Hey guys. So this is my first story, I hope you all enjoy it. It's not gonna be very long, I've worked out about fifteen chapters. I'm halfway through writing the story so updates should be pretty regular.
I really hope you enjoy this emotional and very real story. Many people unfortunately relate to the situation our Bella is going through.
Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Chapter 1 Bella POV

We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Bella, baby, it's time to get up; you don't wanna be late for your first day of school," I heard my mom, Renee, call up the stairs.

I sat up in my new bed, my new sheets surrounding me, and signed, thinking about the horror of a day I was about to face. Anyone who had moved in high school knew that starting a new school was terrifying. However, starting a new school in a town of less than 400 people was even scarier. And, as if things couldn't get worse, it was March; middle of the semester.

I groaned as I climbed out of bed and stretched, hearing my bones crack as I made my way to the bathroom to start my morning routine. Once I had emptied my bladder, I had a wash before making my way back into my bedroom and over to my closet, dodging boxes that had yet to be unpacked.

I dressed simply in a pair of skinny jeans, a simple t-shirt and my trusty black converse. I brushed through my long wavy hair to remove the tangles and added a touch of mascara and lip gloss and I was ready to go. I grabbed my black jacket and my grey wool scarf along with my school bag which had already been packed and left my bedroom with one last sigh.

When I made it downstairs I was hit by the smell of waffles and coffee. Making my way into the kitchen, I saw my mom dressed up in a fitted dark blue dress, her curly hair pinned up. She had managed to get a job working for Cullen Interiors as the personal assistant to the woman who owned it.

"Morning, baby. You hungry?"

I shook my head as I poured myself a cup of coffee. To be honest, my mom and I hadn't had the best relationship over the last year, and I knew it was my fault. We used to be close but after the accident, I shut her out, which I knew had hurt her but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to let anyone in.

We sat in silence as she ate her waffles and I sipped on my coffee. When I was finished, I put the cup in the sink and picked up my bag, muttering goodbye and heading out. I picked up my car keys on the way out of the door and walked out. After I climbed into my car, I turned on the radio and made my way towards my new school.

The drive to school was pretty simple; all I had to do was turn out of our road, onto Main Street and follow it down until I got to a sign welcoming me to Forks High.

I drove around the parking lot until I found a space close to the entrance and parked. I looked around the lot as I climbed out and saw a few cars here and there and said a silent 'thank God' that I managed to dodge the stares, at least for now.

When I walked into the reception office, I saw an older woman with dyed blonde hair and pale blue eyes dressed in a pink floral dress standing behind the desk.

"Good morning, dear. Can I help you with something?" she asked in a gentle voice.

"Um, yeah. I'm new."

She smiled. "Oh, of course. I heard about the new family moving to town. Welcome to Forks High." I smiled slightly. "Your name?"
"Isabella Swan."

"That's a beautiful name, dear. Here is your schedule, a map of the school and a slip that you'll need to get all of your teachers to sign and then return it to me at the end of the day." I nodded. "Enjoy your first day, dear"
"Thanks," I said quietly before I left.

I checked my schedule and then looked at the map to look for the building I had to go to for homeroom. Just like the town itself, the school was pretty small, made up of five two-story buildings.

When I got to homeroom, there was no-one else there so I took a seat right at the back, hoping it would stop people from staring at me.

It did not.

Ten minutes after I arrived, the classroom started filling up and every single person stared at me, which I expected. I did not, however, expect for them all to take it in turns to turn around and look at me when the teacher wasn't looking. This carried on for about twenty minutes until the teacher finally brought it up.

"Okay, I can see that you've all noticed the shiny new toy at the back of the room," he said with a creepy laugh. "As you all know we have a new student joining us. Why don't you stand up and tell us your name, where you're from, etcetera."

I blushed as I stood up and saw twenty or so faces looking at me. I cleared my throat. "Um, hi. I'm Isabella Swan, but I prefer to be called Bella. I just moved here with my mom from Kansas." I sat back down as quickly as I could.

"Well, on behalf of your new homeroom class I say welcome to Washington, Bella. I'm Mr James." He smiled at me and wiped his greasy blond hair back. "Okay, moving on. We have some announcements." I blocked out the rest of what he was saying and, finally, the bell for first period rang. I checked my schedule and saw I had American History so I checked my map and made my way to where I needed to be.

The morning passed fairly quickly and before I knew it was lunch. I made my way to the cafeteria and stood in line. I quickly grabbed a piece of pizza, an apple of a bottle of water and paid quickly before scanning the room to find an empty table. I finally found one towards the back of the room and started fast walking towards it. However, before I made it, I was stopped by three girls. One of them had curly brown hair down to her shoulders and grey eyes, the second had wavy blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back with dull blue eyes and the third had short dark brown hair with dark brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Jessica; this is Lauren and Angela. We've been hearing about you all day but none of us have had the chance to meet you. Do you wanna it with us?"

I was about to say no, that I just wanted to find a table by myself and have some peace but then I remembered the promise I made to my mom on the drive from Kansas.

