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Chapter One *Ellie*

Moments. There are moments that change in a split second. One moment you are fighting to keep your sanity, and then the next you are turning away from it all. But how long can you fight away the darkness that is inside you? How long before your strength turns into weakness? Moments. They can change your life forever.

I'm thinking this as Emma, my sister, and I stare up at the dark-maroon bricked building. Forks High School.

Emma, sporting a cute long-sleeved flowing shirt and jeans, is smiling with confidence. She believes this is going to be good for us. She is positive it will be.

I hope she is right.

We needed a change.

"El, this will be good for us." Emma says as she straightens out her blonde hair.

"Yeah I know." I reply back, noticing the misty air is making my blonde curls puff out a little.

Emma starts walking up the sidewalk, looks over her shoulder at me, and says, "Come on lets get our schedules."

I take a step before I get this overwhelming feeling.

Someone is watching me.

Fear sets in. Did he find us?

My blue eyes roam the area, and find not him watching me, but someone else entirely.

A dark headed guy with a brooding smile, leaning against a very fancy car, staring right at me.

He crosses his muscled arms, and stretches his smile wider when he notices that I have spotted him.

"Ellie hurry up!" Emma yells from up the sidewalk.

I ignore the weird feeling this guy gives me, and run after Emma.

"There was a guy looking at me." I tell her.

Emma nods. "There are a lot of guys looking at you. They are looking at me too."

I look around us and notice what she is talking about.

Guys are staring at us. Some more settle than others. Some winking, and gazing more at our butts than our faces.

Great. Just great.

Creeps are the last thing I want to deal with.

Emma and I head into the main building of the school to get our schedules.

The office is little, covered with small plants, and smells of flowers.

An older lady is sitting behind the desk, with a smile plastered on her face.

"Hello girls. How can I help you?" She asks us, as she pats down her bobbed hair.

I return her smile and walk up to the desk. "Hi I'm Ellie Davenport and this is Emma Davenport..."

"Oh yes! You are our two new transfers!" She says excitedly.

We both nod.

She spends the next few minutes explaining everything to us. She gives us our maps of the school, and a paper for each of our teachers to sign. After that, she sends us on our way.

We get back outside, and look down at our maps and schedules.

"What is your first class?" I ask her, hoping we have it together.

She points to her first class and sighs. "Calculus. What about you?"

"English. I guess I'll see you later." I tell her.

"Yeah we will meet back here before..." She checks both of our schedules to see if we have anything together. "Lunch. At least we have that together."

"Okay sounds good." I say, before heading to C building. At least I think I am heading to C building.

I spot the bold black C at the side and sigh in relief. I stretch my hand out to open the door, when a random guy jumps in front of me.

"Hey there gorgeous." He says to me as he eyes me up and down.

I roll my eyes at him.

He runs his fingers through his blonde curly hair and winks.

I'm guessing all the girls goes nuts over this.

"I'm trying to get to class." I say, completely annoyed.

He ignores what I say to him and takes a step closer to me. "What's your name? Mine is Jason."

"I don't think she cares Jason, now get out of her way." I hear a guy behind me say.

I turn to see who the guy is and feel my heart jump.

The guy who was watching me from the parking lot. He gives me a smile before turning his attention back on Jason.

"Emmett, I don't think it is any of your business." Jason tells him.

Emmett, apparently, laughs a little before his expression turns serious. "Jason I would move if I were you."

Jason looks between Emmett and I. "Whatever. I'll see you later gorgeous." He walks away with a look of anger.

"Thank you for that." I say to Emmett as we walk into the building together.

Emmett gives me a light nod. "No problem. The guy is a douche."

I nod my head in agreement. I could tell the moment he stepped in front of me. I know guys like that. They only want one thing.

"I'm sorry I was being a creep earlier." Emmett says.

I look up at him and smile. Honestly, I didn't find him creepy and I don't know why. There is just something about him. I laugh at myself. I don't even know this guy. How can I possibly know he isn't a creep.

He looks at me questioningly, waiting for a response.

My light blue eyes look into his crazy gold colored ones. "I didn't think you was being a creep."

Once again, that cute smile stretches across his pale face.

Cute? I think he's cute?

Well crap.

We both walk into English, I guess he has this class too. "Good. I'm glad."

I head to the teacher's desk as Emmett goes to his seat.

"Hi I'm Ellie Davenport. Your new student." I tell the teacher politely.

She looks up from her book and smiles. It's a big toothy grin. Her lips are a bright red against her light skin. Her dark hair is up in a twisted bun with a few gray hairs showing through. Her brown eyes are dark behind her black rimmed glasses.

"Hello Ellie, I'm Mrs. Kay." She tells me before she takes my slip and signs it on the first line. "You can go sit next to..." Her dark eyes trail along the rows of students to see where I should sit. "Emmett Cullen."

I ignore the happy feeling bubbling up inside of me and take my seat next to him.

Mrs. Kay gets out of her seat and walks to the front of the classroom. She begins class by discussing Shakespeare.

I follow suit with the other students as they take out their notebooks to make notes on what she is discussing.

At the end of her long lecture about him and his poetic writing; she asks us to write a poem for class tomorrow.

"That is the last thing I want to do." Emmett whispers to me.

The bell rings then, and students rush to leave the classroom.

"So you don't like poetry huh?" I ask Emmett jokingly as we walk out.

"Not really." He laughs with me before he spots someone in the hallway ahead of us.

The guy glares at Emmett and shakes his head.

I look up at Emmett, whose lips has turned down into a frown. "Who is that guy?"

"That's my brother. I have to go Ellie." He leaves me then, with no more smiles, and no promises to talk to me later.

His brother smacks his arm and shakes his head. His blonde curls shake madly as he does this. He glares at me one more time before they both walk away.

Emmett never looks back.

What just happened?