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Bella's POV

My name is Isabella Gilbert. I am the sister of Jeremy Gilbert and Elena's twin. Damon thinks of me like his little sister. My best friends are Bonnie, Caroline and Stefan. My favorite Salvatore is Damon. I am friends with a few of the Originals. Carol Lockwood, Tyler's mom was recently killed by Klaus. Jeremy is training to become a better hunter so he can kill more vamps and complete the mark. Damon, Jeremy and Elena went against me to try and get me to leave Mystic Falls. Reluctantly, I agreed after some persuasion. I am going to live with Uncle Charlie in Forks, Washington, posing as his daughter from Phoenix because it will be less likely for any old enemies to track me down. I haven't even contacted Uncle Charlie in about a year and a half.

"It'll be great for you to get away from Mystic Falls and its drama," Elena tries to convince me right before I leave for the airport.

"Yeah, yeah. I still wish I could stay and help."

"I know, Isa," Damon says with a sad smile. "It is safer for you there."

"But what if something happens to you guys? And I could have stopped it."

"We'll be fine," Caroline says walking up to me from behind Elena

"You don't know that for sure," I tell them crossing my arms.

Jeremy hugs me. "We'll be fine, Bella," he reassures as he lets go. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline also hug me good-bye.

"Bye you guys. I'll miss you all." I smile sadly at my family, which doesn't end with blood, and get into Damon's blue 1969 Chevy Camaro. Damon gets into the driver's seat. Then we start driving to the airport.

Damon tells me as we drive onto a different street, "Isa, it really is safer for you to be out of this town."

I nod "I know. I'm only human in a town crawling with the supernatural."

"Exactly," Damon smirks as it finally sinks in that I should leave.

"Damon… you do know that when Elena takes the cure, she will still love you, right."

Doubt flickers across his face. "What makes you say that?" Damon questions.

"Because I know she loved you before she was turned into a vampire. I saw it even when she didn't know she loved you. Trust me, it's not the sire bond that caused it."

Damon smiles slightly, but I still notice some doubt. "Thanks for that, Isa."

"Oh and when you two get back together after everything, do NOT ruin the relationship."

"Why would I?" Damon looks confused.

"Because that is such a you thing to do. Being the selfless guy you are."

"I'm not selfless," Damon scoffs.

I roll my eyes. "Yes you are. I've seen it. Especially involving Elena. Don't think I didn't hear you tell her…what was it again? Oh, yeah. I'm gonna quote it for you in case you forgot. 'I love you, Elena, and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you. Why you can't know this, I don't deserve you but my brother does.' Then you compelled her to forget you told her you love her. How is that not selfless?"

Damon remains silent, and I don't say another word until we are pulling into the airport. I take a nervous deep breath. I've lived at Mystic Falls all of my life. I can't believe I am going to live somewhere else for a while.

"Calm down, Isa. Your heart is beating really fast."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Damon. It's called nerves. You should buy a dictionary and look it up."

Damon chuckles. "I know what nerves are, Isa."

"That's news to me," I mutter.

Damon and I get out of the car, and Damon grabs my bag from the backseat. I meet him at the back of the car and take the bags from him. "Thanks," I say with a smile. "And thanks for the ride."

"No problem." Damon hugs me. I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him back tightly. Then we both let go. "Stay safe, Isa," he says.

"I'll try. Bye, Damon." I smile and he leaves.

I then head to find my flight. I hate planes by the way, so that doesn't help.

When I finally arrive in Port Angeles in the raining weather, Charlie is waiting for me with his cruiser. He is the Chief of Police.

"Hey, Charlie," I greet with a smile.

"It's good to see you, Bella," Charlie says. "You haven't changed much in almost two years."

"Neither have you."

When we get strapped into the cruiser, Charlie tells me he got me a Chevy truck from the fifties to early sixties. He got me it as a homecoming present.

"You didn't need to do that, Charlie. I could have gotten myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here," Charlie tells me, and I sigh. I feel homesick already. I miss Elena, Jer, Damon, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, Stefan… All of them.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he mumbles.

Eventually we arrive at Charlie's, and in the driveway, there is an old Chevy truck. It doesn't look as good as Damon's Camaro or Dean's Impala on Supernatural, but it will save me from accidents which is good.

"Thanks, Charlie!" I exclaim as I see it.

