Hey, everyone! I'm Janelle (xoStarlightxo) and this is my first fanfiction and I'm very, very excited about it! I've been reading quite a bit of Twilight fanfictions on here a lot recently, so I decided it would be pretty fun to make one of my own. So, not too long ago, I was brainstorming and trying to think of an idea, and this one came to me. I thought it was too perfect, so I definitley had to use it.

Just to catch everyone up to speed, here is the information of where this series is taking off: Bella Swan, 18, is best friends with Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. She had just gotten out of a very serious relationship with Jacob Black, so she was slightly hurt. Edward Cullen, who had just turned 21, applyed for a job at Forks High School. He landed a job as the art teacher, since the last one was recently fired.

That's where I'm starting out from. I know a lot of you guys are jumping to conclusions, and those conclusions may or may not be right.

Please enjoy chapter 1, "Mrs. Bella Cullen." =) Btw, this is an ALL-HUMAN fanfic.

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BELLA'S POV:

I tucked the hairs that creeped over my face behind my ear. Currently, I was listening to one of my best friend's, Alice Brandon, ramble on about a pair of high-heels she had seen at Macey's.

It was a day before the second week of high school, and I was unusually excited. I guessed it was just because the work would give me something more to do. I was listening to a teen gushing about shoes.

"But," Alice continued. "I couldn't purchase them because I came without my purse. So I rushed back to my house, picked up my Prada, and then went straight back. And guess what? They were GONE! And it wasn't just in my size! All of the other sizes were—"

I zoned out at that point. Where was Rosalie when you needed her?

While Alice was mentioning something about the price, the door flew open. In came my dad, Charlie. He was the chief of police. Not very much action in the small town of Forks, though.

"Hey, Charlie!" I was glad for the distraction. One person could only take so much Alice.

He nodded to me. "Hey, Bells."

"Charlie!" Alice ran up to him and hugged him, hard.

"Oomf!" it knocked the breath out of Charlie. "Hello, Alice...?"

Charlie loved Alice to pieces, but at his age, he couldn't take much of the hugging Alice offered him.

Alice smiled brightly and then danced back to the recliner in which she sat in before Charlie came through the door. She leaned back in the chair and let out a heavy sigh.

Charlie hung up his gun, and then turned to face us. "Excited for week number two tomorrow?"

"No," Alice groaned. "I miss summer. No stupid teachers, no stupid bitchy girls. Just me and friends."

I laughed at her serious lack of enthusiasm. "Come on. At least it hasn't been confirmed that Ms. Anderson will be our art teacher this year."

"Ugh.." Alice replied. "She was awful. I think guys make better art teachers."

I bobbed my head in argreement. "Yeah, me, too. I'm hoping for a male art teacher."

"Yeah," Alice picked up a worn-out issue of Seventeen she had brought over and opened up to a random page. She made occasional comments like, "Fake!" or "Yeah, right!", or "EWWW!". I had to laugh at her. Being friends with Alice Brandon definitley had its benefits.

Charlie let out a slight chuckle. "I'll see you ladies in the morning. I know it's early, but I'm beat. You are staying over, right Alice?"

"Yeah," she replied, not looking up from the magazine. "That's total BULL!"

Laughing, Charlie stomped his way up the stairs, leaving a trail of dirt from his shoes along the way.

My stomach growled. "Alice, do you want me to make popcorn?"

She threw the magazine onto the floor. "Sure. Movie theater butter?"

"Of course!" I cheered, getting up from the couch.

The loud sound of the door open startled me and made me jump. I saw Rosalie at the door, drenched in rain.

"Rose?" I gasped, too shocked to let out more than one word.

She nodded and then headed for the couch. "Can I stay here tonight? I had a fight with Royce."

Royce was Rosalie's boyfriend of five years. They got together during middle school, and they've been close ever since. Royce's parents had died recently, so Rosalie's parents had agreed to letting him stay at her house. She was very excited about the idea, but lately, they've been having a lot of fights.

