Hey, what's that? Is it? Really? Again? OMEC it's a new story! Yes another . I know it seems like I never update the ones I have but I keep adding new ones but I've recently found a new way to update things so they should be updated more often. Plus I keep getting inspired and I can't stop myself from writing. I'm addited. Oh well. Um, this one I think is really different from the other stories I have. This one is about Edward and Bella form the beginning and all the way through their relationship instead of having them already know each other or have them all be human. In this one Edward and the Cullens are also vampires so I've really been trying lately to find ways to make them vampires but put a twist on it. I know what you're thinking but I'm not going to just copy Twilight word for word and then call it my own. I will make this original and I will try to find things that differ from Twilight. I also would like to switch perspectives at least twice during each chapter unless it seems necessary to keep one of their thoughts secret. So here we go again, I hope you like it it's called Ordinary Day.

lots. of. love.

PLT!

~AliceSwift

Today's the day Bella. I thought to myself as I entered the busy cafeteria.

You're going to go and sit down at a table full of people, and comment on what they're saying and socialize withe them, and laugh and then when that's all over your going to add people to your empty contact list. Then tomorrow you're going to come here and do it all over again.

I took three deep breaths and then pushed past bodies to find a table. I saw one with a few empty seats, three or four. One table sat sixteen so it was pretty full. I walked over and sat down without a word. They all stopped talking and some looked at me. In clumps of about five they stood and walked away in about thirty seconds.

This was my life. Something that I personally couldn't stand. I would go through a day and maybe talk to two or three people, my mom and dad, maybe a teacher. Sometimes girls might ask me if their make-up looked okay, or if their dress was sticking up funny, only to turn around and ask someone else since they thought I knew nothing. Which was true, I didn't have a great taste for fashion. I wasn't clueless, I knew what looked good and what didn't but I didn't read fashion magazines religiously either. Guys might ask me to hold a door for them sometimes, none of them looked twice at me. I took one look at my tray and pushed it away from me. I never really felt like eating, I mean I did but only when I got home. When I was around people who didn't hate me.

I wondered sometimes why people had such a distaste for me but I could never figure it out. I couldn't think of one bad thing I did, or one dirty look, or any comments that might have led people think I don't like them. Still even the people who did those things had friends, not many, but more than I had. I had been at this school for three years now, and I was almost half way through my last. I thought for some reason this year might be different adn I still hoped that everyday but nothing was, it was all the same.

I heard a group of laughs behind me. I looked back at the noise and saw a group of girls, they felt my glance and stopped giggling. This was the way it was. I was like some sort of monster, except instead of getting scared of me people just turned the other way and avoided me. It wasn't like I ever put forth any effort to talk to them, maybe they thought I was stand-offish, but no one had tried to talk to me either.

I bent my elbow on the table and put my chin in my wrist. I opened up my notebook and started on homework for AP history. I knew that I wouldn't finish it all right now, but I would get a good hunk of it done. Hopefully if Ms. Frank gave out Algebra home work then I would have just enough of it to fill up the rest of the evening, if I did all of the house work, and maybe if I got done early I could finish the book I've been reading. The seventh book in the last week and a half that I've read. I had no life. Not saying that all people who can read seven books in a week don't, but it was me. And that was the only reason why I read. It wasn't because I was amazed by the story, it wasn't to improve my English grade, it was because the book was there and I was too.

I could figure out the most complicated equations, I could quote shakespere in front of thirty people, I could disect a frog in under seven minutes and explain to you how I did it, yet I couldn't figure out why people hated me.

Of course maybe I just didn't fit in. I never did, most likely never will. I was the kid who would go down the slide three million times at the playground instead of being determined to master the monkey bars no matter how many times I fell down. I never got the point, I thought it was stupid to fall again and again then get back up to only land on the ground. It was like trying to turn on a lamp in a room where the lights are blown. You'll flip the switch twenty times only to go and get a light bulb which is what you should've done when you tried to turn it on the first time. Kind of like me. What's the point of trying to talk to people, when you know you're going to get rejected.

There wasn't one.

Not that I could find anyway.

Maybe it was that I didn't fit into a certain group or cliche. I mean there was a whole social ladder here, as I imagined there was at every high school. There were three major groups. There were the populars, in order to be put under this title you usually had to be either a jock, blond, a huge party person, or a really thin person that when they turned to the side you could barely see them. Why Forks High School called these people 'cool' I would never know. But being popular was good, something everyone wanted to be. It meant having power, it meant being respected. People would talk about you behind your back but you know they could be crushed by your power in an instant. The lower group were people that could be excepted by populars, but didn't completely control the school. They were the people that would be hurt by people's words instead of hurting the back talkers the same way. This consisted of student council members, the drama club, any social group that wasn't sports related. Next were the people who ranked just above complete outcast. Chess club players, glee club members, drugg addicts, and the people who would stand outside and protest if the school tried to cut down a tree to expand the football stands.

