My day starts at 5. Yes, that's right. 5 o'clock in the morning. I get up, take a shower, get dressed, make breakfast for my mother and stepfather, and then do anything extra I didn't feel like doing last night. Nothing special. My clothes were never special, nor my hair or makeup. I was just me. Bella Swan. The girl who everyone looks up to for some incredible reason. I have the blandest of brown hair and the dullest of brown eyes. But apparently, that's not how others see it. I am very judgmental, I have a big mouth I can never control, and I am a huge book nerd, it's not even funny. I tell people this and they brush it off and say, "Oh, Bella. You are much more than that!". People fail to see how boring I am. They fail to see that I am a Plain Jane. They fail to see that some people are just MORE interesting than me!

I was born to tell you I love you,

Isn't that a song already?

I get a B in originality

And it's true I can't go on without you..

Ugh, I thought. I reached my hand over to turn off my cell phone alarm to find that it wasn't there, on the drawer, where I left it last night. I sat up, half aware of my surroundings, half in my dream, with Rob Pattinson. I could barely hear the faint ringing of Secondhand Serenade in my room but have no idea where it was coming from. I stood up, looked around a bit, then strained my ears to hear the soft melody.

Your smile makes me see clearer. If you could only see in the mirror what I see..

Over there! Right by my pillow. Hmm, I thought. How did I not hear that? I guess RPattz was too distracting. I shrugged and picked out what to wear for the day. I stumbled across my wooden floor to my dresser. I opened the top drawer, nothing. Second drawer, nothing. Third drawer, noth-- oh, wait. Here is something. I see my pale blue sweater, just lying there, untouched for about a month. Silently begging me to wear it so it can see the world for the first time since.. I bought it. I pulled it out, along with some dark skinny jeans and silver flats Sammi bought me to "widen my fashion sense". I roll my eyes just thinking about her. Sam is my best friend. My other half. The peanut butter to my jelly. The butter to my muffin. You see where I'm going with this, though. She stuck with me through the awkward puberty stage and the cooties stage. We've been through everything together. My father's death, her hamster's death. My mother's remarriage, her new guinea pig. You can see that we love each other. Too bad she lives in Phoenix...

After that, I took a towel and went straight to the bathroom. I turned on the hot, EXTREMELY hot water. Some like it hot, I like it burning. Haha, I thought. That sounded dirty! But never mind that.. I step in and right when the hot water hits my skin, I relax. All my troubles are put behind me. My strawberry shampoo lets all my thoughts run down the drain. I am probably in the shower for about 20 minutes before I realize that I am going to be late for school! I hopped out, dried off, threw my clothes on, and put my hair up into the messiest bun of the century. Being me, the klutziest girl in Washington, tripped on stupid air and landed flat on my face, outside. While I lie there, face down, in the grass, I failed to see Nike sneakers that make their way to me, slowly.

"Bella!!" Mike Newton screamed at the top of his lungs. "What are you doing?"

What's it look like I'm doing, Newton! I'm catching up on my freakin' sleep you, idiot! But it doesn't quite come out that way..

"I'm dying, Mike," I replied, in a tone that was dripping with sarcasm, but Mike doesn't notice. He never does.

"Oh, Bella! Are you alright?" Mike shrieks then falls on his knees to start caressing my hair.

"Mike! What the hell? I was kidding!" I yelled and sat up suddenly, which was a mistake, considering how close little Newton likes to hover around me. When I jerked up, I wacked him in the nose and he fell on his back, spurting out blood. Crap, oh crap, I thought.

"God, Mike!" I screamed. "Well.." I glanced down at my watch. 7:55. "Gotta go to school! See ya around." I waved and started for my truck when Mike started screaming. Yes, screaming. Like a little girl.

"Oh, God Bella! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!" He screamed. "HEEEELLLLPPP!!"

"Mike, shut up! I have freakin' neighbors ya know!" I spit out. I look around, frantically, hoping some crazed old lady would stick her head out and yell something at me! I sighed, realizing he's not going to shut up. "Mike, shh. Okay okay let's just get you up and in the car okay? I'll take you to the school. Okay?"

"Yes." Mike gave me a, I think, seductive smile. I shuddered. His smile grows, thinking I'm shuddering out of pleasure! Ew, I thought. Disgusting. But I pulled him up anyway. Mike leaned on me, on all of me. His hand snaked around my waist, his head dropped on my shoulder. Don't scream, Bella, I keep thinking. Don't scream. I manage to make it to my car and slump Mike in the back seat. I hopped in the front seat and Mike was screaming again, "Oh, no! My face will be permanantly messed up! OH NO." Come on, Mike. It can't get much worse than it was before anyway. But I would never say that out loud. That's the thing about me. I think all these things I should probably say out loud and I don't. I keep all my thoughts-- no matter how hilarious-- in my teeny, little head. Because I'm sure one day, they will get me in trouble.

"Okay, Mike. We are in the nurse's office. Bye!" I exclaimed and hurried out of that room as fast as possible, which was a mistake. For the second time that day, I tripped and fell flat on my face. Except it was concrete now. So I'm bleeding. And I hate blood. So I sat up, criss-cross applesauce, on the sidewalk, waiting for someone to find me because I twisted my ankle pretty bad and don't wanna walk on it. That's when I saw them.

