(sorry for the really long chapter. The next one is so much better, I promise. I just had to introduce everything first. Some of the stuff is not new but can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter! It is my first time writing Fanfics and posting them so please bear with me. And I do not own the characters, Stephanie Meyer does. Thank you so much for reading and it would make my day if someone would post a review or even tell me what I could change. Thank you!)
As I looked at the cloudless sky of Phoenix, and at my crazy, eccentric mother, Renee, with her new husband, Phil, I wondered if it was worth leaving them. I wondered if it was worth leaving my home and life to just restart somewhere else. I wondered what it would be like living in the always raining, small town of Forks with Charlie until I graduated college. But my wondering didn't last long as I entered the Phoenix Airport and said my goodbyes to the only life I knew.
The walk to the terminal was emotional, too emotional for my taste, as I took these feelings from my dad. My mom kept on turning around and staring at me with tear filled eyes, as if she was trying to memorize my face. As if I was going to change.
I stared into my beautiful yet helpless mother's hazel eyes, I started to feel this pounding in my head. I sighed and noticed the tears welling up in my mother's eyes and I saw my own filling up with the dreaded liquid through the reflection.
"Oh, my dear, my Bella, I am going to miss you so much, but don't worry about me. I am sure that Phil and I are going to be okay." She said this as she brushed a strand of hair off of my face. She was always so sacrificial and loving, I knew that she said these words with a hint of regret, and she was hoping that I would stay. Even though Phil was an alright guy to be with my mom I had my doubts about the length of their relationship, my mother never stayed with one fad for too long.
"I love you mom." As I said this I heard my voice breaking and I mentally cursed at my sensitivity.
"I love you too, honey. I hope you have a safe flight and call me when you get there." She was so overprotecting.
"I will. Bye, mom." I stared at my mother for the last time as I turned around and headed towards my new life.
The plane ride was really emotional and I found myself staring through the window at the skies of Phoenix, just like my mother. I found myself memorizing the world around me, as if it was going to change.
As soon as we got there I spotted Charlie as he was still in his police uniform and I nearly fainted from embarrassment. He spent the short walk to the main exit of the airport asking questions and I hastily responded as we both were not as open with our feelings.
When we were walking towards the exit doors, I allowed myself to look out the clear opening of the door. I kept the window closed on the airplane once we left Phoenix and didn't allow myself to take a peek - after all, it would just make make me cry more. I saw the rain coming from the sky, but you couldn't really call it a sky. It was more like a wall of clouds, separating the beautiful sky I knew and the world I lived in.
Once we got home after the awkward car ride home, I took my suitcase and ran up to my room, tripping twice on the stairs. I started emptying my suitcase onto my bed to see what clothes were fit for tomorrow. After all, it was my first day at Forks Community College.
It was late evening so I wasn't that hungry and Charlie said that he already ate with his colleagues so I quickly got ready for bed and climbed in. I found myself just staring at the ceiling wondering what my first day would be like. After the pounding of the rain subsided into a lull, my eyes weighted down and I fell asleep.
The next day was hectic as I quickly changed into the appropriate attire, a yellow shirt Renee bought me to remember her and Phoenix and a pair of cargo pants. I hastily got ready as grabbed a banana and walked out the door, but not after tripping on my own feet at least four times.
I jumped in my red Chevy pick up truck that Charlie gave me yesterday and I drove to the college. I wanted to get there early so I could organize my dorm as I wanted to be away from Charlie during my college years, well as away as I could be.
I went to the office to pick up the papers and to see where my classes and dorm was. The desk lady, I think it was Sharol, kindly showed me and she reminded me of my grandma. As I climbed the stairs to level 2 of the dorm building I started to hyperventilate. What if my roommate was mean?
Okay. There was one door separating myself from possibly the most humiliating moment of my life. I started to knock on the door. It took her five minutes to unlock the door. As I slowly turned the brass door knob, I wondered if she would like me. I slowly peeked inside and saw a blonde, frail, overly tanned orange, girl bobbing her head to what seemed like rap music on the top bunk.
"Um, hello. My name is Bella." Why wasn't she answering.
"Hello?" Maybe she couldn't hear me. Or was she ignoring me?
I walked up to her and very carefully tapped her shoulder. She opened her blue green eyes and stared at me like I was an alien from outer space.
"Sorry. I'm Bella, your roommate."
"Oh, ya. Hi, I'm Hannah."