I did wonder why it was so important to fit in, somewhere, anywhere. Then I was answered by myself. You needed somone to be there, someone to help you through the rough patches that you weren't related to. Someone that you could relate to without actually being related to them.. I saw through the system that high schoolers through the years had built up, but I don't think it would be better without it. Cheerleaders dating people that got A's in AP math. Football players hanging out with those who would rather read then go to the next game. And someone hanging out with me. Though I've never fit in with people my age. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't. I just didn't.

It was half way through lunch when I heard all the noise go almost silent, there were a few girls in the corner whispering, a few guys who were chuckling behind me, and pots and pans banging against eachother in the kitchen. Other than that, nothing. It was as quiet as backround music.

I turned to look at what a group of girls were obviously staring at, and pointing at, in a corner.

In the doorway stood a gorgeous bronze haired boy. He wasn't disgustingly buff like so many guys pretended to be here, but he was built. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a fitted long sleeved gray shirt. He walked in and looked around, he passed all the cheerleaders and jocks and then all of the student council members and drama club, he turned and passed all of the nerds and drug addicts. He passed one final table full of girls, and came to sit at my table. Though he was at the complete opposite end I was still dumbfounded. I didn't know why he would pick here when there were so many other table that were filled with people who would have willingly started a conversation with him.

He sat down without a word and kept his head down the entire time. He didn't go and get a tray of food, nor did he read like people that didn't eat. He just sat there with his head down. Once he did look up at me, I noticed but I didn't think he knew I did. I pretend to be completely absorbed in what I was doing. He looked down quickly though, and I let my hair cover my face.

Only ten minutes later did the same thing happen. Except this time there were four. The first pair to make their way to the table I was sitting at included a sort, pixie-like, dark haired girl, and a blond boy. As they walked over, though it looked more like they were gliding, another two-some appeared in the doorway. There was a gorgeous blond girl and she walked over to the table effortlessly, but alone. She took her place next to the first one to walk in.

They all sat down siltenly at the table, I noticed how together they seemed to be. In pairs except for the one with bronze hair. He seemed to be by himself, not very willing to talk to the others. He just sort of sat there and if one of them offered something to say then he would respond to them but, other than that nothing. He just sat there, and I would say it was weird, but then what would that make me?

Later on, during sixth period, I had lunch fifth, I was in history. The bell had just rung and the rest of the class took their seats, I was already in mine. Just then the teacher introduced the class to our new student.

"Class, I would like you to meet Edward Cullen, he's new here so give him a break. I will however need someone to show him around so do we have any volunteers?" Stupid question. Every girl, and a few guys, raised their hands hoping to be picked to show the new gorgeous guy around.

"Ms. Swan," she wasn't actually talking to me was she? Did she actually expect for my heart to keep from popping out of my chest with him around me? I kept my head down, eyes on my book, trying to focus.

"Um, Bella? Would you mind showing our new student around?" she asked again, I heard a few snickers float from the back of the room up to the front. Ms. Foat sent a hushing look back and the giggling came to a hault.

"No, I wouldn't mind." I said, changing my view from her eyes to his. They were a topaz, golden color, something that I had never seen before. I doubt it had anything to do with the lighting, considering there were only two rows of four long fluorescent lights were on. His eyes bored into mine and it seemed as if he was staring past them and looking into my soul instead. This made me feel uneasy and I felt the need to look away, but I couldn't pull away my gaze. His eyes were too beautiful to stand but I felt the need to stand it.

Finally his eyes hit the ground and I felt a wave of emotions come rushing at me. I felt bad for looking at him oddly, I felt embarassed because of the almost full blown laughter that had filled the room, I felt rejected since he dropped his eyes from me, which was to be expected and I wouldn't have thought so much of it if it hadn't come from him, and on top of all that I felt a strange twinge of curiosity, why had he looked at me so intensely, even if it was for a short period of time.

"No that's alright Ms. Foat, I'm sure I can find my way around."

Ouch.

"Okay, well if you need anything just make sure you ask someone who appears to know what they're doing." she said and there was a slight laugh from the class. "You may take your seat, next to Bella."

When she said that I tried to read his emotions, see what he was thinking. What would he think of the lonely lunatic who had just stared at him for a good five seconds for no good reason?

But he wore a blank face as he glided towards the desk and sat down beside me.

