Chapter 1. The Fist Day

Epov

"Edward!" I groaned and rolled over at the sound of my sister's high pitched squeal. "Edward! Get your lazy butt out of bed!"

"No. Go away."

"If you don't get up in five seconds I am going to re-arrange all of your Cd's."

"You wouldn't," the smirk on her face told me she would. I don't know why I doubted her, I should have known from past experiences. I shot out of bed and raced over. I reached her just as she was reaching for my favorite CD, De bussy.

"OK. I'm up!" I yelled grabbing the CD from her.

"Good. O and I picked out your outfit for today," and with that my sister left my room. The two of us are close but she feels the need to be apart of every aspect of my life, dressing me, girlfriends, everything. But it is better to give in then to fight her so, I grabbed the out fit she had pointed to and walked into the bathroom.

After a quick shower I put on my clothes and headed down stairs. As I walked down the stairs I could smell the breakfast Esme, my mom, had cooked. It smelled fantastic.

When I finished my breakfast I looked at the clock to discover it was time to go. Time to leave for our new school, in our new town of forks.

When I finally got Alice out of the house we walked to the garage to my car, ah my car. My silver Volvo S60 R, I loved it more then anything else. As I walked around to the driver's side of the car I ran my hand over the hood. Maybe this car, my haven, could get me through this day, could make me feel slightly better about meeting my fate.

On the way to Forks High I thought of why we moved here. We moved for my dad's job. Carlisle is a doctor, and when he was offered a job here he decided to take it. He quit his job and we moved from Denali, Alaska to Forks, Washington. I was glad that Carlisle took the job; it was a good opportunity for him, as well as the hospital here, but I was disappointed to have to leave my home.

We moved here in the beginning of the summer, but still we still hadn't met anyone. I spent most of my time in my room, listening to my music or downstairs in the living room playing my piano.

I can honestly say I have no idea what Alice did all summer, probably shopped. I chuckled internally at this thought.

I was thinking about what the school would be like when I saw the sign saying, Forks High-Home of the Spartans. I turned into the parking lot and parked in the student parking lot of my new high school.

Parking my car I was disappointed with the turn out of these crowds. Even though I knew I would be. I couldn't help but hope this place wouldn't be as…predictable…as my other school...but of course I was wrong. There must be some outline that every high school in the country is molded by. Different schools, but always the same kids. Predictable, pitiful, high school. But then I saw the cheerleaders sitting together and I saw her. I immediately knew something was different, and I knew she was different.

She has brown hair that fell just past her shoulders and curled slightly. She also has the most beautiful brown eyes, normally brown eyes are just plain; hers however, were deep it was like they saw into my soul. She laughed and blushed at something someone said and I couldn't help but think how lovely her blush looked.

Alice pulled me out of my trance when she got out of the car.

I took one last look at the girl and I knew I would like Forks High.

Alice and I walked to the office to pick up our schedules. I looked at my schedule and realized I had already taken half of them. We had a six period block with brunch and lunch. My schedule was pretty boring.

English

Music -brunch-

PE

Spanish IV -lunch-

Biology

History

Just my luck they probably didn't even have an advance placement option here. So I would be stuck taking English, Biology and History…again.

We heard a bell and headed in our separate directions, towards our first periods. Let the torture begin.

As I entered my class I saw the brown haired girl talking to her friend, I walked up to the teacher to introduce myself and get the slip I was supposed to have signed by all my teachers, signed.

She greeted me, signed my slip and pointed to the seat next to the brown haired girl. She turned to me and smiled, "Hi. I'm Isabella Swan, but call me Bella." Her voice was soft and confident; it was one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard.

"I'm Edward, Edward Cullen." I smiled my crooked smile and she blushed. The teacher passed out a list of books we would be reading this year and I saw Bella raise her hand.

"What if we've already read all of these books?"

"Miss Swan you've read all of the required books already?"

She blushed, "Umm…Yeah."

The teacher sighed and asked, "Has anyone else read all of them?" I raised my hand.