"We're almost there, Bells. You excited?" she asked me. I could tell she was by the way she was almost bounding in the driver's seat.

"Not really," I muttered quietly.

She sighed, something she had been doing a lot when she spoke to me over the past year. "I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"When we get to Forks, and you start your new school, I want you to promise that you'll at least try and make some friends. High school is a hard time and you can't spend the next year and a half alone."

It was my turn to sigh. "What if I don't wanna make new friends?"

"Baby, you know if your dad was here…" I cut her off.

"But he's not."

"But if he was, he would not want you to shut everyone out."

I sighed again. "Fine, I'll try make new friends." She smiled and then began singing to the awful Taylor Swift song that came on the radio.

"Sure," I told the girls with a forced smile as I followed them over to a table where four guys were sitting.

"Guys, this is the new girl." She turned to me for me to say my name.

"Bella."

She smiled. "This is Bella. Bella, this is Mike, Eric, Ben and Tyler." They all smiled and said hello. "Sit, sit, sit. We wanna know everything about you."

"Everything?" I asked nervously. She and Lauren nodded enthusiastically.

"Um, okay then. I'm from a small town called Cherokee in Kansas, just north of the Oklahoma boarder."

"What do your parents do?" Lauren asked.

"Um, my mom is a personal assistant for an interior designer."

"And your dad?" Jessica asked.

I froze. I knew I'd have to answer questions about my dad someday, I never thought it would be on my first day. Without going into detail I simply said, "It's just my mom and I."

They all looked like they wanted to push for more information, except for Angela, who spoke up quickly and changed the subject by asking why my interests were.

When lunch hour finished, we all stood up and Mike asked, "So, Bella, what class you got next?"

I checked my schedule and said, "Biology."

He smiled widely. "Great. I'm in that class too."

"Me too," Tyler spoke quickly.

"So am I," Eric followed. "We can show you the way."

Angela rolled her eyes. "I'm in that class too but I have to go to the bathroom first. You wanna come, Bella, and we can walk to class together?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically and followed her to the bathroom with a quick wave to the others.

We walked to the bathroom in silence and she walked into a cubical while I waited for her by the sinks. When she was done she began washing her hands and I finally said something.

"Thank you. For changing the subject earlier. And for not making me walk to class with them."

She smiled. "You're welcome. I wouldn't make my worst enemy walk to class with those three clowns. And I could tell you didn't wanna talk about you dad, for whatever reason." I smiled back. As much as I hated to admit it, and as much as I didn't wanna let anyone in, Angela seemed like the kinda person you couldn't help but like. "You ready?" she asked. I nodded and we left, making our way towards biology class.

When we got there, she went and sat down and I gave the slip of paper to the teacher for him to sign like I had in all of my other classes that day.

"Ah, yes, Miss Swan. Welcome. I have a seat for you right here." He led me down the aisle to the third row.

The desk I had been led to had someone else already seated. He was a pale boy, although I couldn't see his face because he was facing down, looking at his phone that was hidden under the desk. His hair was a strange copper color.

"Okay, class. Ready to begin. Put your cell phone away, Mr Cullen or I will have it off of you and you can have it back at the end of the day."

The boy put his phone in his jacket pocket and looked up. "Sorry, Mr Molina." I still couldn't see him properly because he was facing sideways but I could see his remarkably well structured cheek bones and sharp jaw bone.

"Thank you. As you've probably heard we have a new student, Isabella Swan. She's just moved here from Kansas. Welcome Miss Swan."

I ducked my head down, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks from once again being the center of attention. Mr Molina moved on and began the class.

"You're lucky he didn't make you stand up and introduce yourself. He's been known to do that," I heard a whisper from my left. I turned and saw the boy with the structured facial bones looking at me with a smile. A beautiful crooked smile. Now I could see him properly, I noticed his straight nose, perfectly plump lips and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. "I'm Edward, by the way." He held out his hand under the desk for me to shake. Surprisingly big hands with long, lean fingers.

"Hi," I said back as I shook his hand and felt a shiver run through me.

Before I could say anything else Mr Molina spoke. "Okay, guys, today we're gonna be looking at onion root tip cells. You'll be working in pairs to separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first pair to finish with the correct answers wins" he gasped, "the golden onion." He looked proud. Groans were heard from around the class and Edward chuckled beside me. "That's fine. One day you'll learn to appreciate the things I do for you," Mr Molina muttered as he put the onion down and picked up the sheets we had to fill in.

"Ladies first," Edward said to me with a grin. I picked up the first slide and put it under the microscope.

"Prophase."

"You mind if I look?" I shook my head and he pulled the microscope towards himself and looked through. "It's prophase."

I nodded. "Like I said." He smiled as he write it down on our sheet.

He changed the slide as he asked me, "So how're you liking Forks?"

I shrugged. "It's cold. I don't like cold."

"You do realize that this is the wettest place in the continental U.S., right? It' anaphase."

"You mind if I look?" he grinned at me as he pushed the microscope towards me. I nodded and looked at him. "Anaphase."

"Like I said," he told me as he changed the slide again and looked through. "It's metaphase. You wanna look?"

