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DON'T LEAVE! Okay, thanks! So this is a brand new fanfic! I'm going to put a couple chapters up at once, and then have one or two a week, depending on how busy my life is!

For the people who are wondering: BELLA TURNS INTO A WOLF….only spoiling because people will read it more if they knew that.

Okay, so this starts at the very beginning…there is no twilight…just the first chapter or so. I'm just using the characters and the setting….actually, not really, but whatever….

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Hannayla! Or Hanni {98} and no I was not born in 1998…it's my lucky number…

Chapter 1: First Day Fever

It's been exactly 5 long days since I moved from warm, sunny Phoenix, Arizona to rainy, wet Forks, Washington to live with my dad, the chief of police. My mom just remarried Phil Dwyer, a minor league baseball player who travelled around a lot with his team. Deep down, I had known my mom had wanted to go to Phil's away games with him, even if she told me different. She always acted sullen, and depressed when he was off to a city hours away, so I decided to move in with my Dad, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.

And just as I had thought, it had been a mistake. I had missed my Dad tons, but my mother and I had a stronger relationship incomparable to the one Charlie and I shared.

My five days in Forks have been a boring routine: wake-up, unpack, make lunch for Charlie, watch a movie, make supper for Charlie, go to sleep.

Repeat.

I had nobody to talk to here; all of my friends were in Phoenix –hundreds of miles away.

"Bells?" Charlie asked me. We were at the local diner, and I realized I had been glaring at the window, thinking of how much I hated my life right now. "You alright?"

I fake smiled at him, "I'm good, I just have a bit of a headache!" I said it too chipper, like I was happy to be coming down with something.

"You know, you don't have to go to school tomorrow if you're not ready." Charlie said, giving me an odd look.

"No, no," I answered back quickly, "I'm fine, trust me."

"Whatever you say, Bells." He said slowly.

We look at each other for a moment. I was waiting for him to say something, and he was probably doing the exact same thing: Charlie just went back to his fries, and I went back to staring down the window.

XOX

It was the morning first day of school, and I wasn't feeling good at all. I had gone to bed perfectly fine, and woken up with a headache, and an incredibly high fever.

"Bella!" Charlie happily called from the kitchen, "You have to get down here now! I've got something to show you before school!"

I stared back at my reflection; my skin seemed to have gotten tanner, my hair darker, and at this angle it looks like I've grown at least three feet over night.

"Coming!"

"I threw on a pair of jeans that were way too big yesterday, but now fit perfectly. I ran down the steep stairs as fast as I possibly could. Instead of tripping, like a usually do, I ran downstairs with ease and perfect grace.

"Hey, kid," Charlie said gruffly, "I'd like you to meet Billy and Jake Black."

Billy was in a silver rusty wheel chair, he was Quileute. He looked at me with a new light in his eye, "Hello, Bella." Billy took my hand in his, "Are you feeling alright"

"I'm fine, thanks, Billy!" I smiled my most convincing smile at him, trying to look like I didn't have a temperature of 105 degrees.

Charlie walked to Billy, and pushed his chair away, leaving me with Jacob.

"Hey." He said, smiling up at me, "I'm Jake! We used to make mud pies when me were kids!"

I laughed, remembering those times in the summer I'd come down to see Charlie. Jake and I would be dropped off at Sue Clearwater's, so are fathers would be free to go fishing without worrying about Jake or I falling out of the boat.

"I remember that!" I said, happy for the first time in days, there was something about Jake's sunny attitude that made you smile.

"Jake," Billy called, "Show her the truck."

Jake's eyes lit up, "Kay,"

"What truck?" I asked.

Jake grabbed my hand and pulled me towards that door, "Come see!"

Outside was a rusty, red Chevrolet pickup truck. "Is this for me?" I asked Jake.

He was smiling as brightly as me, "All yours, Bells! It's a 1953 Chevrolet pickup truck, but it runs pretty good. I've done some work on it." He said proudly.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I've never had my own vehicle before, and it was so sweet of Charlie, Billy and Jake to think of me.

"Thanks so much!" I said throwing my arms around Jake.

"No, problem." he mumbled into my long, thick hair. I pulled away from Jake to see him blushing a deep vibrant red.

I laughed, "I better go…Can I have the keys?"

He seemed surprised at the fact that you needed keys for a truck, "Oh, yeah! Right!" He laughed nervously, "My dad has them."

Right on cue, my dad and Charlie came through the door, "Here you go, Bella." He said gravely, like he was handing me much more than a set of truck keys.

"Um, thanks…" I answered back, biting my lip, "Thanks so much for the truck."

Billy was looking at me like he was expecting me to turn into a tap dancing elephant, "You're going to be late for school. You must go for now. We will have much to talk about; you will know when it's time. You have a powerful destiny, little one" Billy said slowly and surely.

There was an awkward moment of silence, "What are you talking about, Dad?" Jake asked surprised.

I backed up slowly and hurried to my brand new truck, not waiting for a reply. I quickly started the engine, and left as fast as I could. I was a good 50 meters down the road when Charlie yelled out "Drive carefully!" but I could hear him like he was sitting beside me.

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"Look at the new girl…" a bratty nasally voice whispered, actually she attempted to whisper. I could still here her from across the parking lot.

"I know!" a different skank yelled across the parking lot, "Look at her jeans! She totally bought them at Wal-Mart…"

I turned in the direction of the voices. There was a blond girl, and a darker haired girl leaning against the school talking about my hair, and choice of clothes. I started over to talk to them, and politely tell them to stop talking about me.

In my hurry, I had bumped into a pretty girl with dark brown hair and eyes. The girl had a pile of books in her hand, and they went flying as she went crashing to the ground. I looked down at her in surprise and realized that I hadn't even felt the impact, "Are you okay?" I asked, bending down to give her a hand, grabbing her notes with the other hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said straightening her glasses and letting me pull her up, "My names Angela Weber, by the way."

"Oh, I'm Bella Swan. I'm new here." I curse my words. Could I have sounded any more stupid? She's probably going to walk away, and I'm going to be socially labeled as a nerd.

Angela just laughs, "Obviously. " We smile at each other, "So what classes are you in?"

I was about to tell her my academic schedule when I hear the two girls from earlier. I try to block out their comments, but fail in doing so. "Oh, I'm in-"I pause, and my entire conscious goes to the two girls:

"Looks like the two nerds found each other." The darker haired one says to her blond companion, "Maybe Angie will finally leave us alone."

"I know," the blond one answers, "I've never liked her anyway."

"Bella?" Angela asks me, breaking my concentration, "Are you alright?"

I didn't answer her question, but instead asked one of my own, "Who are they?" I asked, nodding towards the two girls.

Angela follows my gaze, and frowns, "That's Lauren Mallory and Catherine Talbot. I don't think they like me much."

"You're right." I look down at her, frowning "Listen to the things they're saying about you right now."

Angela's quiet for a moment, "I don't hear anything, Bella."

My frown deepens, "How can you not? They're practically yelling across the parking lot!"

Angela looks at me funny, and glances at Catherine and Lauran, "Wow, you must have really good hearing." She says, amazed.

I knew I didn't, my mother used to tell me that I couldn't hear someone until they're standing behind me, yelling in my ear."Let's go with that." I answer back, "So, How do you get to Room 12 English?"

Angela grins at me, and starts giving me turn by turn directions. I can tell that this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

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