"What happened?" Alice asked, handing Rose an un-opened can of Diet Coke. "Was it his fault? What did he do?"

Rosalie cracked open the can and chugged half the can down. "Royce was going through my purse—God knows why—and he found a couple of pictures of James in there."

James Tracker had been Rosalie's ex-boyfriend. It was a small fling when she and Royce were taking a break. But it turned more serious at one point, and pictures started to be taken. They did seem pretty good for each other at one point, but Rosalie couldn't resist staying away from Royce.

"And?" I pushed for more information.

Rose sighed. "He confronted me about them, he said that I shouldn't be keeping pictures of my ex-boyfriends in my purse."

"UH!" Alice said. "That is so stupid! Girls don't clean out their purses 27/7!"

"I know," Rosalie continued. "but he clearly didn't, It was a long stupid argument, and I got to the point where I didn't want to be around him."

I took a brief swig from my Green Tea bottle. "Wow. Mabey this whole moving-in thing wasn't as good an idea as we all thought it was."

"Yeah," Rosalie replied, finishing off the Diet Coke. "I just wish that all the drama would vanish. I want it to be just him in I, nothing or no one else. And he's making that so damn complicated."

I placed a comforting hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "Life isn't easy, is it? I was just about to make some popcorn for Alice and I. Do you want me to make you some as well?"

She nodded. "Yes, please."

I gave her a warming smile and then walked to the kitchen. Since Charlie hates cooking, I make all of his meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Although, we usually have cereal for breakfast. That he can handle.

Because of Charlie's repulse towards cooking, he allowed me to personalize the kitchen to my liking. I had bought a spice rack, a wine cooler to store on the top of the refrigerator (Charlie likes to keep his beers in there), tins to hold basic ingrediants such as sugar and flower, and we had a lazy susan installed. It was my dream kitchen, without the diner theme.

The movie theater butter popcorn was stored in the lazy susan. I walked over to it, and spun it to the left. I pulled three bags from the popcorn box, and removed the wrappers of all three.

After seven minutes and thirty seconds of popping, I poured the popcorn from the bags into three large metal bowls. Once I found a way to position my arms so I could hold all of the bowls, I walked back into the living room, only to find Rosalie sobbing into Alice's shoulder.

"He doesn't know how strong my love for him is!" Rose cried to Alice. "And if he did, I bet he still wouldn't care."

"Oh, sweetie," Alice rand her fingers through Rosalie's long, blond hair. "It's going to be okay. You and Royce are just hitting a rough patch. It's okay, it's okay...."

Silently, I took a seat next to them on the couch, placing the popcorn bowls on the coffee table infront of the couch. "Rose?"

"Yeah?" she didn't move.

"I put the popcorn on the coffee table. You know, if you want it."

Rosalie moved her head away from Alice's shoulder to take a big handful of popcorn from one of the bowls and stuffing it into her mouth.

"Things are going to work out," I told her. "He knows that you love him. He does know. And he loves you, too."

She looked up from staring at her knees to look at me. "You think?"

"Of course," I said, holding the side of her face. "You and Royce are great together Perfect, actually."

She laughed.

"Things are going to word out," I said. "Love will find a way."

"Thanks," she murmered to me. She then proceeded to shoving another handful of buttery popcorn into her mouth.

Alice took away the bowl. "Don't stress-eat, Rose. It's not good for you."

"Bull," Rosalie replied, grabbing another handful from one of the other bowls.

At this, I had to laugh.

Alice pulled a MAC DazzleGlass out from her pocket and swiped it across her lips. "Funtabulous..."

Rosalie giggled.

"Do you have any cotton candy?" Alice randomly asked. "For some reason, I've been having a weird craving for some."

"What, are you pregnant?" Rosalie joked.

I burst out laughing, recieving a glare from Alice. I stopped, but it was difficult.

"I'll go check and see if I have any, Alice," I said, getting off the couch.

Alice glanced at me. "Hey, Bella? Wanna hear a joke?"

"No, I gotta good one right here," I said. "An Alice walked into a bar..."

