Freshmen. They're many words to describe us. Immature, stupid, ignorant, annoying, freshmeat, plus many more. But what I want to be in high school is completely different. I want to be noticed. I want to be unique and I'm going to accomplish it.
That's what I thought when my mom was taking me to school. I was worried, and excited. It's not everyday when you get to become a new student. Especially in a small town that has the population of 1,043 people.
"Honey, you'll going to bite off your lip." my said me with her eyes still on the road.
"Sorry;" I said sheepishly. "I'm just really worried." Normally I wouldn't be. But since not everyone is going to be at school today I am. It's only the first day for freshmen and seniors.
My mom had one hand on the steering wheel and one patting my knee reassuringly. "Honey, you're going to be just fine, there is no reason for you to be worrying."
That didn't help me one bit. I was gnawing my lip off, and bouncing my leg up and down. We finally arrived at the school. "Forks High School. Home of the Spartans!" I read the sign and I looked to my left and in front of the building was all the guy seniors in lawn chairs wearing sunglasses holding up signs, "Welcome, Freshmeat!" God help me.
My mom pulling up in front of the seniors and she looked over and muttered something like, "Ha, that's clever." or "Ha, that's cute." I rolled my eyes at her and jumped out of the car and she yelled something like, "Have a nice day, honey!" But I acted like I didn't hear her.
I got out of car and swiftly walked to the building crossing my arms over my chest because the weather sucks here. When I raked my bangs out of my face I heard a senior whistle then said, "Damn! I love freshmeat!" I heard some chuckles.
I blushed and walked quickly into the building. When I was in the building I sighed in relief. I walked to the office to grab my schedule. I was looking at my schedule and not paying attention to my surroundings and that's when I hit something. I staggered for a few minutes.
"Oh!" a voice chirped. She sort of steadied me then asked, "Are you okay?" she laughed but with a worried look on her face.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I questioned but laughed. Then I really looked at her. She had short black hair, probably to right about to her chin, and she's tiny. I mean, really tiny. I'm not talking about Nicole Richie tiny, but, she's pretty close.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that.." I said shyly and blushing.
She just waved me off and said, "Don't worry about it." She smiled brightly. Then she asked, "Are you Isabella Swan?" She narrowed her gaze at me.
I was surprised that she knew who I was. "Um, yeah, But if you don't mind I prefer if you called me Bella." I said sheepishly. "How'd you know that?"
She laughed. "Oh, Bella, it's not hard guessing who is new here. It's a small school. Oh, by the way, I'm Alice." She said, well more like chirped.
"Are you a freshman?" I asked.
"Yup!" she exclaimed.
I grinned. I'm going to really like her. "What do you have first period?" I asked. And just like that we started talking about what periods we had together and we walked down the hallway searching for our classes.