"Mr.…Cullen is it?"

"Yes"

"Well then, Mr. Cullen and Ms. Swan you shall have to go library and pick out five books neither of you have read, and together you will do a project on each of them. I will give you your project options later." The rest of the class was a blur of explaining rules and expectations. We also would be expected to keep a journal which we had to write twenty pages a week in. We could write anything in this journal, stories, poems, songs or even use it as a diary.

My next class was music. I was actually excited for this class. Music is something I love, something that I understand; it makes me happy and gives me a release.

When I got to my class I once again walked up to the teacher to get my slip signed and walked to an empty seat next to a blonde guy with a guitar.

The bell rang again and my teacher stood up and began talking.

He told us that each of us would have write and original composition by the end of the semester and that it would be half of our final grade. We could use any instrument we wanted, it could be instrumental or have lyrics. At the end of the semester we would have to perform it for our class. We would one day a week to work on our projects other than that we would have to work on it at home.

Finally the ring of the bell saved me from a lecture on the origin of music. Didn't the teachers realize it was the fist day? However, it wasn't simply the fact that I could leave now that relieved me. In fact that was the last thing I wanted to do, I loved music I found it so much more honest when it was just the piano and me. I felt like this was the one thing that understood me, not including Alice. This simple piece of magnificence was the only thing that could express me better than I could ever hope to convey in any other way. Each note, precise and intricate, told a story; my story. The story of all my hopes and dreams, every ounce of emotion I was feeling. All laid out on the keys. The perfect combination of notes was pure bliss to me. This was my source of compassion, my life's dream, my calling, my passion.

Soon, I was way too far into my song then I should have been just letting the stresses of the day unfold through my fingers; I realized then that I wasn't alone. The blonde boy who sat in front of me was listening and gazing off into the distance at nothing in particular, absorbing my song. This made me slightly uncomfortable. While I was happy to get a positive response out of the stranger, I was slightly perplexed at the thought that I hadn't been alone when I assumed I was. I would have to be more careful about spacing out like that.

I figured I should leave now, before this student became aware of the music stopping and avoid that awkward situation completely. But my curiosity got the better of me, this guy seemed pretty interesting; I'd seen him around school with a guitar in hand at all times. I stopped myself before I went up to him and began to leave.

I stopped when I heard him say, "You're really good, did you write that piece?"

I was stunned I had just played random notes, "Um…I just kind of played," I told him.

"Well you've got a lot of talent. Your new aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well…yes. Forks is a small town and I've never seen you before but you're also different from everyone else." Great I thought so now I'm the weird, different person who plays piano. "Not in a bad way, don't get me wrong. You don't seem like them at all, and I can honestly tell you care in class. You don't know how rare that is. Like now for instance, most people would have walked out with out another word to me. How many people would just walk away as soon as they noticed another person? You're different, not fake and predictable or pitiful. And, since your new here I feel obligated to show you the ropes. Trust me, they're the kind of ropes you hope you never have to climb in P.E. once your halfway up you look down and you know your going to fall."

"Thanks. I'm not so fond of heights myself."

So jasper walked me through the other places I had my classes, since we had spent most of brunch in the music room, and was droning on about some lecture his History teacher made during second period, when I saw her. I was honestly trying to pay attention but found myself lost in her eyes.

She was walking down the hall, towards us and I was so deep into her eyes that it was a few seconds before I realized I was staring at her. I quickly averted my eyes, embarrassed; hoping she didn't notice. I didn't know her, not yet, but I would. I was sure our English project would help with that. I didn't know why, but her being in general intrigued me and kept me on my toes hoping for the next time id see her again.

And then I was pulled back out of my thoughts from Jaspers change in tone. He could tell I wasn't listening and I felt horrible now.

"Edward..?" he questioned, while clearly also questioning my sanity.

"Oh-what?" I stuttered "sorry I'm just tired," I lied. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying...how since you're new, I feel partially obliged to tell you exactly who to stay away from. People like Lauren and Jessica." said jasper, clearly amused with my strained listening; I now pulled my full attention to him.