She glared, and I was off.

EDWARD'S POV:

One of my best friends, Jasper Whitlock, and I were laughing hysterically at Emmett McCarty, my other best friend, stumbling all over the stairs.

"Stop laughing!" Emmett snapped, "It is not funny! I'm still recovering from my foot surgery!"

Jasper laughed harder. "That surgery was, like, a year ago, man!"

He grumbled, and finished his trip up the stairs sucessfully.

We were all lounging in Jasper's room with a scary movie, cold beers, and some rock music in the background. This was my life.

I stared at the HD TV, watching a woman get horrifyingly stabbed. "I don't get the essense of this movie."

"Pfft..." Emmett said, taking a seat on his leather couch. "Essense..."

The movie cut too an end, the credits rolling by so fast, I could just barely read the cast.

Emmett gulped down some beer, some of it dripping down his face. "That is what I call an excellent movie."

Of course it was. All Emmett really cared about was blood, gore, beer, video games, and women.

And I cared about women, too. Just not the same way Emmett did. I actually cared about them. Emmett just cared about what's under their clothes.

Jasper was a balance between the two of us. I respected him for finding just the medium, but Emmett just wonders why the hell he isn't more like him than me.

The credits finished, and the screen cut to the DVD menu. I shuddered. The menu was just as gorey and disgusting as the whole movie,

Emmett, who unfortunately held the remote, pressed 'Play' and restarted the bloody film all over again.

I sighed. I wasn't one hundred percent satisfied with my life. I just got a job as an art teacher and that was definitely not what I went to college for. I had to work tomorrow, and it was my first day. I wasn't nervous because how intimidating could a couple classes filled with high schoolers be?

My life down-spirled immediately after I failed to persue my dad's career. Carlisle is a very sucessful doctor at the Forks hospital. I decided to follow in his footsteps because the medical world fascinates me in an unexplainable way. After I failed to become sucessful in becoming a doctor, I considered medical research. Not a chance. Apparentally, once I apply for something at the Forks hospital, I'm not allowed to apply to anything else until the end of the year. If I've known that, mabey I wouldn't have taken the risk in the first place.

Jasper threw an empty beer can at my head. "Edward! You're dozing off on us."

"Sorry," I quickly apologized, shocked by the sudden attention.

I gawked with disgusted eyes at the TV, feeling uneasy about the death. My old friend, Laurent, had been murdered with cruelity compared to this film, it made me slightly uncomfortable.

I allowed my golden brown eyes to wander to where ever they may lead to keep my mind of of the fact that a man who looks very similiar to Laurent is being slaughtered with a butcher knife.

"Oh-Oh-OH!" Emmett commented. "Sucks to be him!"

You think? I thought.

Throwing my jacket over my shoulder, I headed for the door. "Guys, I think I'm going to have to take off. My job starts tomorrow, and I think I need to personalize my classroom more."

"Oh," Jasper said, a little surprised. "Okay. I'll call you tomorrow after work."

"Bye, Eddie!" Emmett teased. I hated when he called me that.

When I was out of Jasper's house, I got in my silver Volvo and began to drive to Forks High School. The drive there was smooth, there was light traffic. The red lights her minimul. The amount of rain was very good for Forks: only a light sprinkle.

I pulled my Volvo into the school's parking lot and I stepped out, bringing a sleek, black briefcase with me.

My way to my classroom was very easy to get to. When I walked in through the entrance, all I had to do is walk to the end of the hallway and then go into the door on the right.

On the walls was some of my favorite pieces of artwork from various artists, and even some sketches I drew myself. I had filled my desk with files needed, and I had already personalized my Mac that the school had provided for me. The top of my desk was neatly organized: small stacks of important documents sat in the corners, a small lamp took up little of the desk while my computer took up a lot,

Satisfied with the way things were looking, I unpacked some other important documents from my briefcase and into some files in the file cabinets.

A small rap on the door made me jump, and I greeted whoever it was with a, "Come in! Please!"