They all made their way, silently, gracefully, away from the front office. They didn't see me. I successfully hid myself and watched as these beautiful creatures stopped by what I can assume were their cars. One was tall and had dark, curly hair and a muscular body. The girl he was with was stunningly beautiful. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. The other pair was a man with blonde hair and looked as if he was in pain. The girl he was with was pixie-like, small, but you could tell she was feisty. I don't want to underestimate her, I thought. But, there was another. He was all alone, standing at the side of his car. Staring at me. He had gorgeous bronze hair, sticking out in all the right places. He had golden, topaz eyes, like the rest of them, and a perfectly angular face. But he was staring at me. Waiting, daring me to move. I sat there, dumbfounded, at this stranger. This amazingly good looking stranger… but never mind that. I heard the warning bell and yet the stranger, nor me, didn't move.

Slowly, I stood up. The stranger's eyes went wide and his strange stare changed to a murdering, if-looks-could-kill, full-on glare! I continued to stare at him, questioningly. His glare shifted from my face to my neck. Then to my hands and my arms. I looked down to all those areas and saw exactly what he's staring at. Blood. My dried up, disgusting blood, caked on my hands, neck, and arms. Oh, I thought. That's weird. I look up to the stranger again and he's gone. Completely vanished. But, I only looked down for about, hm… 4 seconds. And the parking lot is completely empty. That is so weird, I thought. I looked around to see Mike wobbling out of the nurses office with his nose all bandaged up. I rolled my eyes and walked past him to the office. He doesn't see me apparently because he let me walk past with no glance.

"Hey…" I let my voice trail off because I'm pretty sure my appearance does all the talking. I was finished with in there quickly so I left to try and make it to first period.

"Hi, Mr. Menchoff. Sorry I'm late I had an accident outside and you know how clumsy I am and it was raining and all slippery outside…" I ranted off all the reasons he shouldn't give me detention for begin 45 minutes late, in the perfect angelic voice teachers love to hear.

"Of course, Miss Swan. Please, just take a seat. Would the new kids in the school please come up and introduce themselves since Miss Bella has now arrived?" Mr. Menchoff suggested.

As I walked to my seat in the back of the classroom, four of the strangers I saw this morning were walking to the front of the classroom. The short pixie one smiled a huge, flashy smile that left me dazzled by their perfect white color. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I took my seat, gently and slowly, to not trip-- again.

"Hi! I'm Alice Cullen. We are from New Jersey. This is Jasper Hale. He hates speaking in public. It makes him nervous," Alice giggled in a high pitched squeak. She turned to look at Jasper and they smiled at each other, in a loving way that made you feel like you were interrupting a personal moment. I shifted in my seat.

"And I am Rosalie Hale and this is Emmett Cullen," The gorgeous Rosalie explained, as she pointed to the muscular man I saw earlier. He had a humongous grin plastered on his face as he waved, childishly to the class. Rosalie rolled her eyes at him as they took their seats again. Wow, I thought. They are so beautiful.

As Alice walked to her seat, she flashed me another grin. I blinked 3-4 times before I could focus on anything again. Why is she so friendly to me? She doesn't even know me. I sneaked a glance at her during class, not needing to pay attention, considering I've read Romeo and Juliet a million times. She was sitting - no bouncing - in her seat. This little pixie seemed very hyper. The man, Jasper, was next to her, just staring at her pale face. That's cute, but kinda creepy.. but cute, I thought. I wish I had someone that could stare at me like that.. With that thought the bell decided to ring and 1st period was over. Off to trig, I thought.

I walked into the hallway, automatically being bombarded by my peers. I heard a 'Hi, Bella!' and a 'Hey, what's up giiirrrl?'. I just smiled at all of them, not sure who was saying what. I tried to walk through, but they were all pushed up against me.

"Can you guys please move? I don't want to be late," I politely explained.

"Yeah," almost everyone one of them mumbled under their breath, disappointed yet again that I didn't express any interest in them. When I wish none of them would show interest in me.Honestly, I do not understand why I am so 'popular'. Maybe it's because I'm nice or because I am smart.. ? I could never give someone a straight answer to that.

I walked to my locker, and I found Alice Cullen leaning against it, smirking. Well, that's not very nice, I thought.

"Um.. hi?" I said. "Do you need something?"

"No, not really," she simply replied.

"Then you are blocking me from my locker because..?" I question her, shifting my weight between my right to my left foot and crossing my arms, trying to seem intimidating.

She smiled then replied, "Oh, I was just enjoying the show."

I frowned at her and just waited patiently for her to leave. I continued waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting. "Well, can you leave? I kind of want to make it to 2nd period on time today," I snapped. I didn't really want to be mean to her, but I have always been a little short-tempered.

"Fine, no need to get snappy, Bella," Alice whipped at me and stomped away on her dangerous high heels. I stuck my tongue out on her retreating back. Be that way, I thought.

I spun around real fast and smacked into something-- hard. My first thought is I really need to stop whipping around really fast. It could end much worse than the first two times. Then, I realized I wasn't anywhere near the wall, so what could I have smacked into? I open my eyes, which I must have closed on the impact, and find I'm staring at a perfectly muscular chest. I tilted my head to the side, and I could feel my eyebrows beginning to crease. Hmm, I think. What exactly did I run into? Looking up, I meet the same, horrifying black eyes I saw in the parking lot. Oh no…