"Hello." I started to unpack my suitcase and box. I noticed that I was going to be late for class, so I headed out towards my first class, Math. I knew right away that I wasn't going to like this class. When I walked in, I saw a older man writing his name on the board , I thought that this must have been the professor. I quietly took a seat at the back of the class to avoid any staring but this was no use. Everyone managed to stare at me, the perks of being in a small town college.
The class passed by slowly and when it was over I noticed a black haired, skinny, smiling boy walking closer to me.
"Hi. I'm Eric. You must be Isabella Swan." Ugh. Another perk of being in a small town college. Everyone knew the latest gossip, including how the chief's daughter finally came home.
"Hi, it's Bella." I said weakly.
"So, what building are you going to next?"
"Um, I think its Building 8." I had to look at my papers to see.
"Great. I'm going to building 10, and I could show you the way."
"Okay, I guess."
My next class was English 101 and I was actually looking forward to this class. English was one of my pleasures since I tended to read books locked up in my room for most of my life. When I got there I noticed that the reading list was filled with books that I had already read. Dickens, Harper, Austen, Byre. This was going to be an easy class but also boring. I was looking forward to some challenge but I guess I could come up with new arguments. The class passed by fast. I had lunch next and this made my stomach flip. Who was I going to sit with? Maybe Rachel? No, she seemed like a person would have her own possy. I quickly gathered my books and backpack and left the building.
When I entered the food court I saw that there were a few empty seats and Eric quickly came to my side and made me sit with him and his friends. I grabbed an apple and a soda - I wasn't hungry - and sat next to him. I noticed the girl who was nice to me in Math was sitting there, she said her name was Angela. I also got introduced to a girl named Jessica and a boy named Tyler. Jessica was eying this boy with golden ringlets from across the food court. She seemed like the jealous fake best friend type but Angela seemed like a genuine friend. Tyler was just plain annoying so I tried to focus my attention elsewhere. That's when I first saw them.
They were sitting in the very end corner of the food court. There was three boys and two girls. The first boy was a dark and curly haired burly boy with four times the muscles of anyone here. The next boy was golden haired with long pieces of hair falling off his face. He was not as strong and muscled as the boy next to him but he was tall. Then, there was the bronze haired boy with gelled hair sticking up toward the top of his face. He was not as muscled as the others. The girls were the opposite. The first was easily the most bodily perfect girl who could have been a supermodel. She had golden hair and wore a short miniskirt with a low v-neck. The next girl was pixie like and was also pretty but not as beautiful as the other girl. She had short black hair, formed into a pixie cut. They were extraordinarily pale and of course out of this world beautiful. So beautiful that I could not take my eyes off of them. I noticed that all of their eyes were coal black and they had slight bruises under their eyes, which gave them a sharp quality. I could not decide who was more beautiful, maybe the bronze haired boy.
Right when I started to stare at the bronze-haired boy, Jessica asked who I was staring at. At that moment, he looked up and met Jessica's eyes for a fraction of a second, then turned his head and stared at me. I blushed entirely red and looked down but I was not fast enough and he looked away before I could. He looked uninterested, I suppose.
"Whoa, that was weird. Edward Cullen was looking at us." How was that weird for a guy to look at someone. Was that unaccepted here?
"Ya I guess. Was that the bronze-haired guy?"
"Yes, they are adopted by Carlisle Cullen, he works as a doctor at the Hospital. The brown haired girl is Alice and the boy sitting next to her with the golden hair is Jasper. They are kind of a thing, which is DISGUSTING. The blonde girl is Rosalie and she is with the brawny guy, Emmett."
I didn't like how she was judging them without knowing them or understanding them, possibly. I started to grow even more angry when she said that the wife, Esme Cullen, could not have children as if that would lower her. I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up my lunch, threw the remainder away and started to walk away. My sudden leaving made some people stare and I noticed Edward was staring too. He had this confused and concentrated look, as if he was trying to do something very hard and draining without prevail. I looked away and left the food court.
I had no more classes for the day so I went to my dorm. I noticed that Rachel was gone so I quickly organized my side of the room not wanting her to think I was a germ freak. I put the few decorations I brought from home, a wooden sun I painted in kindergarten with a picture of Renee, Charlie, and me. I also brought a small, green, cactus to remind me of Phoenix.
As I remembered the angelic and mysterious Cullens, especially Edward, I thought to myself, while blushing tomato red, that the year was not going to be as bad as I thought, but I couldn't have been more wrong.