Beep...beep...beepbeepbeep!
I rolled over and turned my alarm clock off. Great. Another day at wonderful Forks High, the local high school in lovely Forks, Washington. Today was the start of a brand new school year. Maybe even a brand new start to how I was treated by the population at Forks High. I snorted.
Yeah, right, I thought.Like that's going to happen. What, Isabella. You thought that maybe, after 11 years of going to the same school with the same bunch of people, that something would be different? Don't delude yourself.
I sat up and got out of bed. I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of my dresser. I picked up some clothes and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed something red on my hand as I brushed my hair out of my face. I looked at my left hand and noticed a sizable gash in the palm of my hand. Great. Another scratch. I'm going to have to be more careful.
After I got ready I grabbed my school stuff from my room and headed downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat before heading to school. I looked at the clock above the sink and started to panic. I was going to be late for school if I didn't hurry and leave the house. I grabbed a muffin and walked quickly outside to my truck. I started it, jumping slightly as I started it since it was so loud. I drove as fast as I could, the speed limit allowing, and got to the high school with ten minutes to spare. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw that the only spot open was in front of a silver Volvo, something that stood out amongst the other, older cars. Hmm. Maybe we have new students this year. Maybe this year will be more interesting.