"Well thanks jasper, so what were the ropes you were talking about?" I asked, grateful that he wasn't the kind of guy that would try to pull out of me what had distracted me when I wasn't listening to him.

As we walked around the school, finally settling at Jasper's lunch table, he told me things I needed to know about the school and these people. Most things he told me weren't surprising, although there were some interestingly shocking stories, one having something to do with an apple and a fishing pole.

As I looked around the lunch room, I spotted Alice with some new friends. I absolutely could not believe it. Of all the friends Alice could make, of course she was one of them. That curious girl, Bella. Alice seemed pretty talkative towards her, so maybe if I was lucky they'd be friends and I'd finally get to meet her…

But I was soon, once again, pulled out of my thoughts by some imbecile Jasper had pointed out as Emmett, waving his hand in my face like a pendulum.

I heard Jasper chuckle next to me.

"You do that a lot don't you?" asked Jasper.

"Well…kind of…" I admitted, reluctantly.

"I guess that's understandable," Jasper winked, clearly knowing what, or who, I was thinking about." Hate to break it to ya chum," Emmett explained, catching on, "But she's off limits. Jacob's got a hold of her, at least for now."

OK, I thought, so I could just be friends with her, couldn't I? Yes I could. But that was the least of my worries. Right now I just had to focus on getting Jasper and Emmett off my back.

"Oh. Um…that's OK…" Quick think of something fast! I told myself. "I was really just thinking about my sister, Alice, over there." I lied.

"Oh yeah," Jasper said, "She's pretty sweet; she's in one of my classes."

"Yeah, be careful though!" I warned, only partly joking, "I would comfort you by saying that she doesn't bite, but she pretty much does." I joked, holding out my arm to reveal a scar I got when I was little.

"Whoa! Your sister did that?!" exclaimed Emmett.

"Nah I'm just joking," I laughed, "But she really is dangerous if you let her near caffeine."

We laughed about that and had many other conversations through out lunch, and before I knew it, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Somewhere through the lunch period, Emmett and Jasper had successfully recruited me for the football team and offered me to join them in weights today with them.

I walked into Bio with delight to find Bella there. For some reason I couldn't identify to myself, I was thrilled we were in the same class again. I soon caught myself once again lost in her. Her eyes, deep pools of welcoming compassion and friendliness. I really wanted to be close to her, for reasons I still couldn't justify to myself. But I soon remembered that I was standing in the doorway, half way into the classroom; blocking the other students from coming in. So I tried to quickly walk past her so she wouldn't be aware that I was aware of her. Thankfully the teacher quickly started the lesson, so my thoughts were partially occupied. I honestly did try to pay attention, but the effort was futile. Besides the fact that I had already taken this class, I was also distracted by Bella. Every few minutes she would fluff her hair, running her hands through each chestnut strand gracefully. I shifted in my seat ever so slightly and she certainly didn't miss the movement that slid me slightly closer to her. This was driving me crazy! Just sitting here listening to the oh-so-dull teacher drone on and me not being able to talk to her. However, my hopes were useless. It didn't look like the teacher would be done anytime soon and class was almost over. I was sure that this sweep of courage to talk to her wouldn't last long, so I had to take advantage of it. But Mr. Green just would not shut up!

Then the bell rang and Bella left swiftly before I even had a chance to contemplate talking to her.

I sat through my next class in a daze. Before I knew it, my first day was over.

Although I had longed to get back to my music and home, I found myself happy and content that I had made some cool friends my first day. Like most new kids, I had the obvious nerves about going to school where I knew no one besides Alice, but I felt a warm sense of belonging with Jasper and Emmett. Although I had only met them today, I felt like I could have known them my whole life. Since I was new here, I was happy to really be myself since there were no past pretenses like the kind that came from my school back in Denali. I thought about all this as I was walking to my car, the anticipation of getting in mostly on my mind. I spotted Alice talking with her friends and beckoned her to hurry up, not even daring to go over there since Bella was there.