It took only one trip to get all of my stuff upstairs to the only spare room. I unpack my clothes, books and other stuff. The covers for the bed are purple. The walls are blue and the floor is wooden. The desk has an old second hand computer. I pull out my phone and sit on my bed. I call Elena, knowing she would be mad if I call anyone else first.

"Hey, Bella," she greets warmly.

"Hey, Elena. I arrived safe and sound."

"Good. How's Forks so far?" Elena asks me.

"Rainy and dark," I reply. "I miss you guys. Where's Jeremy?"

Elena answers, "Damon already took him back to the Lakehouse to train."

"Poor Jeremy having to go through Damon's training ideas." Elena chuckles.

"No kidding. I gotta go. Caroline's calling. I'll call you back soon."

"Okay. Bye Elena," I say and hang up.

Then I call Damon who just so happened to pause the training with Jeremy by making him run around the lake. We joke around for a little bit and then I had to hang up. I lay in bed thinking about tomorrow.

Forks High-school has a total of 358 students including me. I'm used to small schools with small populations because Mystic Falls is small. But even we have 500 students. All of the kids here know each other. They all grew up together. Just like everyone in Mystic Falls. But I'll be the new kid, and I doubt I will capture people's attention like Stefan did on his first day last year. I would be the new girl from 'A big city' due to the fact my lie is that I am from Phoenix.

I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have pale skin. I am not an athlete. Unlike my sister, I never joined the cheerleading team. I still managed to be fit. You have to be to survive Mystic Falls. If you're not fit, you can't run. And if you can't run, you could get killed by a supernatural being. Well you could get killed anyways, but the point. I am clumsy, but that tends to disappear when my life is in danger.

I also don't make friends easily. My friends in Mystic Falls have been my friends my whole life, with the exception of Stefan and Damon. Stefan is my sister's ex-boyfriend. I was bound to become friends with sweet Stefan eventually. Damon… is Damon. He's easy to get along with as long as you don't judge him on his past. He has a great personality. I am so glad my sister finally realized her feelings for him.

I change into pajamas and lay in bed. Let's hope that tomorrow will go great, and I won't screw up on my first day. Who knows? Maybe there will be cute boys there. I chuckle slightly at the thought and fall asleep.

Fog covered my window the next morning. I check the time on my phone and groan. Time for school. I am not a morning person. I can stay up all night long easily, but if I wake up between hours 5:00 to 9:00 in the morning, I tend to be grumpy. Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. I made myself a coffee. Charlie wished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted because good luck tends to avoid me. Downfall of being a Gilbert.

Charlie left to go to the Police Station. I finish my breakfast and coffee and go back to my room. I put on my jacket and my waterproof boots which I hate, but I have to wear them because it's Forks. Then I head out into the drizzling rain. I lock the door with one of the keys Charlie gave me. Then I get in my truck and drive to school. My truck smells like gasoline, tobacco and peppermint.

Finding the school wasn't that difficult because it's a small town. I parked in front of the first building which was titled FRONT OFFICE. I walked into the Office building. It was brightly lit and warm. The redhead secretary looked up as I walked towards her. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I lie smoothly.

"Of course," she says. The secretary looks through folders and finds what she is looking for. "I have your schedule right here and a map of the school." She shows me the best routes to take to get to class, and she gave me a slip for each teacher to sign. I have to return it at the end of the day.

When I went back to my new truck, students were starting to arrive. I drive around the school, following the lines of traffic. I was happy to see that I don't stand out when it comes to my truck. I need to blend in for safety precautions. I'm a Gilbert. We attract trouble. The most standing out car here is a shiny silver Volvo. I try to memorize the map while I am in my truck so I don't have to have it out. I sling the strap over my shoulder and inhale a deep breath.

You can do this. I try to convince myself. You can pretend to be Charlie's daughter. You can make friends and try to live a normal life. Nobody is going to bite you… I hope.

I exhale and step out of the truck and head to the school. Once I get around the cafeteria, I see my first class building. I enter the small classroom and hand the slip to the teacher, Mr. Mason. That reminds me of the time when Katherine manipulated Mason into helping her, and Damon killed him. I tune out for the whole English class. I wonder if I can just send my old papers over here. The ones I did anyways.

When the bell rang, a boy with really black hair leaned across the aisle to talk to me. "You're Isabella Swan aren't you?" the boy asks me. He looks like the overly helpful type. Probably in chess club.

