A/N:Feel free to review/comment/criticise. It;s my first story, I have a few ideas of where it could go, but I would really like to know what you think.

There was only one day of summer left. Unlike everyone else in my town, I was excited for school to start. Sure, they were excited for parties, dances, new classes, all that fun stuff. But not me. I was excited to the daily routine. Wake up, go to school, come home, eat, sleep, wake up, go to school, come home... You get the idea.

In short, I was excited for summer to be over.

Just a month ago, I was happy and peaceful, laying on a beautiful beach, on a small private Island in the Caribbean. I had everything I wanted at my fingertips.

Today, I was wrapped up in a few blankets (thanks to the faulty heater), staring through a window out into the rain, and deeply missing my ocean. I think my tan was even starting to fade.

A tear slid down my cheek. Of all the things that could have gone wrong, the worst decides to happen. I pushed the memory out of my mind and went downstairs for dinner.

"Bella, I got you a few notebooks for tomorrow, I didn't know what you would want. I hope they're Okay." I looked on the table where two bright pink notebooks were, my aunt stuck her head through the doorway and smiled at me. She was trying so hard. The thought of carrying two pink notebooks with me was a little weird,

"They're fine, thanks." I said , hoping to convince her. She had been so nice to me, she let me mope around the house for the last 3 weeks, my mom would never allow that.

"I made spaghetti." She said, hoping I would approve.

"Smells good." I had been so rude to her the first week, and I was determined to be different now, I had to show her who I really was.

We sat down at the table, me on the end by the stairs, her on the end by the kitchen. She folded her hands, and bowed her head, out of respect for her I did the same. "Dear lord, Thank you for all the wonderful gifts you have given us today. Thank you for the flowers in the front yard, and bunnies in the back." Her prayers were always a little childish. She always said that God didn't care how you pray. "And thank you for lovely Lilly. And watch over her tomorrow, on her first day of school, and keep Charlie and Renee by your side, so they can watch her too." Another tear down my cheek. "Amen." she started eating her salad.

I sat there staring at my plate. She hadn't noticed my tears. I looked at how beautiful she was, she looked just like my mom. They were twins, identical. They were best friends until they went off to college. Aunt Rose went to school to be a teacher and my mom went to meet a guy. And she did. She met my dad. They fell in love and moved to California. My mom and Aunt stopped talking over the years. I had heard very little of my Aunt, and had only seen her in the pictures that came with our Christmas cards every year.

"Are you not hungry?" She asked, bringing me back from my memories.

"Not really, but it does look good."

"I'm sorry, I know I'm not a very good cook. You can make yourself something else if you like." She didn't look very hurt.

"No, actually I just want to go to," I looked at the clock is was only a quarter after six. "You know, big day tomorrow."

"Okay, go get some sleep." I got up and brought my dishes into the kitchen, she had never asked me to do any chores but seeing the state of the kitchen, I decide to clean it when I get home tomorrow.

I walk through the living room, avoiding the dining room and go up the stairs. There is a small hallway, with one bedroom on each side and a bathroom at the end. I walk into the room on the left, my room. It was small, and purple. There was a twin bed against one wall and a desk against the other. On top of the desk was my computer and my journal. I decided to pick out my clothes for the next day. I opened up my closet door and looked inside, my eyes were tempted to cry again, but I didn't let them. My closet was practically empty. Most of my clothes had been left when I moved in with Rose. I had been allowed to bring 2 suitcases. I also mailed my computer, but they didn't know about it. In one suitcase, I had put all the clothes that I could fit, most of them weren't even wearable here. In the other I had put all the family photos I could find, my journal, and my address book. And that is what I showed up in rainy New Portland, Washington with. When I got off the plane, and saw my Aunt in person for the first time, she hugged me and said "We'll have to get you new clothes." That night we went to a store and bought plenty of warm clothes. Since I arrived, there had been two sunny days, and neither were warm enough to go swimming.

I looked into my closet, wishing that I would wake up in the morning and find that this has all been a dream. Knowing that it would never happen, I grabbed a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a warm sweater to go over it. I laid them on my computer chair along with my new notebooks. I took one last look outside. It was raining still as I

expected. I laid down in my bed, knowing I would cry myself to sleep again.

"Bella! Wake up! It's a beautiful day! I made pancakes!" I looked out the widow, Aunt Rose was right, it was a beautiful day, the first since I had been there.

I got out of bed and dressed quickly, I didn't know how far the school was.

When I got downstairs Rose looked at me with wide eyes.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks."

She hurried around to hug me. "I bet you're excited,"

I forced on a smile and sat down to eat.

Again she bowed her head to pray. "Dear lord, Thank you for watching us throughout the night. Please guide us through our day and give us courage to do something spectacular. And God, please send Bella a guardian Angel, to watch her during the day. Amen."

We ate our pancakes in silence, but she kept looking at me and smiling, when I looked up at her she looked down at her food. She definitely had something planned.

She looked up at the clock. "Oh, you'd better start heading towards school, it starts in half an hour, and you want to get there early."

"Yeah, I should go." I walked over to grab my coat and saw that she had already written out directions and printed out a map, I didn't mention that I thought it would take me over a half an hour to walk there, the walk would give me time to clear my head.

"Bye, see you later." I walked out the door and stopped on the front porch. In the driveway was a black convertible. Correction. My black SSC Ultimate Aero.

I felt Aunt Rose's hand on my shoulder, "I had them fly it in, someone from the airport dropped it off this morning."

I turned around and hugged her as hard as I could. My parents had given me the car for my birthday, and I had only gotten to use it for a few months.

"Thank you so much." I said, not letting her go.

"I thought it would help you get through your day. All your stuff is still in the trunk."

I walked over to the car and opened the trunk, everything was still there, my beach bag, my shopping bag from my last trip to the mall, even the survival kit my dad insisted on. I couldn't believe she had done that for me.

"Thank you." I said again as I slid into the driver's seat. I took in a deep breath, the air freshener was still fresh, and the car still smelled like the beach of home. I turned around and slowly began driving down the long driveway. As I got on the highway, I stepped on the pedal, and could feel the speed as the car accelerated. The best thing about a private island? No speed limits. As the speedometer crossed the 100 line, I glanced behind me to make sure there wasn't anyone that could see me. I would have to get used to the tiny speed limits here but not today. I urged the car a little more, getting more towards 150, when I remembered where I was headed, just in time, I slowed down and exited the highway, I noticed another car behind me, hoping they hadn't seen me and my speed, as I pulled into the school parking lot.

There were many students already there, all staring at me. It took me a moment to remember why. The car. It's not every day someone pulls up to school in a seven thousand hundred dollar car. I was considering going back home and asking Rose to drive me, but one glance at the clock told me she had already left for work. The car behind me honked, reminding me that I needed to park. I found a spot close to the building, wanting to disappear quickly. Before I had even turned off the engine there were about twenty teenage boys surrounding my car, it was times like these that I thanked god for heavily tinted windows. Maybe if I stayed in the car long enough, they would go away. But the boys began knocking on the windows.

"Wow, man, sweet ride." I heard one of them say. Great, they thought I was a guy.

'Well,' I said to myself. 'If I don't get out now, I will be late to my first class, and I may never have the courage to come back. Fine it's decided. I'm going in.'