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The bright, warm summer sun shone through the big bay window at the far end of my over crowded bedroom, reflecting off the wall sized mirror on the North of my room and scattering the beautiful rays. As I opened my eyes slowly, allowing time from them to adjust to the sudden brightness, I turned too quickly as always to reach for the alarm clock that had sounded in my head, startling me into day time and interrupting my perfect, wistful dream.
It only took me a few seconds to realise the vast change my room had under gone since I had last woke up. Light! The strange brightness settled in my room, and I could see the dust floating and shimmering in the air. It was the first time I had seen the sun since my move here. Every other day had been clouded, overcast and constantly damp and ultimately depressing.
I had been in this place for only one school week and I already had a mundane, insipid, monotonous, tedious routine, and I could tell that unless I made some serious changes to my new life here in Forks, WA it wasn't going to dramatically change itself.
Every morning of my first week here, I had woken to the dull clouded sky, showered, received a brief grunt of my Dad, drove to school, worked at school, drove home from school, cooked dinner and then gone to bed. My new routine. Great.
I had to admit to myself that the first week of my new school had not been nearly as bad as I had anticipated, sure, just as I had thought the whole of the small faculty of Forks High School, had starred as I stumbled out of my old black Mercedes on my first day, but the curious eyes had dropped to the floor as I had tried to meet those of my onlookers.
Sure, a few people had nervously stammered a hello or two, but apart from some sleazy overconfident jocks I had received no attention, hassle or warmth, just curious glances and the occasional snigger at my constant clumsiness.
But now the sun was shining, it was a Saturday and things were looking up. My father who everyone loved in this crazy town was away for one whole weekend and what with my social situation I had a whole time to myself, to do as a pleased when I pleased.
As I slowly manoeuvred myself from underneath my pale blue satin sheets, I stood up, too quickly as usually feeling my head spin and my pulse crash against my skull. Crap, I angrily argued with my thoughts, why on a day like today would you get a mind-blowing headache. I mentally pondered whether I was becoming ill, or something, I hated being ill, it always made you that little more helpless. Well at least I wasn't sat over the toilet, throwing up. Yet.
I pulled my pink silk dressing gown from the bottom of my bed and trudged slowly down the three flights of stairs and pulled open a draw in the empty kitchen that used to contain the emergency supply of aspirin that my father was unaware I kept hidden.
Once back in my room, I quickly pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and my Ramones white t-shirt and my small white pumps, grabbed my car keys and my purse and headed out the front door.
As I stepped out into the sun, I lifted my face towards the sky to try and soak as much of the light into my pale skin as possible.
Turning towards my car I sighed in contempt, my car, Mercy (Yes I had named her), was my one accomplishment I was proud of, I had scraped and earned in a shamefully poorly paid job for what felt like years in Phoenix to try to pay for my child. Ok, I admit I was overly protective but it was unusual for a young girl's first car to be a black Mercedes Bendz and even though it was a beautiful car that I hoped people here in Forks, whose cars looked like they could break in half, would envy me for, even I knew if I was being honest with myself, she was on her last legs, and bound to break down at any time, but when Charlie, (my dad) had offered me an upgrade I couldn't bear to let go. It was just part of what made me, me.
I pulled the top down, even though there was a cool light breeze and, reversed out of the drive, slowly looking properly at my new home, in the Sunlight, and it felt like the first time I had ever seen it. It was simple and surprisingly spacious inside but the outside stone walls, painted a murky cream, the black windows needed painting and the plain garden needed colour adding to it. I had planned to decorate my painfully plain room this weekend, but with the rare weather I couldn't miss the chance to attend to the garden.
With one last glance past the house towards the forest behind, I pulled out onto the road and headed for the nearest bigger town of Port Angeles.
Monday mornings were always the worstand this was no exception. Dad still wasn't home but he had called and was extending his stay in Seattle two weeks. A bonus for me, but he had sounded worried on the phone about leaving me home alone.
"Dad, don't worry about it. I'll be fine. Love you" I remembered rejoicing as I hung up the phone had headed out the door to school.
It stilled surprised me as I pulled into the parking lot, at how small the High School was, so ruffling my mahogany hair off my face, I stepped out into the still shinning sun. Hey maybe it was just Dad that constantly cursed the weather.
In a good mood this morning, I had dressed more daringly, still modest to most but for me it seemed like a huge step. I had short blue denim shorts on, white pumps and a deep blue blouse, and my shiny hair falling down my back contrasted to last week's up do.
Walking towards English I notices the top of a shiny silver car, that I hadn't noticed before, but I was particularly unobservant so I wasn't surprised at myself
The glances had stopped, now everyone was used to my being here, but there were a few shocked stairs at my lily white legs, which I thought was unfair as these were given from girls wearing tight black miniskirts and draping themselves over their jock boyfriend. Hm. Cheerleaders obviously. Of course I didn't have anything against cheerleaders in fact in Phoenix I had been one for my sophomore year, but now it all seemed silly and judgemental. So I just half smiled, turned my head and continued into class.
