I got Stephenie Meyer to help with my disclaimer!!!!

SM: I OWN TWILIGHT!!!HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

ME: OKAY ITS NOT FUNNY!!! REALLY YOUR JUST THE HELP RIGHT NOW!!!!

Edward:HAHAHAHHA SHE OWNS TWILIGHT!!!!!

ME: SHUTUP IT ISNT FUNNY!

Alice: And they say I belong in an institute. SHOPPING!!!!! ~twitch twitch~

SM:HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!!!!

ME: OKAY JUST READ THE STORY NOW!!

SM:HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

E, SM, & A:HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!

ME:*sniff* you made me cry!!

Chapter 1:

"Bella! Wake Up!" My dad yelled at me.

"No! I don't want to!" Was all I could scream out before my blankets were pulled off of my body.

"First day of school! Up! NOW!" Charlie must've been mad. He was never like this.

"Ten minutes 'till we leave. You better be up and ready or you will walk to school." He said.

I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans with a blue shirt and my vans before heading downstairs to get my waffles out of the toaster.

"Charlie! Let's go!" I yelled to him.

I got into the cruiser and it took all of ten minutes to arrive at Forks High School. Oh Joy! More School. ~sigh~

I got to the office and picked up my schedule from the office and nodded a thanks while I signed some papers. When I walked out through the double doors I ran into a short, spikey haired girl.

"Hi! My name is Alice! You must be the new girl! Isabella." She said to me.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked, honestly curious.

"Everyone has been talking about you! Your like the hottest new topic in the school!" She replied enthusiastically.

"Everyone has been talking about me?" I said in disbelief.

"Well almost everyone. Just not the 'populars'." She said.

She said the name like a disease. It must be a pretty bad group.

Every class went fast besides first period before lunch. At lunch I met Rosalie Hale.

"I love your hair!" Was the first thing she said to me. Awkward.

"Yeah thanks." I muttered as I sat down at the table we had approached.

I started eating my lunch and was comfortable, until I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and found a wannabe gangster looking bronze haired boy.

"Who's he?" I asked Alice.

"He's Edward," she said to me in a tone as if he made her sick, "My brother." She stopped there and Rosalie started in.

"He's a total player. Don't let him get to you." She said through a mouthful of salad.

"Wasn't planning on it." I said through a chuckle.

"Why is he looking at me like that though."

"Just don't make eye contact. He'll stop." Alice told me in a matter of fact voice.

"Okay."