"Bella," I correct. The only people I allow to call me Isabella are the Mikaelsons because they are old fashioned. Especially Elijah.

'Where's your next class?"

"Um, Government in building six with Jefferson," I answer.

"I'm heading towards building four. I could show you the way," he offers. Definitely over helpful.

"Really? Thanks," I say with a smile.

"I'm Eric."

We head out into the rain, and I hear people following us close enough to eavesdrop. I've been followed enough to know the feeling.

"So this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?"

"Yeah"

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"

"About 3 times a year," I answer, grateful for google.

"Wow, what is that like?"

I fight smirking at the obvious answer, "Sunny."

"You don't look tan," Eric comments. No shit, Sherlock! Brilliant deduction there!

"I'm allergic to the sun. I much prefer this weather," I reply with a smirk. "Well minus all the rain."

Eric laughs. He walks me right to the door even though it was clearly marked. "Well good luck," Eric says as I touch the door handle. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together."

"Maybe," I reply with a fraction of a smile and head inside.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trig teacher is the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself which I would have been fine with if it wasn't for the fact that I tripped on the way to my seat. I felt homesick for my friends and their awesomeness. I miss Damon and his jokes, Elena and her over board sacrificial lamb selflessness, well maybe not sacrificial lambness. I miss Caroline's bubbly, nice, in control self. A girl named Jessica, in my Trig and Spanish class, walks with me to the cafeteria. I can tell she only wants to hang with me because of my popularity of being the new kid. She talked about the teachers and classes and how awful some of them are. I ignored her mostly. She's annoying.

We sit at the end of a full table with several of her friends including a quiet looking girl named Angela. They seem impressed with her bravery to speak to me.

It was then that I noticed the five of them. They were sitting at a table on the other side of the cafeteria, their food in front of them, untouched. They were paler than me. There are shadows under their dark eyes like they haven't slept in a while. There are three girls and two boys. The black haired girl was pixie like and had small features. Her hair was cropped short and pointing in every direction. The blonde, tall girl looks like you could see her on the cover of Sports Illustrated. The muscled boy looks like a serious weight lifter. He has dark curly hair. Another is taller, leaner, but still muscular and honey blonde. The last is lanky, less bulky, with untidy bronze hair. He looks more boyish than the others. They all seem older than they look. The pixie like girl gets up with her tray which contains an unopened soda and an unbitten apple. She dumps her tray and glides through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible if I never met vampires. I know for certain they aren't human. But what are they?

"Who are they?" I ask Jessica, the girl from Spanish.

As she looked up to see who I meant, the younger looking one, who is very cute, looked at her for a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered towards me. He looked away quickly. Jessica giggles in embarrassment and looks at the table. I take my eyes off of the young, in appearance, supernatural being.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one that left was Alice Cullen. They all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife," Jessica informs me. Now I have names. Let's see what else I can gather.

I look back at the boy and see his mouth moving quickly and his lips barely opening. I have the same feeling I did when vampires were talking quietly to keep humans from hearing. They have old, uncommon, grandparent-type names. The types of names vampires would have except vampires aren't pale like these five are. Not to mention vampires can eat food as long as they have some blood in their system, and these guys haven't touched their food. What are they?

"They are good looking," I admit, glancing at the bronze-haired one again, and then I look back at Jessica.

"Yes!" Jessica agrees with a giggle. "They're all together though, Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice is filled with shock. I fight an eye roll. It's not like they are related. Despite the skin tones and lack of food, it's obvious. I don't even think the ones that look similar are related.

"Which ones are the Cullens?" I ask curiously. "They don't look related."

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, like in his twenties. They're all adopted. The Hales- the blondes- are twins. They're foster children."

"That's really nice of them, taking care of all the kids like that."

"I guess so. I don't think Mrs. Cullen can have any kids though," Jessica adds. She is really starting to annoy me.

"Have they always lived in Forks?" I ask, trying to dig out more info on the supernatural beings.

"No," Jessica says as if it should be obvious to a newcomer like me. "They just moved down here from Alaska 2 years ago." Another dark rainy place.

I look back at the Cullens, and the bronze-haired boy looks up and meets my gaze. A curious expression is shown on his face. His glance held some kind of unmet expectation.

"Who is the guy with the bronze-colored hair?" I ask, unable to hold my curiosity any longer. I needed to know his name.