I shook my head. "No, I believe you."

It took us about fifteen minutes before we finished them all and Mr Molina came over to check our answers. He declared us the winners and gave us the onion but told the rest of the class they had to continue trying to finish until the end of class.

"You know, you never answered my question," Edward told me after the teacher walked away. I looked at him in confusion. He chuckled. "Did you not realize this is the wettest place in the continental U.S.?"

"Oh. Yeah, I knew."

"So why'd ya move here?"

"It was my mom's choice."

"So you and your dad just had to go with it?"

I shook my head. "It's just me and my mom."

He was silent for a few moments. "Where's your dad?"

I snapped. "I don't want to talk about it; especially with a stranger I met a half hour ago." I crossed my arms and looked the other way, effectively ignoring him for the remainder of class.

Finally the bell for last period rang and I jumped out of my seat, collected my things and rushed out of class before anyone could talk to me. And as if things couldn't get worse, I noticed when I checked my schedule that I had gym class last.

Great! I thought sarcastically.

Thankfully, because I was new, Coach Méndez allowed me to sit out of participating in any of the games so I spent the hour sitting on the bleachers.

Finally the bell rang signaling the end of the day and I rushed out as soon as I could. I made a quick stop at reception to return the slip of paper that my teachers had signed and then hightailed it towards my car. I had almost made it out of there when a high-pitched voice stopped me.

"Excuse me, wait." I turned around and saw a beautiful petite girl running towards me with four other people trailing behind her. I frowned as she stopped in front of me and smiled. She sighed. "Sorry. I just had to meet you and I would not have been happy if I didn't meet you today. I'm Alice."

Alice was tiny. I mean, like, less than five foot, tiny. She had short black hair that was sticking in every direction, but not in a bad way; deep blue eyes the color of the pacific. She was dressed in a pair of black leggings, a white tunic with a grey cardigan over the top and some grey ballet flats. She was beautiful.

Behind her was another girl who gave Alice a run for her money in the beauty department. She had golden blonde hair that fell down her back in waves, sky blue eyes and a body that Victoria Secret angels would kill for. Her long legs were accentuated in her light denim jeans, fitted white top with her nude cropped jacket over the top and her brown boots.

With her was a muscular brown haired man who must have been on steroids because never had I ever seen a teenager with that much muscle; an extremely tall man with honey blonde hair and, oh crap, Edward.

I realized that Alice was waiting for me to respond. "Um, hi. I'm…"

She cut me off. "Oh, honey, I know." She laughed angelically. "This is Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper and Edward."

"We've already met," Edward spoke up."

Alice turned around. "What? You met the new girl and you didn't think to tell me?" He rolled his eyes and she turned back around. "Anyway, I've been meaning to introduce myself all day. We had homeroom together but you really looked like you wanted to be left alone after everyone spent the entire hour staring at you."
"Thanks."

She nodded. "Anyway, now we've met you can come and sit with us in homeroom. We'll save you a seat."

"Oh no, you don't have to…"

"I know, but we want to. See you tomorrow." She blew me a kiss and walked away. Everyone except for Edward followed after her.

"I'm sure you probably wanna get out of here but I just wanted to say sorry about earlier."

I shook my head. "It's fine. I shouldn't have snapped."

"No, it's not. I was prying into your business and I shouldn't have. You were right, we're strangers. Anyway, I'll let you go. See you tomorrow." He walked away.

I sighed, something I had done a lot over the course of the day, and climbed into my car.

When I finally got home, I noticed my mom's car wasn't there which meant I'd get some peace and quiet for a while. I made a start on dinner and, when it was all in the oven, made my way up stairs to get started on my homework.

A few hours later, when I was taking dinner out of the oven, I heard the front door open and the sound of my mom's heels walking through the house.

She walked into the kitchen and stopped. "Oh, sweetie, didn't you get my message?" she asked as I got the plates out to dish up dinner. "I texted you saying we were gonna go out for dinner."

"I've already made dinner."

She smiled. "Well can't you just put it in the oven for tomorrow?"

I stared at her for a moment before picking the dish of lasagna up and putting it back in the oven, slamming the door behind it.

"I'm not hungry," I told her as I put the plates away.

She sighed. "Bells," she started, but I cut her off.

"Don't call me that!"

"Bella, sweetie, I'm sorry but I did message you. So what do you say we go out and eat? My boss told me about a great little diner."

"I said I'm not hungry," I told her sharply as I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"What have you eaten today?"

"I had a slice of pizza." I walked out of the kitchen, attempting to get to my room before a full-blown argument was started. However, she followed me out.

"I really wish you'd stop with the attitude, Bella, and…" I turned around and cut her off, again.

"And what, mom? Be all happy-go-lucky like you? Moving us to a new town isn't gonna change anything. Because that was your plan right; take us out of Cherokee and move us to this dump and maybe I'll be happier. Won't work, mom, because no matter where we live daddy's still gone," I shouted before running up the stairs and into my bedroom, the door slamming behind me.

I threw myself onto the bed and began to sob.

So, what did you think? Poor Bella. What do you think happened?
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