In came a girl dressed in designer clothing and hair that spiked out to the side. She was generally pretty, her eyes matched the shade of mine.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Alice Cullen. I'm going to be in your class tomorrow. You're first class, actually."

I smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alice." I walked away from my desk to give Alice a hand-shake.

"I'm actually here because I like to meet all of my teachers before I join them in class," Alice said.

"Ahh..." I said, slightly intrigued.

"Wow," she said, dumbstruck.

I paused. "What?"

"Wow," she repeated. "Like, how old are you?"

I half-smiled. "I'm only twenty-one. I'm here because I met the school's qualifications to the extreme."

She smiled. "Well...umm... I'll see you tomorrow." She walked out the door without another word spoken.

She seemed nice enough. I thought to myself, walking over to my desk. I wonder why she looked so dumbstruck.

Packing some things back into my briefcase, I left my classroom, slightly hoping to run back into Alice.

Nope. No such luck.

Instead of searching around for a student like an idiot, I left the high school and headed back for my Volvo.

I placed my briefcase on the passengers' seat, and began to drive. I drove a little faster than necassary, over the speed limit, but I'm always careful to not do it in front of cops.

My mind was focused on Alice's dumbstruck expression the whole ride home.

BELLA'S POV:

Rosalie's head was cradled in my arms when Alice came bursting through the front door.

"Did you meet the teacher?" I asked, curiously. "It's not Ms. Anderson, is it?"

Alice shook her spiked-out brown hair. "Nope! It's a new guy!"

I shot up without standing, only for Rosalie's benefit. "Yay! Just like we hoped!"

Alice nodded. "Yup. And the best part is... HE'S TOTALLY HOT!"

I laughed. "Ew! Alice! This is a teacher."

She roared with laughter. "It's a twenty-one-year-old teacher!"

Now it was easier to understand. "He's teaching at twenty-one? Isn't that a little young?"

"Yeah," Rosalie was able to remove her head from my lap. "but some people have a hard time getting a job around that age."

I rolled my eyes. "I've got a job and I'm eighteen."`

"I'm not talking about just a small job at Newton's, Bella," Rosalie said.

"I'm aware, but I'm just making a point," I popped a piece of popcorn into my mouth.

Alice plopped right back down on the couch, taking a Diet Coke from the coffee table. She cracked the can open and took a small sip. After, she wiped her mouth and placed the soda on a coaster.

"You don't need to use the coasters, Alice," I told her. "This coffee table can't get more out of shape."

She just shrugged and swatted at a fruit fly that was buzzing around her choker.

Rosalie broke the annoying silence by flicking on the TV. The channel was ESPN, Charlie must've been watching it. Rose changed the channel to MTV, and Made came on. It appeared to be a girl trying to learn how to skateboard.

"Look, she can't even olley!" Alice pointed out. She once dated a guy named Sam Uley, who lives down in La Push, who was a total skateboard nut. I'm guessing that's why Alice would know what the hell an olley was.

I watched the girl fail and fail at doing somewhat basic tricks, and Alice jabbed at her for each one. It was entertaining at first, but I have a short attention span. Rosalie and Alice looked pretty absorbed in the show, so I had some time to myself for some thinking.

School so far had been great. I have a lot of classes with Rose and Alice, which was nice. I've met all my teachers, with the exception of the mystery art teacher, and they all have taken a shine to me. And it's definitley better to be on your teacher's good side. My locker was organized to my liking, and all my supplies her in top condition.

I loved school. I loved the balanced temperature, the learning atmosphere. Forks High School always had the quiet smell of lilacs, which made it easier for me to focus on my work. I also loved the rush of it all, the stressful part of it. I love the feeling I get when I pray that I don't fail the test. Or the feeling when there's a chance of me getting into trouble. It all was great for me. And O honestly couldn't wait for the second week to start up.

I tapped my nails on the wood of the coffee table as Alice and Rosalie seemed oddly fascinated with the girl's skateboarding improvments.

When the show finally came to an end, Rose and Ali fell back in their seats.

