Hello, Twilight fandom!

I started a Twilight reread a few days ago and this fic is the result of it!

Not sure if I'll end up writing this full time; only started it for fun. But I do hope you will like it!

Feel free to review.

love, winter.

Your heart, I'll carry it with me …

Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.

Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.

PROLOGUE

I didn't think much of my move to Forks and I certainly had no idea how big its impact on my life would be.

I see life as one long, beautiful, sometimes bittersweet journey; you keep moving forward, no matter what hits you, you keep nearing that finish line, your death. You make stops, you bump into people, you scream out of joy, you sometimes get hurt. Moving from Phoenix to Forks, a little, almost god-forsaken, rainy town was just one of my detours. Really, why would I worry? I imagined it would be town like any other I had visited in my seventeen years of life - stores, hospital, school, post office; new neighbours, new classmates, new people, new friendships. If it has all that, how much can it differ from other billions of towns across the globe?

I always see glass as half full and I try to make the best out of every situation. I fitted in just fine – Charlie was just what I expected. I was a hurricane in his routine for a few days but then we got used to each other. Kids in school weren't much different from the ones I hanged out in Phoenix. Of course, on the first day I felt like a monkey in a cage; everyone kept staring into a new girl and although I don't usually enjoy the spotlight, I accepted it, knowing it would soon pass.

I have a good memory when it comes to faces and names and Forks' school was relatively small, so by the time of my first lunch at new school, I recognized the majority of kids. Mike, a boy that I could not shake off from the moment he had first introduced himself, was eager to fill the blanks, and with Jessica's help, my classmate at Spanish, he pointed at kids, telling me their names and anecdotes. He was a food, entertaining speaker and I enjoyed the light atmosphere.

Everything changed though when Jessica took a deep breath as the door of the cafeteria opened. There was probably interest in my eyes when I turned to see who was entering.

And that was the first time I saw them.

People always judge someone by their appearance and although I find this to be an incredibly unfair, irritating habit, their unusual appearance was what I noticed first about them. All five of them were just … beautiful. Not supermodel, red carpet, photoshoppingly beautiful; they surpassed that beauty. I can't really explain it; it would be unfair since I have never heard of words that would do justice to the beauty I faced. It was such a contrast to a boring, uneventful town that it was quite absurd. I wondered if I unknowingly stepped into a town where parents experiment and modify their genes in order to get breath-takingly, unearthly beautiful descendants.

They sat down at the table, not talking or looking at anyone. They had food in front of them but no one ate.

"These are the Cullens," whispered Jessica.

"Are they siblings?" I asked. The beauty was definitely something they had in common.

"They are adopted," explained Mike, "their father works at the hospital."

"They're kind of weird. They don't talk to anyone but to each other and are not really social butterflies, really," quickly added Jessica who, by the sounds of things, was the Google of forks, "and not just that they live together, they are together. Only Edward, the youngest one, is single. And no, I don't know how he manages to be that handsome and single at the same time."

I looked at Edward again, this time not only glancing. Jessica was right; he was good-looking. A few years back my knees would probably fail me and I would pass out as my body could not handle all the excitement I felt just looking at him. I had seen pretty boys before, even dated a few and somehow always gotten burned. I am proud to say that I learn from my mistakes as Edward's perfectly shaped face didn't take my sanity away.

Suddenly he looked up and our eyes collided. Those few seconds we shared weren't enough to decipher the expression on his face. It was a mixture of surprise, shock, even interest. I guessed he wondered how the hell I managed to be pale after spending more than a decade under hot Arizona's sun.

"Don't bother," Jessica continued talking, "apparently he is too pretty for any of the girls here."

She rolled her eyes and it wasn't hard to figure out that she was one of the girls he rejected. I tried to hide a smile with looking around the cafeteria and with corner of my eye I saw Edward was grinning too. Before I could wondered what amused him, Mike diverted my attention and started talking about a boy named Tyler. I guess he felt overshadowed by Edward's effect on women; not that I blamed him.

The last class of my first day was Geography. When I walked into the classroom and looked around, I realized the only empty chair was next to Edward.

Stoically I walked to him. I was probably starring in dreams of majority of girls that had seen Edward and unaffected as I was, I was probably a disgrace for them.

I sat down. He was staring through the window although I was sure he heard me come.

I dismissed it.

"Hello," I smiled. "I'm Bella, I'm new here."

I continued staring at his neck. My smile gradually faded; not that I think I'm anyone special and that people should bend down when I pass them, but this kind of ignorance surely made me frown. I had experienced first-hand how cocky the studs of high school can be, disrespectful, even, but this behaviour was in its own league.

The professor walked in. I concentrated on the lecture since it was the reason I was there; I aimed to get good grades, scholarship and live a good live, better life than I had growing up. Still, Edward's arrogance lurked in my mind.

I decided to try one last time. I turned to him and opened my mouth to say something.

"I'm listening, do you mind?" he hissed before I could speak. Still he didn't turn to me, look me in the face. And he certainly wasn't listening; he stared in the distance, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. He sat so close to the wall that one might think they were Siamese twins!

Although I had only known him for a few hours, he was catapulted onto my list of ignorant, offensive people. I guessed Jessica was right. He considered himself to be too beautiful, too important, too mighty to talk, even look at poor little average looking morons he was surrounded by.

I only shrugged.

He could think and do whatever he wanted, I truly had bigger, more important things to think and worry about.

So yes, on the day I met him, I had no idea how heavily Edward Cullen would end up affecting on my life.

To Be Continued.

Broughttoyouby:::winter.