Silence fell over the room. There were a few gasps and even Ms. Foat couldn't get her thoughts together in a timely manner. Someone cleared their throat in the back of the room and the class got started.

That night I finished my book and was done with my homework. I had nothing to do now but sit in my room and think.

Of course my thoughts hadn't strayed far from the subject of Edward. I didn't wonder about earlier though. I thought about him. About his past, and his family. What did he want to do in life, what did he want to accomplish before he died, and most importantly how did someone as gorgeous as him end up at Forks High School in Washington, the rainiest place in the U.S.

But I could only wonder. I knew that he wouldn't talk to me, I wouldnt talk to him. Case closed.

"Edward Cullen what was that about?" My sister asked with a stern voice, walking up to me after last period.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said as I gathered my things from my locker.

"Yes you do and I want you to tell me what you're going to do about it right now!"

"Rosalie, can't you just leave me alone?" I slammed my locker and started away from her.

"No, not until you get control of yourself, not until you get those thoughts out of your head. Edward I thought you were past that, I thought that you promised yourself that you would never kill another human." she crossed her arms as she spoke.

"I won't, I know I couldn't live with myself if I did." I shoved the front doors open and walked out into the parking lot.

"I know, and that's why you have to stop thinking about her. You have to stop thinking about ways to get to her and kill her."

"Rose I can't come back here. I can't deal with smelling her blood every time she walks by, I can't sit by her in that class I can't-"

"Stop." she told me, a few feet behind. "Look at me." I turned to face her. "You have to, you know why. If you leave now, people will notice you know that, and plus Carlisle thinks this will be good for us. Being around people and not all couped up in the house all the time, ready to kill each other." I looked down at the ground and smiled at her words. "Besides, I know you can do this. and I think it'll be especially good for you. You've never seen much outside of Denali after you were changed, and there's much more out there to see."

She was right, after being changed Carlisle had taken me back to his family in Alaska, and I had stayed there until recently. I could have stayed there but Rosalie had convinced me to come with them. Why I put so much trust in Rosalie I wasn't sure. Maybe it was that we could read eachother's mind. That had to have something to do with it. Carlisle's theory was that we were related somehow when we were human so we could hear each other without speaking. Whatever did this I wasn't sure and didn't care all that much, but it had put a bond between us that could never be broken. It was either that or that we were both alone. She and I were the only ones who didn't have a mate yet. Never sure if we would. When I joined the family it would have been reasonable for her and I to pair up, but we both agreed that that was never going to happen. No matter how much I loved her, it would always be as a sister, never anything more.

"You're right. Thank you." she walked forward and gave me a hug.

"Don't mention it, especially to Carlisle and Esme," she pulled away and started walking towards the car where Alice and Jasper sat waiting for us. "They'll send you back to Denali for sure if they find out about this." she pointed at me and smiled.

Later that night Rosalie and I were in the living room reading. I had finished the book I had started only earlier this evening, ut I had no clue about the plot or even the supporting characters. My thoughts hadn't strayed far from the subject of Bella Swan. Though I didn't wonder about why she had stared at me, for the answer was obvious and thinking of it just made me feel disgusting, I just thought about her. About her past and her family. What did she want do to in life, what did she want to accomplish before she died, and most importantly why couldn't I read her mind like I could so many others.

"Rosalie?" I asked.

"Yes?" she pulled her eyes away from her book to look up and smile at me.

"Why do you think I can't read Bella's mind?"

"I'm not entirely sure, maybe you should talk to Carlisle. He might have a clue."

"If you had to guess?"

"I would think that you were so amazed by her smell that you just put her thoughts out of your head and focused on ways of killing her, then ways of making it through class before taking her away."

"Good guess."

"Well I do what I can. You might still want to ask though, he might have a better one."

"I will."

"Edward," she said after a few seconds of silence.

"Yes?"

"Talk to her, try to see if she's really as fascinated as she appears to be."

"We'll see."

"I think you should." she teased me and I sighed, then leaned back in my chair. She giggled then went back to her book.

I guess I could only wonder. I knew that she wouldn't talk to me, I wouldn't talk to her. Case closed.

Alright there it was! How'd you all like it? Do you like it? Do you hate it? What do you think about Rosalie? What do you think about Edward and Bella? Where do you think it's going to go? Are you confused about anything? Do you want me to continue? Let me know and if I get some reviews then I'll update again. If you do review I'll try to respond to it ASAP! Review it even if you hate it and want you to flame it! If you don't want to then I hope you come back for seconds and thirds and fourths and so forth...(If Mars is reading this...Mrs. Holway...'nuff said)

lots. of. love.

PLT!

~AliceSwift