"That was interesting," Rosalie commented. "What did you think, Bells?"

I looked to her, searching for words. "It—It was... great. Very, very...erm... intriguing."

"I know, right?" Alice agreed with my lying words. "I love Made. It's definitely one of my favorite TV shows on MTV."

Rosalie and Alice discussed through the whole episode, I gave a few "Mmms" and "Ahhs" for believabilty of interest. But I was really focused on the new art teacher. Would he find me as appealing as the other teachers had? Will his age effect his teaching ability, making it harder for me to keep my straight A's?

They had finished their mini-discussion, and were now switching the channel to the Discovery Channel. Now that's my kind of channel.

I listened intently to a man discussing some new-found facts on the ancient Mayans. I fell deep into his clear, crystal voice as he spoke interesting facts about the Mayan culture.

Alice, immediately bored with the show, slumped back into her seat and put on more lip glass. It was her way of saying, "I'm as bored as hell with this, so let's over-glass my lips."

Ignoring Alice, I continued to listen to the man's voice. It was something that calmed me. Comforted me.

"Alice, did you bring any magazines?" Rosalie asked Alice while she applied some lip glass of her own.

"Yup," she replied, tossing Rose the issue Alice rejected with disgusted remarks.

"Poor Leighton Meester," Rosalie said, running her fingers over the destroyed issue. "Her face is all tattered."

Alice rolled her eyes and I chuckled. I picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"We should probably go upstairs for bed," I suggested. "It's getting late."

They nodded and followed my up my creaking stairs.

My room's walls were covered with pictures of beautiful photography, mathematical charts, and promo posters for Imogen Heap and Frou Frou that I created myself. My desk was clear: nothing ontop but my HP laptop. My carpet was a faded cream—it matched my curtains perfectly.

Ali and Rose walked into the closet and pulled out two red sleeping bags. They layed them out next to my bed, flattening the wrinkle out with their hands.

We all climbed under the covers and I turned out the lamp, none of us bothering to change out of our clothes.

It wasn't long from that point that I was completely out, a nightmare forming:

I was standing in the middle of a large city, no one else around.

The lighting was dark, with a lot of light blue. The sky was starless, and the moon glimmered.

I began to panic, being frightened by the scene. The wind whipped my hair verociously around my face, making it stick to my Dr. Pepper ChapStick.

Not knowing what this nightmare was going to present, I began to run full-speed in my Nike sneakers. But for some reason, I was a lot slower than usual.

My energy was gone within minutes, and I gasped for air. I stopped by a tall building. It contained no windows or doors: it was just a never ending tower of bricks and cement.

Next to the tower, was another one. There was a small space between the two of them. I walked over to the small space, my back facing the rest of the city.

I just gawked at the scene for ten minutes, just standing there. I felt something behind me...

It hissed. I whipped my head around, to find a very, very pale woman. Her skin had some blue tones to it. Her brown hair reached her feet, her eyes were blood-red, and her teeth... they looked razor sharp.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I ran as fast as I could down the space between the two towers. I was forced to stop when a brick wall connected the towers.

I turned around. The woman was just standing where I saw her last, her face keeping the same, dead expression.

A blast of lightning and thunder made everything go black for half a second, and the woman was closer.

The same thing happened, only this time, the woman was right in the front of me.

Too shocked to scream, I stood there motionless. A smile pulled at the scary woman's lips. She reached her hand out and touched my cheek with grace.

Her skin was ice-cold. I let out a little squeak in response.

This angered her. Her smile instantly turned into a frown, and she stared at me with the blank look in her eyes. She tightened her grip on my face, adding her other hand to the other side of my self. Shots of serious pain in my face started building, and I cried out in agony.

A black whole appeared near our feet.

She looked at me fiercely and said in a frightening voice, "Deeaattthhhh..."

I screeched out in horror as she heaved me effortlessly down into the hole.

The thought of my life ending brought tears to my eyes. But I promised myself she would make it quick and painless.