"That's Edward. He's totally gorgeous, but apparently none of the girls are good enough because he doesn't date. So don't waste your time."

"Wasn't planning on it," The lie I tried to tell myself was evident in my voice. I still need to know what he is, though. I smile slightly at Edward. He is turned away, but he looks like he is smiling too.

One of my new acquaintances was a girl named Angela, and we both share Biology II class. She was shy. We walk into Biology II, and the only empty spot is next to Edward Cullen. Time for me to learn more about him. Finally after a long rest of lunch period. As I walk down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed. Just as I passed, he became rigid. He met my eyes with a hostile expression. I give him a slightly confused glance. I walk to my seat after tripping over a book on the floor and catching myself on a table. I sit by Edward and notice his eyes are coal black. His posture would say a vamp barely in control of his bloodlust, but why would I be a trigger for it? Also what is with the coal black eyes?

Edward gives me an antagonizing stare and leans away from me. The stare would make any human run for the hills, but I'm not just any human. I've lived in Mystic Falls. I do regard him with a curious glance though. If it is bloodlust, I need to take some safety measures. I let a little hair fall to cover my neck, but I move most of my hair to a side further away from Edward because, according to Damon, certain senses also on occasion attract vampires. He didn't explain what that meant though, so I am just guessing.

The whole hour, he doesn't unclench his left fist, and he looks like he's not breathing. He glares down at me with revulsion, but I don't flinch. I've faced the big bad hybrid. I'm not saying I'm invincible. I know I'm not, but I have seen worse glares, if that's possible. I should be cautious because I still don't know what he is. I should ask Damon or Klaus. No, I can't bother them while they are searching for the cure to vampirism.

When the bell rings, he is the first one out of the door. I feel like the Supernatural title thing flares up. That was an extremely quick exit. Supernatural? Check definitely. I rise out of my seat and grab my supplies.

"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" a boy asks me, smiling. He has pale blonde hair gelled back.

"Bella," I correct, annoyed. I hate my full first name for multiple reasons.

It is longer to pronounce and write. Seriously, yelling Isabella in battle will waste time because it has 4 whole syllables.

It is too close to my birth mother, Isobel's, name for my liking.

There are more, but I don't want to make a long list.

"I'm Mike,"

I address the boy whose name I now know, "Hey, Mike."

Mike asks me, "Do you need help finding your next class?"

"I have Gym. I think I can find it."

"That's my next class too!" The boy seems so excited about it that I take pity on him.

We walk to class, and talk. Mike, fortunately, talks most of the conversation. I am an excellent liar, because I had to lie to people I care about. I just don't know how much I can take on my first day here. Eventually, as we enter the gymnasium, Mike brings up Biology II.

"So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that." So Edward Cullen didn't usually look threatening or like he was losing control of bloodlust.

"I don't know. I didn't do anything as far as I know," I reply.

"He looked like he was in pain or something."

I shrug. "Who knows? I'm sure he at least has a semi-decent explanation."

"I guess you're probably right."

"Of course I am," I give him a cheeky grin.

The Coach found me a pair of Gym clothes, but isn't making me dress out today. There were four groups playing volleyball. I shudder at the thought of me over there. Never a sports fan.

The final bell rang, and I head to the Office to return my first day slip. The wind us strong. I open the door and walk in. My eyes widen as I see Edward Cullen standing at the reception desk. I stand by the wall, waiting for the receptionist to be free. I hear Edward arguing with her. He wants to change from sixth-hour biology to another time. Why is he affected by me? I don't get it.

The door opened and the wind blew in and swirled my hair. A girl walks in, places something on the reception's desk and walks back out, the door shutting behind her. Edward stiffens. He turned slowly to glare at me, his eyes filled with hatred, and I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. Probably not the smartest move, but…

He turns back to the receptionist and says, "Never mind then. I can see it's impossible. Thank you for your help." Then he turns and walks straight past me, out of the office.

I walk up to the receptionist's desk and hand her the slip. "How did your first day go, dear?"

"It was…," I pause, thinking for the right word. I glance back at the door Edward Cullen walked out of just a few moments ago, "Interesting." I look back at the receptionist with a smile. "I think I might like it here."

"That's great, dear," she tells me with a small smile.

I nod. "It is."

I leave the Office and go to my new truck. It was one of the last cars in the parking lot. I turn the key in the ignition and drive to my current house.