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Chapter One: New Beginnings

BPOV

I woke feeling a little drowsier than usual. The first day of school and my third year in Forks High School. I always wondered why I stayed here. I had always had the option of moving back with Renee. I love Charlie, and Alice for that matter, but I never loved Forks. There was something about this little town that made me not like it, to put it in simple terms. My life was average, just like me. I had friends whom I loved, and I had my crazy fun-loving sister, Alice. I love her; she is the best sister anyone could ask for. We have our own little group; Alice, her boyfriend Jasper, Rosalie, and her boyfriend Emmett. We have this special bond that is hard to compare to. We're all like brothers and sisters to each other, unless of course you were a couple. Then you were more than that. I have always felt a little left out to be honest. Something I would never tell my friends, I didn't want to be the reason for their pity. It's not like they would ditch me or anything like that, but the love Alice and Rosalie had for their boyfriends made me feel empty. Maybe love just wasn't for me. I mean I know I am only in high school, but I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Which obviously means I was still a virgin. Another difference from my friends.

So here I am, getting ready for what will probably be another boring year of school. I changed into clothes that were loose and comfortable, something Alice would call "downright ugly" but whatever, it was just school. Now I'm not some boring teenage girl who stays home and sulks on her couch while watching talk shows. No, I am upbeat and fun, I go to parties, I dance, even though I'm not that good at it. But that's the outer me, the inner me, the more real me has a part of her that is empty and unhappy. As I made my way downstairs I noticed Alice in one of her cute little outfits texting. Probably Jasper.

"Hey Bella!" Alice was basically screaming. "Ready for another year of school?"

"Yeah Alice, I am ready for hell." I stuck my tongue out at her and she just smiled.

"Oh come one Bella, always the party pooper!" She just laughed and grabbed me by my shoulders and led me out the door.

"Are you coming with me? Or are you driving in your car?"

"Umm… I don't know, whatever. I'll just go with you."

"Okay let's go. I am just going to go pick up Jazzy and then head to school."

After saying bye to everyone, I headed to the office to get a copy of my schedule, which I lost. Thank God there wasn't a lot of people like there usually was on the first day of school.

"Mrs. Cope" I smiled as I walked in.

"Hello sweetheart. What can I do for you?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Well, I kind of lost my schedule so I was wondering if I could have a copy of it."

"Sure dear, one second."

Just then I heard the door open, and saw a guy. A freaking cute guy. He had bronze hair, and bags under his eyes. 'Restless nights' I thought. I had my own fair share of those. He looked really tired, sad, and somewhat annoyed though, but he was still good-looking. That was and understatement. He looked like a god.

"Bella?" Mrs. Cope asked. I turned my head immediately and blushed. I had been to busy staring at this guy.

"Thank you" I said as she handed me the paper. I smiled and walked out the door. Why hadn't I seen him before? He was probably new, something not common in this little town of Forks.

I heard the warning bell ring so I decided to head to my first class. Intro to Calculus. What I a great way to start my day. I wondered if Alice would be in my class since we were in the same grade. Alice and I weren't twins; we actually weren't related by blood at all. She was Charlie's new wife's daughter. Charlie remarried when Alice was ten and that was when I moved to Forks. I was surprised when I found out I would be sharing a room with Alice, but that changed. We moved into a bigger house, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. Charlie didn't make a lot of money, but Alice's mother, Melinda received a lot of money when her husband died. I opened the door and saw Alice sitting there with Emmett. Yes! I thought to myself. I will actually have someone to talk to, or yell at in Emmett's case. He got on my nerves because he liked to pry, but I still loved him.

"Bella!"

"Alice!"

"Sit right here." She said as she pointed to the seat next to her. "I can't believe we have this class together. I am going to be needing a lot of help." She started laughing with Emmett.

"So Bella" Emmett said. "Have you tripped or fallen on anything yet?"

"Whatever Emmett," I said hitting his shoulder.

"Owww… Bella, that hurt so much" he said in a sarcastic way.

"So Alice" I said trying to get her attention. She looked at me. " I saw this new kid, have you seen him? He was gorgeous!" It wasn't in my nature to sound like an obsessed fifteen year old, but this guy looked like a model.

"Yeah," Alice said while looking at me seriously. "That's Edward Cullen, Dr. Cullen's adopted son. He moved here from a different school for some unknown reason, but trust me Bella you want nothing to do with him. He's bad news."

That was enough to keep me quiet for the rest of class.

Second period went by pretty fast. It was Spanish III and it was pretty easy. Plus today we didn't even do anything. No one I knew was in that class with me. Everyone was taking French. I was making my way to third period. I had fourth as free period, fifth science, and sixth as English. I was skipping history this year. We didn't have any electives until our senior year, but at least I had a whole off period. I entered the classroom and greeted Mr. Banner. He was my teacher freshman year. He assigned me a seat at an empty table. Not the whole class was in yet so I wondered who would sit by me. Before I could even finish my thoughts, that guy walked in. He said something to Mr. Banner and then headed toward my desk. He pulled out the chair and dropped his bag carelessly on the floor. I turned to face him.