It wasn't painless.

EDWARD'S POV:

When I woke up Monday morning, I stretched out with a yawn.

I had a nice, peaceful, dreamless sleep last night. But I had a very big day ahead of me.

From what I have experienced, high school is no walk through the meadow. And ever since I've graduated, I never thought that I would have to go back.

I sighed and got dressed. I decided to wear a white dress shirt, black pants, and a coat. No tie, I'd feel like Carlisle if I wore a tie.

After my coffee, I realized that it was only five-thirty. Surprised, I decided to read through the paper and do the morning crossword.

I had to read through the paper ten times before it was a reasonable hour to be leaving for work.

My Volvo was covered in tiny wet specks: it was normal for it to rain overnight in Forks.

I threw my briefcase into the passenger's seat as I climbed into my car. I put my keys in ignition and drove away from my small house.

My driving was too fast, over the speed limit. While I zoomed pass a Lexus, the driver flipped me off, shaking his shoulder length hair.

When I reached the school, I slowed down and pulled into the parking lot. The lot was filled with early students.

Sighing, I took my briefcase out of the car and shut the door. A few seniors looked up. A frilly, dressed-in-all-pink blonde ran up to me, her books in her arm.

"Do I know you?" she pulled a camera out of her messanger bag. "Because I work for the school year book, and I don't think I saw you here the first week."

"Oh, I—"

"Are you a new student?!" she smiled wide. "Because I can totally give you a tour of the school."

"I'm—"

"Ehmagawd!" she squealed. "Is that a Volvo? I love Volvos! I want one, but I'm stuck with my brother's cast-off truck."

I sighed, wondering how long it will take to be able to talk.

"So, anyways, can I have your picture? The year book committee requires me to take pictures of all students. Especially new ones."

She paused enough for me to be able to talk. "Erm... Actually, I'm not a new student. I'm the new art teacher." I held out my hand for a shake.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at me. "Wait a minute! I'm hitting on a teacher?"

My eyes widened. "You were hitting on me?"

She held her hand to her forehead. "Umm... I—I'm so sorry." She finally accepted my hand-shake.

I shook my head and then slowly pulled it away. "It's okay. My friends are laughing at me for becoming a teacher at twenty-one."

The girl pushed her blond curls behind her ear, revealing a diamond earing. "I'm Joy Baker." Joy scurried away.

Laughing under my breath, I started walking towards the school. A brunette wearing a black shirt that cut off above the ribs twirled her hair flirtaciously. Joy walked up to her and whispered into her ear, "Teacher..."

The brunette immediately stopped twirling her hair. I could tell she was praying that I didn't see her.

What a shame, I thought. I've always prefered brunettes.

The walk to my classroom was a little less... awkward. A few freshmen girls stared in awe, but that's about it.

When the bell rang (homeroom dismissal), I immediatley put down my coffee and doughnut. I prepped the materials I needed for introduction to art class.

Within a minute, three girls came in. One was Alice, the spikey-haired girl I met the day before. The one next to Alice was blond and strikingly beautiful. But the one between them was what brought my attention.

She had dark drown hair, pale skin, and an angel-like smile. Her lack of grace was almost laughable, but I thought it was cute. She wore her hair in a messy, sexy style. She wore little makeup—mabey some mascara and gloss. Skinny jeans surrounded her slim legs and they went nicely with her 'Diet Coke' t-shirt. Her black Nike flip-flops made her appear shorter next to Alice and the blond who were wearing blood-red heels.

To sum it up: I was attracted to her.

But that can't be good. I cannot be attracted to a student. I'm sure it was against school rules.

Oh, God. Not the best way to start my first day.

BELLA'S POV:

I giggled at a comment Rosalie made about Lauren Mallory's new hair cut. We had just entered art class, and I was about to meet the "hot", young teacher.

He was bent over his desk, organizing some loose papers. But then he turned around.

His hair was a beautiful broze shade... I kind of wanted to touch it. He wore black pants and a pea coat, in which covered up his dress shirt. He wore a crisp white smile, his teeth matching his pale skin. His lips were more red than pink, and he had thick, beautiful eyebrows.

