I've aready posted this one, but I am really new to and accidently deleted it.
Rosalie's point of view
"Rose. Rosalie! Get OUT of the bathroom! We're going to be late!" my brother, Jasper yelled at me while banging on the bathroom door. "No! You can wait for me. There is no way I am starting school looking like I just got out of bed half an hour ago." I called out to him. "But you did get out of bed half an hour ago! Come on Rosalie, I don't want to be late to our first day of school." cried Jasper. Ugh, don't remind me. We had just moved from Miami to Forks, a small rainy town in Washington. Did I mention that it was rainy? Our dad, Ian, got transferred here. He's a surgeon. I don't know why he accepted the job at Forks Hospital when he was doing just fine in Miami. Plus, He made us move. I still won't forgive him for that. I was on my way to becoming Prom Queen, there is no way that I can work my way up the social ladder that quickly here. Prom is only about 2 months away. I put the last of my mascara on and took one last look in the mirror. My long blonde hair was half way down my back and had a slight curl in the end. I was wearing my skinny jeans and a plain white singlet, with a black cropped jacket over the top. I was lacking in warm clothes as Miami didn't get this cold at all, even in the middle of winter, and it was now the start of summer. I sighed as I turned to walk out the door, Jasper was no longer waiting for me, he'd given up and was now lying on the couch. He heard me coming and threw my keys at me. "Let's get this show on the road!" he said in a slightly sing-song voice as we made our way out the door to my red Mercedes. "Why are you so cheerful at going to a new school, Jaz?" He's always been good at keeping his emotions in-tact. It sometimes brushed off onto other people also. He was incredibly good at keeping people calm in bad situations. "I don't see the point in wallowing around in self pity. Surely it can't be too bad. Anyway, what are you worrying about? Everyone loved you at Miami, everyone will love you here." Can't be too bad? What isn't bad about travelling half way across the country, leaving all your friends that you've had since kindergarten and starting a new school at the end of the school year? "Hm. I suppose." I drove out of my driveway and down the road, and onto the highway.
Forks High School wasn't that hard to find. There is only one high school in Forks, plus its just off the main highway. "It doesn't really look like a high school does it?" Jasper said in a sort of 'are you sure we're at the right place?' voice. He was right though, it looked like a bunch of small houses rather than a school. I turned into the student car park and got out with Jaz. "Here goes nothing." I mumbled under my breath. We took off in the direction of the small house with a massive "ADMINISTRATION" sign on it, to go get our class timetables and new student things. Everyone seemed to stare at us like they'd never seen a new kid before. I guess in a small town like this, most of them probably haven't. As we opened the door to the office, a middle aged woman with mousey brown hair greeted us. "You must be Jasper and Rosalie Hale, yes?" Great. She's been expecting us. "Yes that's us." Jasper replied with a smile. He has always been so much better with meeting new people than I have. The woman handed Jaz and Myself a small folder with our timetable and any notes we need. "Well look at that! You have English together first up." She exclaimed. "Thank god." I sighed. At least I wasn't going to be alone for my first class. She pointed us in the direction of our class and we said our goodbyes. "Hey, you'll be fine!" Jasper said to me, noticing my distress. "Jaz, everyone is staring at us." I snapped back, a little nastier then I intended. "Well of course they are! We are probably the most beautiful people the have ever seen." Jasper replied, in a very smug and sarcastic way. I laughed. He always knew how to make me laugh.
We found our English class with less trouble then I expected. There was a man standing up front of the class who was tall and muscled with dark curly hair, he was surprisingly young, and to be honest, good looking. If he wasn't a teacher I'd have been drooling over him. Jasper and I and handed a note to him that the office lady had given us to hand to all our teachers. He took it with a smile then and gave a booming laugh. Jasper and I looked at each other, confused. Jasper turned back to the, still laughing, teacher. "Um... Is there something funny?" he asked in a confused voice. Just as he opened his mouth to answer us, an old woman walked into the room. "Ah, Mr. Cullen, I see you're giving the new students a warm welcome, I presume?" she said in a crackly, un-impressed voice. "Of course, Mrs. Noonan." He replied. "You must be Rosalie and Jasper." Mrs. Noonan cried in a very welcoming grandmotherly voice, after the way she spoke to the boy I was surprise she could sound nice. "Yes, that would be us." I happily replied, realising that I hadn't actually said anything since we arrived. "Sit down, Emmett!" She yelled at the boy, who I now realised, was not a teacher. I felt so embarrassed for assuming that he was. Of course he couldn't have been. He's too… well he's beautiful. His black curly hair, amazing defined muscles, his deep green eyes. I quickly snapped out of it before anyone caught me staring. Luckily Mrs. Noonan didn't make us give any sort of introduction to ourselves like new students at my old school usually had to. She just gestured to the table at the back, which was directly behind Emmett, for Jasper and I to sit at. I almost ran there to avoid standing up the front any longer. I found myself gazing at Emmett for the most of the lesson, I'd already covered what they were studying, Romeo and Juliet, so hopefully I don't fall behind.
After what seemed to be about 20 minutes the bell went off, making me jump almost 50 feet high. I walked out of the classroom with Jasper and headed to the cafeteria to get lunch. Just as I had walked out the door a hand grabbed my shoulder, I turned around and my heart almost melted when I saw Emmett there. "Hey, I'm Emmett." He said in his deep voice. "I'm Rose and this is my brother Jasper." I replied carefully, hoping my voice didn't crack. "Hi Jasper." He smiled. "How you liking Forks?" he asked me. "Well, it's very different to Miami, but it's nice… I guess." Just as I was finishing my sentence a very petite girl with a spikey almost black hair cut walked up and he put his arm around her shoulder. Of course. I thought. Anyone who looks like that would have a girlfriend.