Hello guys, it's Emily! I'm so happy to finally release my first story with the character Brooke in it! She is a very, very dear character to me and I hope you enjoy her as much as I do. Also, I really recommend you go to my profile page to know more about this character, which I will be using in a lot of my stories. Thanks!

Oh yeah, also, there are a lot of mistakes I've tried to fix, but for some reason, the site won't let me so just try to ignore those and enjoy!

"Brooke, wake up, it's your first day of school!" My mother yelled from the doorway where she was standing. Thanks for reminding me, I felt like saying but was too tired to form the words. I shuffled around in my comfortably warm bed to convince her I was getting up, but she turned the bedroom light on just to make sure. She turned and walked away to get ready for the day like she wanted me to do. I exhaled, relieved she was gone so I could rest a little while longer. I knew it was wrong to tease myself with more sleep, but I settled with the thought that I wasn't going to let myself doze off again.

I allowed my mind to wander through memories, thoughts and opinions of random things until a flood of disappointment and fright flowed through me as I remembered where I , of the very well known vampires and werewolves from the Twilight series. At first, I was somewhat excited to see the famous town, but moving here was just going too far. It was such a small town, despite the tourists that flooded the place mostly during the summer, and I almost despised the emptiness.I willed myself to open my eyes in the bright, fluorescent light and sighed. It seemed like an hour until I finally made myself get up and throw on the stylish outfit I picked out last night. After I finished getting dressed, I brought my makeup with me into the bathroom. I started my makeup as I usually would, but chose a shimmery, silver brown eye shadow, applying it on neatly. Next, I traced a tidy black line above my top lashes with the liquid liner I loved so much and swiped on mascara until my eyelashes were thick and that, I ran the brush through my lengthy, black hair, styled it the best way I could and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

My mom had already been out here, the freshly brewed coffee served as evidence. I poured myself a cup of the drink, always needing the caffeine it contained in the mornings, and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard to gather some milk and cereal in.

I ate breakfast slowly, thinking about the unpredictable day ahead. I knew myself well and was aware that I would most likely look specifically for some abnormally beautiful people at school. I mean I couldn't possibly help it. We were in Forks after all.

My mother came out when my bowl was almost completely empty, and she slipped two slices of bread into the toaster.

"Are you excited for school?" She asked as she grabbed her lunch from the fridge.

"Yeah, I guess, but I just can't wait to get the first day over with."

"I know, it's always hard at first." I was silent as she called my sister down and buttered her toast after it was perfectly brown.

"Maybe if I'm lucky," I muttered, "I'll see some vampires today." I snickered quietly to myself.

"Why would you see vampires?" She must have not known that this town was the setting in Stephenie Meyers' books.

"This is where the vampires in Twilight supposedly live."

"Oh..." she said in a way that either meant she had no clue what I was talking about or was obviously uninterested.

I ignored it and after my sister grabbed the piece of toast my mom handed her, we rushed to the car.

"I don't really want to go to school," my little sister mentioned after the car ran smoothly down the street. She was clearly nervous for school as I was, but I had it harder than her. Even though she was going to be a new freshman, while I was going to be a be junior, it would be quite easy for her to make friends. She was both outgoing and pretty. As for me, I was almost the exact opposite. It wasn't as effortless to make friends for me and I hadn't ever been called pretty outside of my family (you know, since they had to say that), unless it was a joke or an obvious lie. It would be tough, I thought, I wasn't very familiar with being a new student anyway. Then I realized this was a chance to start over. It was a new school, and I could be a new person. I guess I could be outgoing too. Of course, I was already, but only around people I knew well. This was the chance to put my cares behind me and be open and gregarious everywhere. This new realization gave me little hope.

We finally arrived at Forks high school, and our mom escorted us to the office building. The nice office lady handed us both a schedule and a sheet to get signed by every teacher by the end of the day, and I looked at her in disbelief.

This had to be a joke that she played on every new student at Forks, it was just too similar to Bella's first day, but the look on her face convinced me otherwise. After we left the office, my mom turned to us.

"I'll pick you guys up after school, okay?" she said as we arrived back at the car, "Would you please put your sweater on, it's freezing," she told my sister. She rolled her eyes and slipped on the jacket she held in her hand. Our mother hugged each one of us and buckled herself into the driver's seat, we all said our last goodbyes and she was off, disappearing from the school parking lot.

"It's so dark," I muttered unhappily.

"Yeah I know. It's suppose to be sunny in the morning," my little sister answered. She crossed her arms and started towards the closest building, her long, black hair, that took hours to curl this morning, blew back, almost slapping me in the face. The smell of the usual sugar sweet perfume she drenched on in the mornings before going to our old school gave a reminder of it and how much I missed it.

"My class is over here," I called as she walked in a totally different direction. She turned around and stood in front of me again.

"I'm kind of scared," she admitted, something she usually didn't do when it came to her fears.

"You'll be fine; school will be over as soon as you know it and we'll see each other at lunch."

"Okay…bye."

"Bye," I waved and trudged to a different building. I was slightly uneasy from both the nerves and the similarities the fictional school and this school had. First of all, it had been sheet, and then how some classrooms were separated by different building. Stephenie Meyer must have done some accurate research about Forks high.

I continued walking to my Algebra 2 class, following behind a guy that didn't yet notice me and leading another one into the room. Just as the class turned their heads to view me, I went up to the teacher.

After a short, observant glance, he took the paper I offered him and scribbled his first and last name on an empty line. When he handed it back, he stood up next to me.

"Class, this is Brooke. She's a new student and I want you to make her feel welcomed."

Introductions, not my favorite, but tolerable. The room fell silent and everyone stared at me with either exhausted or just plain bored expressions.

"Hi," I spoke, after smiling my best.

"Sit down there, next to Jenifer." He pointed near the back at an bare seat.

"Okay."

I stepped down the aisle as eyes watched and took a seat in the appropriate place. Finally, the teacher continued a lesson I had already learned and most people turned towards him.

So far, my first day of school wasn't as bad as I expected. I truly only feared the 'new' part, but by the end of the day, I wouldn't be brand new and soon, people would except me as a regular student. It sort of made me sad, however. I was already a regular student, but at my old school, back in my old city. The town I grew up in for almost 7 years. It was hard to say goodbye to everyone I knew and produced some tears as we abandoned the city. I had to be strong though, I would be 18 in 2 years and could move wherever I desired. I settled on that for the rest of the class until finally, the bell rung.