To sum it up: I was attracted to him.

I looked to Rose. She was staring at his beautiful face in awe, not moving an inch.

"Told you," Alice whispered into our ears.

I began to swear under my 'Diet Coke' tee.

"Hello, ladies," he said to us, holding a hand out to me.

Surprised that I was able to make a movement, I shook his hand. He then held it out to Rosalie, but she just continued to stare.

"Alice," he said. "I believe me met yesturday."

She nodded. "Yes, we did. These are my best friends."

Alice slapped her hand on Rosalie's back. "I'm Rosalie Hale."

"Nice to meet you Rosalie."

His voice was so beautiful. It was like bells or wind chimes.

"And I'm Isabella Swan," I choked out. "But I prefer Bella."

He smiled. "Ahh... Bella Swan. I took a look at your previous grades. I must say that I'm impressed."

"Thanks," my smile was a little wider than necassary.

"I'm Mr. Edward Cullen," he told us. "I prefer my name to be included with my surname. It makes me feel my age."

I bobbed my head in response.

Rosalie, Alice, and I all took seats next to each other in the front of the class. I gawked at him as he greeted everyone that came in the room. Every once and a while, he would glance back at me.

I began to have fantasies about him, but they were cut short when he sat next to me.

Mike Newton poked my back. "Bella? Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella?!"

I slowly turned my head around. "Shut. UP!"

"Bella!"

Oh, my GOD! I thought. Give it a frickin' rest!

"Bella?! Bellllaaaa?! Isssaaabeeellllaaaa?!"

I whipped my head around. "What, Newton?"

Mike frowned. "Oh, sorry. I just thought we could make small talk before class started."

I groaned. "Fine."

He leaned forward in his seat. "I—I was wondering if you wanted to...umm... go to the movies with me. I wanted to see this romantic comedy."

But I barely heard what he said. I continued to focus on Mr. Edward Cullen's face. It was a little too perfect. I think I can settle for too perfect, though.

Then the bell rang. Class was about to start.

Mr. Edward Cullen wrote his name in perfect Edwardian Script ITC in the top right-hand corner of his classroom-sized dry-erase board.

Mrs. Bella Cullen, I thought to myself.

"Hello, class," he said. "I'm Mr. Edward Cullen. Now, I would like to take the time to get to know everyone in this class. Why don't we start with names? Let's go down the rows..."

"Joy Baker."

"Jessica Stanley."

"Mike Newton."

"B—Bella Swan."

"Rosalie Hale."

"Alice Cullen."

And that continued throughout the rest of the rows.

"Okay," Mr. Edward Cullen said. "Now let's get to know a little bit about me. I'm twenty-one. I was born in Chicago, but I moved to Forks at seventeen. I graduated from Yale..."

I drifted to another fantasy, but I still listened to what he had to say about himself.

"...and I guess that was just a coincidence. I mean come on."

His little insight made all the girls laugh out load. Funny, smart, gorgeous. Without a doubt, the best guy ever.

"Now, let me tell everyone what to expect in this art class," he started. "I am going to give every single person in this room as much creative freedom wanted."

I closed my eyes and let his words sweep me away like a piece of paper caught in the wind.

This was going to be some year.

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Please tell me what you thought of the first chapter. Please let me know if you want to chapters to be longer, shorter, or the same length.

I know the events in this chapter aren't very intriguing yet, but they will get better, I promise. =)

Bella's nightmare? I might get questions about that. I have a reason for randomly throwing it in there, but I can't tell you guys yet. Haha. The reason I shose this kind of dream is that I've been watching a lot of horror movied involving psychopaths or creatures murdering people (weird, I know). Some examples may be Halloween, Friday the Thriteenth, The Grudge 2. I'm not even sure I like those kind of movies, but I was thinking of them when I got to Bella's nightmare.

Look for chapter two! I will be working hard to get it up as soon as possible. =)