A/N: I was struck with inspiration so I had to get it down! I know the title is a little bit weird, 'Pursuit of Gaiety', but I will explain it in the last few chapters, I promise, have some faith in me! I hope to finish this story, so wish me luck! Please review, I really want to know what readers think. It may not seem like much, but a review can really make a fanfic author smile. If you have absolutely any questions concerning this chapter, ask me. So yes! Read on, little human! x)

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Pursuit of Gaiety

Chapter 1

First Day

BPOV

The little lady at the office handed me my schedule and a note for my first day at Forks Boys' High School, telling me to ask every teacher I have today to sign the note and hand it in to her at the end of the day. I nodded.

"Have a nice day, Isaac," she pasted on a huge fake smile across her face as she waved me away.

Today was going to be a long day, I thought as I glanced down at my schedule. History first up!

As I made my way towards the history block, a thought stuck me. How was I ever going to get used to being called Isaac? At home, everybody called me Bella. Isaac was a big change.

My real name was Isabella Marie Swan, but at Forks Boys' High School, I was to be known by Isaac Swan. I sighed and wondered what my friends back at Phoenix were doing right now.

Begin Flashback

"Bella, don't do this," Alice, one of my best friends ever, pleaded with me, tugging at my sleeve.

I was about to leave Phoenix and my friends and I were all bunched up at the airport, crying.

"Alice, this is my dream!" I told her for the millionth time. "I have to go to Forks Boys' High School because they offer a special music class. No other schools offer this; this is my chance to break out, to be a successful musician!"

"It's just some stupid class, Bella, is it worth cutting your beautiful, long hair, wearing that ugly crop top and-and leaving us?" Tanya's voice broke on the last few words.

Surrounding me, were my best friends in the entire world. And I was leaving them, leaving sunny Phoenix, leaving my parents, for a single class in dreary Forks. Was it really worth it? I kicked myself. How could I ever think that? People with goals, serious goals, mustn't doubt things like that. Yes, yes it was. It was worth my everything to attend this special class, to get into university and become a successful musician. It was my only hope.

"Yes, Tanya, it is worth it. I'll miss you girls, all of you, and I promise I'll call you guys," I comforted them, patting Tanya on the back.

"Guys, I think we should be supportive of Bells, it's her dream, we're her friends, you know. Go Bella!" Rosalie tried to lighten the atmosphere, but her face was stained with tears.

Sometimes, I just loved that girl Rosalie, she knew exactly the right things to say at the exactly the right time. There wasn't anything in this world that this girl was incapable of. She was my savior. I turned to hug her, and all my other friends.

"Thanks, Rose," I muttered in gratitude, looking into her beautiful blue eyes, sparkling with fresh tears . My mother, Renee, who was in the arms of my father, Charlie, winked at me and mouthed, we'll miss you.

"Hey, it's okay, girl, you go and follow your dreams!" Rosalie smiled bravely, wiping her tears away.

"Good-bye, Bella. We'll miss you so much!" Angela and Irina came over to hug me. And following their suit, Tanya and Alice came to hug me as well.

Alice, Rosalie, Tanya, Angela and Irina.

All of those names were printed deeply in my mind as I pulled away. These girls were my everything, apart from music.

With one last wave to my girls, I handed the airline lady, who looked very bored, my ticket and stepped onwards my way to success.

End Flashback

I must've been standing there, in the middle of the school yard, looking like a mindless idiot when a boy with dark hair, who looked a little younger than me, whizzed past, knocking us both over. Retard, he had muttered and stole an annoyed look at me as he picked himself up and ran to his class. I didn't mind, I heard from my friends what boys' schools were like. This was normal, very normal. And with that, I picked myself up and started for my first class, history.

As I stepped into the class, everybody inside froze and stared at me. Oh, no! Why were they staring at me? Did I have my shoes on? I looked down. Yes. My bag? I looked at my back. Yes. My crop top? I looked down. Yes. What were they staring at?

"Eh! Look, new student," A boy with a Mohawk haircut shouted, as if he's never seen a new student before. I blushed. "What's your name, boy?"

"I-Is-Isaac," I spluttered, I nearly said Isabella! I kicked myself internally for nearly slipping, and on my first day too!

"Isaac, eh? Now, look at cute little Isaac over here, blushing like a little girl," He jeered at me. How right he was, if only they knew.

"Hey, dude, stop picking on the new kid, give him a break," A boy with auburn hair told him off. I thanked him silently.

"Yeah, loser, the new kid's cool," Another boy said. He had spiked blond hair and baby blue eyes. He was the type of guy a typical girl would fall for. But not me, I'm a man now. He started walking towards me and pat me on the shoulder. "Hi, Isaac, I'm Mike."

He motioned for me to sit down next to him as he cleared his desk. I sat down gratefully. At least it seemed that I've made one new friend here at Forks Boys' high School.

I had always had trouble making friends with boys in Phoenix; they just didn't seem to like me. I frowned. Well, I'm a man now. And the only friends I can have are boys, I thought as I looked around me. Everybody here, save me, were guys.

History was awfully tiresome, I've already learnt about Australian history back in Phoenix so I laid my head on my desk and thought about how uncomfortable my crop top was. It was meant to reduce the size of my breasts, and it did work, but it's just very, very uncomfortable. I tugged at it in vain, hoping it would loosen a little. Just a little so I could breathe more easily.