"Hi, I'm Bella" I spoke before I knew what I was doing. He looked up at me for a couple second and then looked back down and stared at the table. Okay, I had never felt this rejected in my life.

EPOV

Fucking Carlisle.

Fuck that bitch Tanya. She was so pissed that she decided to tell Carlisle about my stash. Damn that bitch. I fucking regret breaking up with her. Not because of her, but because I wouldn't be on my what to the crappy town of Forks. Plus I wouldn't have just lost a nice piece of ass. What the hell, Forks? Is the next town called Spoons? Carlisle and I weren't on speaking terms right now. This was my third strike and now I don't have the privilege of being away from him and Esme. I appreciate them adopting me but they can't stay the hell out of my life. I made my way to my room. It was just as I remembered it. Plain and empty. I threw my suitcase on my bed, glad that Carlisle didn't get to see what was inside. It was probably enough to get me arrested. I had weed, heroin, and a shitload of pills.

I barely slept that night. I didn't need any nightmares right now. They would occasionally come and go. Goddamn I hated this house. It was empty and cold. I got up off my bed and stared at the clock. Three thirty. I had like four hours until school so I decided to take a shower. I didn't give shit if I woke anyone up, but I probably wouldn't since my bathroom was far from their room. The shower relaxed me a little, but I was still tense. What did I have to go to a new school? I would probably be the center of gossip since no one new why I was here. Screw that. I would go to school, come home and get wasted, just like any other day. I never grew close to anyone. I t was actually something I was afraid of. I hoped there would be some parties. I would always go to those back in Chicago and get wasted with some people I knew, not friends. The only person I was more open to was Tanya, but we both knew we only used each other. There was no love or whatever. Just fucking one-night stands and shit. I laid on my bed for a while and before I knew it, I was falling asleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shut the hell up. I turned the alarm off. What time is it? 7:30. I got up and threw on some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket. I grabbed my keys. I had go to the office for some paperwork shit and I had to get my schedule. The school was actually pretty close, it took me like ten minutes to get there. I looked for a parking spot, and found one next to an ugly yellow Porsche. What the hell yellow? Girl's car definitely. I headed to the office, hoping to make this quick. Since God hates me, some girl was talking to the lady at the desk. Hurry the hell up. The girl turned around when I opened the door, and my eyes met her gaze. I quickly turned around, hoping she was almost done. I was staring at the wall until I finally heard the door close, and she was gone. The lady at the desk gave me a mess of paperwork that I just shoved in my bag.

I just kept my schedule, and headed to first period. It was utterly boring, who the hell wants to learn Latin? Goddamn, I think I'm going to transfer to Spanish. I actually understood what people were saying. Second period was even worst. I fucking hated math, I'm not planning on becoming an engineer or shit. In that class, I just sat there, and people stared. I felt like yelling and saying 'what the fuck are you staring at!' but I just sat there like an idiot. I was slightly interested in science, and hoped that third period would be the least bit interesting. I gave some paper to the teacher and he assigned me to a table. It was that girl again. I sat down, threw my bag on the floor and right when I was going to put my head down I heard, "Hi, I'm Bella." I looked up, and saw her staring at me. What the hell? I just looked back down. I want nothing to do with anybody here. I admit I did feel guilty, but screw that.

When class was over I picked up my bag and headed to the exit doors. I had an off period. I made sure my lighter was in my pocket and headed to the back of the school. I leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette. No way in hell was I going to get high and get sent to some boot camp. Hell no. I must have been spacing out because before I knew it the bell rang. It was lunch, so I decided to stay there. I wasn't going to walk in the cafeteria while everyone stared at me. I took out another cigarette and lit it. I inhaled it deeply. I hoped this wouldn't be a long day.

I made my way home, glad that there was no homework. I hated that shit. Carlisle 'warned' me that if my GPA was less than a 3.5 I would have my car taken away. I parked the car, and headed toward the kitchen. Esme was cooking, and when she heard me she turned around.

"Edward how was your day?" She sounded calm and content. I couldn't stand that voice, it reminded me so much of my mother. I didn't respond and saw her face fall. I just kept walking. I hated making Esme sad though, she never did anything to deserve my bitterness. It wasn't her fault. It was my fathers. My fucking real father. If you were to compare both of us we would be exactly the same. To messed up depressed drug addicts. But the one thing I can actually say, to actually make him different than me, is that I didn't kill my mom in front of her son. I wasn't a fucking murderer.

Author's Note (:

What do you think? I just got the idea and started

to type. Should I keep going ?

-V