BPOV

I've been dreading moving to Forks, Washington, thinking I would miss my mother Reneé, while she was accompanying her new husband Phil throughout his minor league baseball games and training. I begged my mother so I could stay in Phoenix, but she hated the idea of me living all alone at our house. Not because I wouldn't be able to fend for myself, but because she thought I spent too much time alone. I guess I was more like my dad in that way. So I warmed up to the idea of moving in with him without hesitating that much.

"So, what do you think Bells?" said Charlie in a quick, but embarrassed manner as I gazed around my newly decorated room. It had cream colored walls, but was contrasted by purple and green decorations resembling that of a rainforest full of wild flowers and insanely green pasture.

"It's perfect Charlie, seriously. Don't worry so much." I said as I walked around my room and appraised its decorations. I had forgotten how awkward it would be to live with my dad for the next 2 years until we would get over our awkward stage of getting used to each other. But as any father and daughter did, we shared similar qualities. For instance, we were pretty much uncomfortable displaying emotions.

He kept looking at the floor and then quickly shot a glance at me. "All right, guess I'm gonna go watch the game at Billy's….you do remember him right? And his kid Jacob?" he shouted while walking down the stairs and picking up his jacket that was lying on the sofa.

I definitely remembered Jacob. As kids we used to play together all the time when I came over to Forks for the summer. "Yeah, wow… it's been a while since I've seen them. Say hi for me please."

"Why don't you come with me? I bet they're waiting for you to go visit them." He called from downstairs sounding eager for me to go watch the game with them.

I walked downstairs biting my lower lip. "Umm…I guess I'm gonna stay in for today. Gotta get some sleep before I start school tomorrow."

Charlie looked a little disappointed, but I guess he forgave me because he knew I had to get up early tomorrow for school. "Yeah, er, you're right. I guess you should get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day." He smiled under his dark moustache.

He opened the door and looked back for a second: "You know Bells, I'm really glad you're gonna be staying with me. I'm glad I got you back."

I felt a sudden warmth on my cheeks. "Yeah, me too Dad."

I woke up at exactly 6:00am with the sound of rain pouring outside my window making a melody of raindrops on the ground, the trees, and the cars parked outside my driveway. Part of me felt kind of excited to go to Forks High School, but another part of me kept thinking how mean students could be to a newcomer. Especially one who came in the middle of the semester. I got out of bed and hopped in the shower and as I felt the warm water caress my back, my nerves started to disappear.

After my quick shower I made myself some breakfast. A little French toast wouldn't hurt on my first day of school. It always lifted up my spirits. I wasn't an amazing cook, but I could definitely live by myself without starving. I couldn't say the same thing about Charlie, though, who I'm pretty sure left early in the morning with just a sip of coffee and a small bite of a bagel. I figured I would have to cook more often so he wouldn't die of starvation.

I started up my old red truck, a homecoming present, and drove to school to face what would be a great day to start my life here in Forks, or a nightmare that would slowly make me more miserable than I was now.

Forks High wasn't as bad as I thought. It was actually bigger than I imagined, which meant that I would have to face more students than I thought. I hated being the center of attention anywhere, so I took a deep breath as I parked my truck on the parking lot and stared at all the students lying against their cars talking in groups I would never be part of.

As I walked towards my English class, with Eric, a desperate but still friendly guy who was giving me a tour around the campus, I noticed a group of people walking towards me in the hallway. One of them was a pixie little girl, with short dark hair and a high pitched voice you could hear a mile away. The guy next to her was blonde, who looked like a World War II soldier from one of those Hollywood movies, and kept hovering around the dark haired girl, like an overprotective boyfriend over his most prized possession. Both of them were unbelievably pale and had bright yellowish eyes.

I kept staring at them in shock wondering why such gorgeous people were allowed to exist on this planet. Looks like those would make people like me, totally plain brown haired, brown eyed girls, look more bland than possible next to them.

Another girl, who had the same pale skin as the first couple, walked gently behind them holding hands with a tall dark haired man. This girl was seriously the most gorgeous human being you would ever see. She had long flowy blonde hair that swished around gracefully as she walked towards me. Her body screamed "bikini model" in every direction. And you could say the same for her boyfriend, whom she kept tickling and sometimes mockingly punching. He looked like a huge black grizzly bear: menacing, but completely sweet and innocent at the same time.

Eric noticed my mouth hanging open and proceeded to answer the million dollar question that flooded my mind: "Those are the Cullens, in case you're wondering." He chuckled while he kept walking me to my class. "It hurts how beautiful they are, yes, but they usually keep to themselves. They're not like any other kid around here."

At this moment, Eric stopped walking and turned to me. "Bella…this is your English classroom. I hope you don't get lost around here, it could get pretty confusing, but just follow the map I gave you." Yes, he did give me a map of the school, which I definitely didn't plan to use. "Uhm…thanks Eric, you've been very helpful."

Then I saw him. His bronze colored hair shined with such perfection that I couldn't stop staring. His eyes were a liquid golden color that melted my untouched heart. And his skin, his body, his….everything was perfect. I kept staring at him until his eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, embarrassed that he caught me appraising his gorgeous features. He suddenly looked very frustrated and started pacing away from me. Was it me or did he actually look like he was running away? And pissed off even?

I must've been crazy to think this guy I didn't know would be running away so quickly from me. Maybe he freaked out when he saw I kept staring at him. Or maybe he didn't even notice me and I was just imagining this whole scenario. While I was entertaining the idea in my head that I had gone mentally insane, I gave up and walked into my classroom discarding all thoughts of that gorgeous creature out of my mind.

When I sat down on my seat, I noticed someone very familiar looking sitting next to me.