Taylor

It'd been about a week since I'd moved to Forks. This was about the sixteenth time I've moved in my life due to my mom's constant career changes. Almost every year we pack up and switch cities so she can be a nurse or a circus clown. She loves every job she does, so I've never had the heart to tell her that all this moving around sucked for me.

My name was Taylor Bailey, I'm was in eleventh grade and I loved to read. In every school I've been to I'm pretty much an outcast. I mean, let's face it,no one talked to the new kid. It was just the way things went. So, I'd never made any real friends. But this year, I was more hopeful for some reason, and planned on something different. My aunt lived in Forks in a house right on the beach. So, I figured that if my mom decides on changing professions yet again, I'll have spent enough time with my aunt that she might not mind if I stayed with her. Despite being extra hopeful this time around, deep down I still knew it was hopeless.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and practically punched the 'off' button.

I staggered groggily, almost tripping over my own feet, into the bathroom down the hall and into the shower. I hopped out after washing my hair and threw on a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt that had the logo of my favourite superhero; Flash on it's centre. After that I brushed my still damp hair and left it down. I might as well take a step up from my usual 'do: a plain old pony tail. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and sighed. My pale blue eyes looked tired, and had several bags underneath them. The routine was familiar to me, almost too familiar.

This basically my sixteenth first day of school, and as each first day came and went, I dreaded each and every one of them. Hopefully one day I would finally remain in one place and my mom would be satisfied with herself.

I bombarded down the stairs, grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in my mouth. Without bothering to chew before speaking, I said; "Bye mom, love you!" but it probably sounded like "Buh mhm, losh ooh!"

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out the door. I hopped into the driver's seat of my silver buggy and drove to Forks' high school.

The parking lot was pretty empty, I guessed I was early- or late. I parked and made my way to the main office to pick up my schedule and textbooks for the year. Kids were giving me weird looks as I walked; maybe they didn't get very many new kids around here.

At the front desk, a lady sat staring at her computer screen wearing a canary yellow jacket with a matching skirt. She had layers if make up on that didn't match her skin tone, making her face look overly tanned compared to her neck and the rest of her exposed skin. "Hello, how may I help you?" She said in a nasally voice, looking over her cat-eyed glasses at me.

"I'm Taylor. I'm new to the school." I stated.

She squinted at her computer's screen and bit the end of her pen. "Ah yes, Taylor Bally, isn't it?"

"Actually it's-" I began.

"I have all of your text books and your class schedule. " She cut me off. "Take all of these and head to your first class." She handed me about 6 text books as soon as the bell rang. My first class was math in a room on the third floor. I looked at the stack of books in my arms that I was struggling to carry and mentally groaned.

As I walked I kept my eyes on my schedule. "ARGH !" I exclaimed as I collided with another body.

My textbooks lay scattered across the tiles of the ground. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking." I apologized to the girl I'd banged into.

We both crouched and began to pick up my books. "Don't worry about." She smiled and handed me everything she'd gathered. She was seriously beautiful. She had chocolate brown eyes with long, dark lashes, fair skin and long, wavy copper coloured hair.

"Are you new here?" She asked. "I don't think I've ever seen you before."

I smiled timidly. "Yeah, today's my first day actually."

She stuck out her hand. "My name's Renesmee."

"I'm Taylor," I said, taking her hand in mine.

"Well, welcome to Forks! Here, let me see your schedule." Renesmee took my blue schedule and grinned.

"You're in my grade; good! You kind of look older." She spoke and continued reading. "And we have a bunch of classes together, that's great!" She exclaimed excitedly.

I didn't have much social experience; I was usually the kid who sat in the corner and doodled during class. "Cool." I said, not knowing what to say.

Renesmee took my hand again and grinned (which was starting to make her resemble a crazy person every time she did it) and dragged me up the stairs. "Come on, we have a math class to get to!"

Today wasn't as bad as I had originally thought it would be. It turned out that after having basically all my classes with Nessie, I'd grown to really like her. She was nice and funny, and she laughed at all my lame jokes. I'd never had a real friend before. and now I had her, so I hoped this friendship would last.