"Dude, what you doing? You got allergies?" Mike whispered, stealing glances at me.

Crap! He noticed. How was I going to talk myself out of this?

I immediately stopped tugging at my crop top and sat up as straight as a pole. I hope the crop top stayed in place. "Uh … Yeah … Allergies … Um, I've got terrible itches, you know, allergies."

I scratched myself quickly, hoping he'll believe me and turn away.

He raised his eyebrow at me and smiled in a funny way. I smiled back weakly in my defense. He finally turned away to pay attention to the teacher after a long stare at me.

Yeah, right, allergies, likely story, Isaac. I cursed myself silently.

I was right, today was going to be a long day. I settled in my daydream again.

My next class was French. I've always been good at French in Phoenix, so I wasn't too worried. I was my other talent apart from music. French was good; at least I wouldn't make too big a fool out of myself. With that lovely thought in mind, I walked, as manly as I could, towards the language block.

"Bonjour, J'mapelle mademoiselle Onridge," A plump lady with badly dyed hair greeted me as I walked in through the door. "You're half a minute late, young man."

"Bonjour, mademoiselle, I'm sorry," I replied and took my seat. I recognized a few faces from my history class. I ducked my head.

"Today, we have a new student, he is Isaac. I want you to all make him feel welcome," She told the class sternly, looking at them one by one.

"Isaac, we don't come in late on French class, you understand? Since you're new, I'll let you off, but be warned," She said in her French accent as she turned to me.

I gulped. "Yes, mademoiselle."

French was not good anymore, I decided, especially after Onridge picked on me to share a conversation in front of the whole class in French with a lanky boy named Tyler. It didn't go so well as Tyler barely knew a word in French and made a joke out of everything we said. It made it worse when a boy named Ben, his friend I presumed, kept on laughing like a hyena. Madamoiselle Onridge rewarded them both with lunch detention.

Geography was next up. I wasn't sure how much more of this school I could take until I spontaneously combust. I prayed that Geography would be more merciful as I walked upto the Geography blocks.

It was, there were no major dramas in Geography and I even made a new friend, Eric Yorkie, he seemed nice enough but was, somewhat, nerdy and dull. He droned on and on about nuclear bombs or something of the sort. I dozed off for the third time today.

At least my music class was next, the long-waited for, the legendary music class of Forks Boys' High. That lifted my spirits once again.

I was here for the music class, nothing else. I will not let anything else drag me down.

When the bell finally rang for break time, I hurried out of the classroom. My crop top was getting to be very uncomfortable.

"Um, excuse me, could you please tell me where the bathroom?" I asked a random boy who was walking past.

"Bathroom?" He looked at me like I was a freak. "Sorry, we don't have bathrooms. What are you, a sissy?"

"Er, I mean toilet, yes, where is the toilet?" I put on my best man voice in hopes of concealing my latest slip.

"Oh, right, it's over there," The boy shrugged and pointed left. I nodded and whispered a quick thanks before following the direction his finger pointed at.

When I entered the toilet, I heard a fountain noise, like water falling in a tub, in an instant, I realized what was happening, this was a male toilet, there were males in there. I nearly fainted. And the stench was horrible, didn't they ever clean the bathro-, I mean, toilets? I don't think so.

I chose a cubicle that looked clean enough and cautiously approached it. With a huff of relief, I plonked myself down on the toilet seat. My crop top was killing me. The music class better be worth it, I shook my head.

At least there weren't any bitches here. Back in Phoenix, the bitches were ruthless, Lauren, for one. She always seemed to have a thing for me. I didn't know why, maybe it was an animal instinct she has? I certainly have never done a single thing to her. She would pull my hair, steal any boys I showed the slightest interest in, write my name up on the walls in the bathrooms. I quickly checked the cubicle walls. Nope, no name writing on it. The boys here didn't seem too interested in gossip either. That was a good sign.

After my crop top was in a more comfortable position, I opened my cubicle door to wash my hands. Yep, no bitches here. I could live with that. I smiled into the mirror.

Finally, the bell rang again. Music class was next. I instantly felt a chill ran up and down my spine. This is it, here, I came, to be a successful musician, I thought. I grabbed my schoolbag and practically ran towards the music blocks.

It disappointed me a little. The walls were old and stained and the wall paper was peeling off. The musical instruments looked rusty and uncared for. Chairs were sprawled around the room. Music sheets were everywhere. All the students in the class seemed to be doing their own thing. The teacher didn't look like he cared.

Okay, maybe this was their method of teaching, I shrugged. If all these students became musical geniuses in this condition, so can I.

Oh, it doesn't matter how the room looks, I finally decided, it isn't important. I came here to learn music, not judge the wall paper.

I kept on walking, making my way towards the teacher, who was asleep, legs on his table. He needed to sign my note. I noticed that he was dribbling. I giggled.

Suddenly, I tripped over something, I expected to hit the floor with a thud, and a huge lump on my head for later, but somehow, I froze, caught in mid air. Something firm and strong was wrapped around my waist. I slowly opened my eyelids, one at a time, to find a pair of dazzling, emerald green eyes staring down on me.

"Are you alright?"

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