I can't believe we've moved aging! We were recently living in LA before I got kicked out of school. Now we've moved to Forks Washington the rainiest place in the world and my mom won't even look at me. Last time she talked to me was when we got out of the principles office; I can still hear her last words ringing in my ears "I'm so disappointed in you Bella". Moving is crap. Not that my life was perfect or amazing in my old town and school. Truthfully, it was far from it. Making friends had never come easy for me, so you can imagine how much of a miracle it seemed to me that I even have the two friends I have. Or had. The friends I had. They couldn't actually be my friends now that I have moved to the other side of the country. They probably wouldn't even bother to email me.

I didn't even begin to wonder how horrible my life was going to be. I couldn't even think of how much of an outcast I was going to be. This is going to suck. Well I guess I just have to suck it up as they say, tomorrow I will be the new kid all over again. Great! I might as well wear a bright, flashing, neon sign over my head. LOOK AT ME! Note the sarcasm.

Bepp…….Bepp…….Bepp

I could hear the frantic noise of my alarm clock ringing in my ears. It was seven in the morning according to the annoying beeping alarm which was flashing brightly on my bedside table. I quickly turned it of and enjoyed the sweet silence.

"Bella" I heard my mom call from downstairs. Thank God she is talking to me again I thought.

"I'm up, Mom!" I called back.

"Don't wanna be late for your first day!" Her enthusiasm disgusted me. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but sometimes her optimism was just too much for me, let alone anyone, to handle. So, my response to her question would be obvious. Hell yes I do! I shouted in my head. I just wanted to turn the lights back off, hide under my covers and sleep, if I could, for the whole day. I was glad my mom decided not to come up and look fore me; it was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased. I stared out the window and let just a few tears escape as I finally forced myself to get up and out of bed. I scowled at myself in the full-length mirror as I took a note of my hair, which had somehow knotted itself into something resembling a bird's nest. Fabulous, I thought. Especially on this, the first day at my new school. I brushed through my thoroughly dishevelled hair, while I ripped through it—aside from being thankful that I wasn't born with a tender scalp. I took my time choosing my outfit, although I really didn't want to. I hated admitting to myself that I actually cared what I looked like to other people. I was always drilling it into peoples' minds: I don't care what others think of me. But I knew that was a lie. I cared, no matter how much I didn't want to.

As I sat in the car in front of my new school I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

"Okay! Have a good time. I know you're gonna make friends right away, just think positive….. And honey? Try not to get kicked out?" Said my mom Renée and smiled at me.

"I will" I said before I took a deep breath and stepped unwillingly out of the car.

I looked up and saw the collection of matching houses that I would be spending the majority of my time the next three years. Oh Great! I'm officially in hell. I walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges and took a deep breath before opening the door. Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The school corridor was full with students and weirdly enough I've never felt more alone in my whole life. I couldn´t help but feel like an animal in a cage. Everybody was staring at me like I had a sign strapped to my head saying NEW GIRL. I even checked to see if I had all my clothes correctly. My shirt wasn't inside out and my shoes were the same colour so at least I hadn't made a fool out of myself…yet.

In front of me was a small thin girl with dark curly hair. She looked gorgeous. She wore a pink fit shirt along with some jeans and high heels, and a genuine smile crossed her face as I mad my way up to her. "Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you but I'm totally lost, I'm supposed to get to the administration office to pick up my schedule but can find it." I said shyly.

"I'll show you, come on. So you're from Hemery, right? In L.A.? "She asked as we walked through the corridor. Gosh how does she know that? I mean I knew word would spread fast but not even before I was here!

"Uh, yeah."

"Oh, I would *kill* to live in L.A. That close to that many shoes?" She said and we both laughed.

"I'm Jessica by the way" She said as we entered the administration office.

"I'm Isabella, but everybody calls me Bella"

The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly coloured flyers taped to its front. Behind the counter sat a red-haired woman wearing glasses. When she looked up she saw us.

"Can I help you?"

"My name is Isabella Swan, I'm new and I'm here to pick up my schedule." I informed her

"Of course. I have your schedule right her" She said and gave me a piece of paper. I told her thanks before we left the office.

"So what's your first class" Jessica asked me with a smile.

"ehmm….Trig with Mr Whitmore" I answered her.

"Me to" She answered and smiled at me. As we made are way to our class I could hear people constant whispering around me.

"Man, she's HOT."

"I would SO tap that."

"I wonder if she's single..."

"Her boobs are, like, obviously plastic. I mean, she's obviously, like, a wannabe."

It was really starting to annoy me.