A/N- This is an idea I'm trying out. It's got some shorter chapters than I usually write. I have four chapters written so far and an outline, so hopefully this story will actually get done in a timely manner. If I get a good response from this chapter I'll probably end up updating again on Sunday. I hope you enjoy it... I'm shutting up now... yeah

Word Count: 1,549

The Gift of Bluntness

Chapter 1 I Met this Psychic Girl

My first day of school and it was already sucking.

I came here to live with my father after my mother died. I was living with her in Phoenix, Arizona when she died from leukemia and my only choices were to become a ward of the state, or live with my father in Forks, Washington…aka Hell on Earth.

I chose to be a ward of the state, but the judge decided on the other path. At least with my choice I could've stayed with my best friend. He would do anything for me.

Instead I had to settle for a quick and painful farewell with the only person I ever loved besides my mother and father, and I was on a plane to Forks.

When I arrived Sunday afternoon Charlie offered to let me stay at home until I got all settled in, but I don't want to dwell on the fact that I'm a half-orphan. And the fact that my best friend was now a thousand miles away… and my cell doesn't get coverage here.

Fuck my life.

My first day in Forks started off with a bang. First I got up and found my dad crying in the kitchen. That was just weird and unnatural, though I understand, with my mom… and all.

Before Charlie could notice me standing in the kitchen doorway, I ran out the front door avoiding that awkward situation. I tend to bottle everything up. I realize that one day I'm going to probably snap and end up stabbing someone to death with a spork…

I'm kinda looking forward to that day. Being an emotional retard is tiring. So… back to my shit-tastical day.

As soon as I stepped off the front porch, I sunk into a puddle that could technically be classified as a pond, and ruined my favorite converse. And as my luck would have it, these were the only shoes I packed since I had planned to go shopping for clothes (and a new cell phone) within the next week. I didn't want to venture too far back into the house in case my father noticed me this time around, and the only replacement I could find were a pair of loose rain boots in the hallway closet.

I figured then that my first day of school wasn't going to be my most fashionable one.

And now, as I stepped into the front office of my new high school, I took in the woman sitting at the front desk. She was reading a romance novel… ugh.

"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan. I'm here to get my schedule?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Oh, hello, Let me just print it for you." She replied. That sounds simple right? I sat in the office for thirty minutes while the secretary screwed with the printer as it apparently was not working.

"You know, you could probably just write it down on a piece of paper for me. I don't mind." I said, annoyed that I was now ten minutes late for first period. I had hoped to slip in early and find a seat in the back, unnoticed.

"Sure." She said sweetly. I could tell she was a bit pissed at my snotty tone. Fuck her; I was now going to have to walk into my class while everyone stared at me.

I finally got my schedule, locker and combination, and a small map of the school, and I headed to my first class. I opened the door to my first period Pre-Calculus class and as I was entering the class, my boot slipped a bit and caught on the threshold.

I was going down like a two dollar whore.

"Fuck! Shit! Goddamn monkey balls!" I exclaimed as I was on my way down. I landed on my stomach and nearly knocked all the air out of my lungs. I stood up to see a class full of startled students, and one unhappy teacher.

"That didn't just happen; you will speak of it to no one. If you do I swear to god I will tell the Chief that you fucking sell pot behind the cafeteria dumpster." I said, looking at the increasingly startled students.

"Excuse me young lady, but I don't appreciate tardiness in my class and I especially don't appreciate swearing." The pudgy man said with an irritated expression on his face.

"My mom just died." I said bluntly, looking at my math teacher in the eyes. Although I loved my mother, I didn't mind using her death to my advantage. That probably has something to do with my teaspoon sized emotional capacity.

It worked because he was obviously confused and very uncomfortable. I turned and looked around the room for an empty seat. There were rows of tables, each seating three people. There was only one seat open, and it was luckily in the back of the room.

I started hopping to the back, taking off my stupid rain boots on my way. You would think with my very ungraceful arrival that I'm a klutz. You'd be wrong. I blame the Satan-possessed shoes for my earlier nose dive.

I reached the back table and shot one boot and then the other into the trashcan at the front of the room like they were basketballs. They both made it so I gave myself permission to have a little congratulatory fist pump. I looked at my bare feet and then back to the eyes of every person staring at me.

"Does anyone by any chance have a spare pair of shoes handy? Size eight? Although I could probably squeeze into a six if I have to." I asked the room. Some people shook their heads. The girl sitting at the table next to me started digging in her backpack.

"I do. Size eight." She said smiling at me. What luck, right?

"Bitch is psychic." I mumbled to myself as I gratefully grabbed the white ballet flats from her and sat in the empty seat beside her. Figures they'd match my outfit.

The psychic girl was quite petite, and she was bouncing around like she drank a couple double espressos. She had short spiky hair that suited her, light golden eyes, and she looked like an elf. The boy next to her was smiling at her amusedly with his also golden eyes, and I could tell that they must be together rather than related as their completely-unique-but-oddly-the-same eyes would seem to imply. They were sitting really close together and he had his arm around the back of her chair. He looked relaxed with his shaggy blonde hair; his lean body stretched out around his chair and the elf-girl.

I had studied them for at least three minutes before I realized everyone was still staring at me. The teacher still looked uncomfortable, staring at me but avoiding my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Continue whatever you were doing before I interrupted."

The teacher cleared his throat and turned back to the board, explaining something or other. I was pro at math so I didn't need to pay attention.

The pixie girl and her boyfriend looked at me amused. I turned to the girl and put out my hand for her to shake.

"My name's Bella Swan. Thanks for the shoes. I'm so lucky you had some psychic vision and knew some idiot, namely me, would need them." She shook my hand with her ice cold one, looking a bit uncomfortable when I mentioned she was psychic; whatever that's about. I mean it'd be totally cool if she really was. The way she was acting like I had just discovered her deep dark secret made me think I was hitting on a nerve.

"My name is Alice Cullen. I'm not really psychic, just always prepared. This is Jasper Hale." I shook his hand too.

"Yeah, right; you're just such a boy scout, you carry around a pair of shoes that are two sizes too big to fit your tiny elfin feet on the specific day that I arrive in my deadly rubber rain boots." I said. She looked shocked and then quite uncomfortable. Yep; she's definitely psychic. She got a blank look in her eyes like she was looking through me and when she focused again she smiled.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." I promised; Alice just smiled happily at me.

"I have a feeling we are going to be wonderful friends."

"Well, if you say so? I mean, I'm not stupid enough to bet against a psychic, right?" With that, the bell rang. I grabbed my bag and turned to head out of the classroom, but Alice grabbed my arm.

"I'll see you at lunch? You can sit with me and Jasper and our other siblings." I looked at Alice and she was all welcoming. Jasper looked at me shocked, and then at Alice confused.

"Sure Alice. I'd love to get to know you. If we're gonna be such good friends, anyway. And maybe you could help me pick out some lottery numbers sometime." I winked at her and headed to my next class. English has always been my favorite subject.

I guess my day is starting to pick up.

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