Bella'pov

My bruises ached, as I walked along Port Angeles.

Concentrating on the shops ahead of me, I was able to block out what had happened last night. It was something I didnt want to think about..

Something, which, up until now, I hadn't believed possible.

I was proved wrong last night.

It was ten in the morning, now, and I was on my way to meet my best friend, Angela in the local cafe.

Watching the cars whizz along, people laughing carelessly, I felt, my resolve slip, just a bit. I couldnt do things like that anymore. It wasn't right, and he didnt want me to.

I spotted Angela waving to me out of the window of the cafe, I smiled back, glad to see her, and went in.

The atmosphere was buzzing, people having a laugh, elderly people engrossed in their papers, or books, and ....it seemed just so normal. Angela beckoned me over with a wave of her hand, and I gladly sat down.

"Bella, how've you been?"

I should mention here, that during the last year, I hadnt been able to talk with Angela as often as I would have liked, due to the fact that her Dad had got a new job somewhere in Florida. Her mom had gone as well, so, the last day of school had been pretty tearful.

We had thought we would never see her again, to be honest. My last memory of her was her tear stained face as she walked away, waving frantically, while also, sporting a very large hankerchief.

But then, almost a year afterward, I had got a call from her, saying gleefully that she was on her way back to Forks, after her dad had cheated on her mom with "some Blonde".

Slightly worried about her, I had arranged for us to meet up.

"Fine thanks, Angela"I answered now, really glad to see her. She hadnt really changed, although, when I took a second, longer glance, I noticed her brown hair was longer, tied back in a stylish ponytail,

and her skin had visibly darkened. She never wore glasses anymore,either.

" That's good.." She nodded as if satisfied. Then she offered me a menu. " You wanna order...?"

Looking down at the menu, I suddenly felt a hit of low esteem.

Something which I suddenly felt disgusted with myself for. Here was Angela, dark glossy hair, healthy looking skin, with zero blemishes, and a tan to die for. Whereas, as if by contrast, I sat there, pale sickly looking skin,( probably) my hair was dank, and and full of greece.

I felt awful. Angela was my friend. I had no right to be jealous. I didnt want to be, either. But I couldnt help it. She was just so....happy.

And....the truth was...I was not.

"Bella?" Angela sounded concerned. Perhaps she saw my face. " Honey, whats wrong?" I almost laughed at that. The sunshine state had changed one thing, at least.

" ....nothing..." I answered.

Angela continued to look worried for a moment, then silently nodded her head, and pressed me no further. And for that, I thanked God. That was why I missed Angela.

" I guess, I'll have the cappichino" I said, still scanning the menu.

"You sure?"

" Yeah. " I put the menu down. " What are you having?"

"Ah, what the heck, I'll have a black coffee" She shot a happy grin at me. In spite of myself, I found myself returning it.

Her next question, however, threw me.

"So, Bella." She began, somewhat coyly" Have you met that special someone yet?"

I stared at her, blush begining to warm my cheeks. "Well...."

Okay,guys, Im trying out a new thing here. So, if you want to see the next chapter, please review, okay? Thank you!

~Dawn Run~