car I could-

"Edward!"

"What?"

"We're playing volleyball today. Wanna be on my team?" Jessica's voice sounded excited. Mine did not.

"Um, sure. I'm no good at sports though."

"That's OK. I'm pretty good." The coach blew his whistle, and my torture began.

It was probably the worst I've ever done in a sport, which was saying something, because I never did well. I didn't really understand the rules, and whenever the ball came near me, it tended to hit me or someone near me on the head. My face was burning by the end of class. I changed as soon as class was over and met Jessica outside the changing rooms.

"You weren't so bad," she told me. I could tell she was lying.

"I was and you know it." I paused, trying to think of a tactful way to bring up the subject that was plaguing my mind. When tactful ideas failed, I just blurted out, "So. . . the Cullens. . ."

"Yeah, I don't know what was with Bella. That was so weird. She doesn't usually, you know, interact with anyone but her family." Her voice sounded off, but I couldn't identify the tone.

"Oh, good." I said sarcastically, "She decided to hate me."

This time, her voice sounded relieved, "Guess so."

We split there, because I had to go to the office to turn in my slip. office to turn in my slip. Bella Cullen was there. She was talking to an office man in a low, attractive voice, "-any other time."

The man shook his head, "I'm sorry honey, no other Biology classes are open."

"How about Physics? Chemistry?"

"All full. I'm sorry, I wish I could help. . ." He trailed off.

I stood frozen in the doorway, unsure whether to approach the other person working in the office, the one who had given me my schedule and map. I didn't really want to get tat close to Bella. As I stood there, a girl walked in, placed a note in the wire basket, and left. The cold air whirled into the warm office, chilling me.

Bella's back stiffened, and she turned slowly to glare at me, "Never mind then, I can see it's not possible." She said the words in a rush, and then she stormed out of the room.

OK, I want you all to know that I am aware that I messed with the order of things. I don't want to make this story exactly like Twilight. I want to add, subtract, or change some things. Please review! I want to know your thoughts!