I took my seat in English, pulling my books from my bag and setting out the table.
Suddenly the empty chair next to me scratched along the floor and an eager looking boy sat down next to me.
"Hey. You're sat in my seat, oh hi, You must be the new girl Bella? I'm Mike I didn't have chance to speak to you last week"
" Um sorry, Yeh, I'll move" I stuttered surprised as the teacher walked in. He obviously hadn't been in school last week, or I was sat in the wrong desk.
"Yes. Last week you sat the next row back"
Shit. "Sorry I'll move"
"Thanks" He added a warm smile, as I blushed through embarrassment and turned to the row behind.
Two spare seats, I took the one furthest away from anyone.
After lunch, it was time for Biology.
I tripped into class, greeted with a few smirks, and someone was sat at my usually empty lab table. Well, I wasn't planning on moving this time, although as I was fast approaching the boy, who was built more like a man, seemed to get bigger and bulkier as I neared the table.
"Excuse me" I began, but my speech was halted as the boy turned to face me. And a lump rose to the top of my throat.
This boy was one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen, his long tousled-bronzed hair grew out in thousands of different directions, his clear pale skin reflected the sunlight glowing in through the window, and his deep green eyes pierced into mine.
"Err, can I help you?" he spoke with a harsh, cold tone but his voice sounded like bells in my ears. "Umm... hello. You ok there?"
Damit. I still hadn't spoken. Not a word I just stood and stared probably with my mouth open and I could imagine the cartoon drool dripping from the corner of my mouth. And then I looked down, and all hope was lost.
The school football tracksuit. A jock. Whoopi. Now, not only did I not have a chance, but it went against my morals. That had remained strong since my humiliating days of being a cheerleader and where that had lead me.
"Um sorry, but your sat in my seat." I replied harshly. He had been rude to me, I wasn't going to stand and take it. Even thought he was so. Dare I say it? Dreamy? Snap out of it Bella. Think. Right, his thin lips are moving, that means he just said something, I have no idea what he just said.
"Err. Pardon?" I asked. Taking in a deep breath and concentrating.
He sighed as if it was an annoyance so speak to me "I said, no I'm not sat in your seat?" he questioned my glaring expression, and became surprisingly uncertain of himself.
"Yes, I think you are, I sat here every day last week. On my own?" now his expression was making me question myself.
"Well, I was away...last week, but I sat here every other day, since the beginning of this year" now his expression was satisfied, that he'd won.
"Fine, I'll move" I sighed, defeated, it was a silly insignificant non-argument, but it left me feeling unexpectedly tense, why did I always give in, it was petty but significant, why was it always me who subsided, me who gave in and ultimately me who looked like a confused, immature dumb girl.
"Hey, wait crazy girl." I stopped, red faced, hadn't the rest of his team given me enough hassle already. I spun round, only to trip on the edge of a desk and fall right into the lap of the source of my annoyance.
"Err, no need to throw yourself at me. Yet" he chuckled with a gleam in his emerald eyes. Then he winked.
"Get over yourself, you ..." and I couldn't finish with a decent come back, as he lifted me, as if I weighed less than a bag of sugar and placed me on the seat opposite his, before turning himself back round and settling across the table, still laughing at my annoyed expression.
"As I was going to say, there are two seats, and I'm thick, you look clever, underneath your hilariously pissed expression, so I figured you can have your table and me." He half smiled.
"Right, ok well, I think if my hilarious pissed expression didn't tip you off, I'm not staying here" as I stood up, scraping the stool loudly behind me. A booming voice sounded.
"Right class, pay attention! Ah Miss Swan good to see Cullen as finally found some decent help in a lab partner!"
"Err, sir" I began
"Sit down, right class turn to page 103, and..." Mr Clark continued to loudly give us instructions as I reluctantly took my seat glaring at the ground avoiding the smug chuckle and smile on "Cullen's" face.
Half an hour later, still glaring as we worked in silence, a note appeared suddenly in front of my nose.
Honestly I'm really not that bad.
Looking up "Hmm sure, whatever" I grunted still writing.
"Seriously not that bad, sure I'm stupid, but not that bad"
Looking over at his sheet and I noted that only half the work I had completed had been done, in a scruffy hand and looking into his confused expression he needed help.
"Well, for a start, swap those answers." I pointed toward his sheet, and after a quick glance sighed as pulled it out from his grasp and made the corrections whilst he watched with an intrigued eye. "There" I pushed it back into his still open hand.
"Erm, thanks?"
"You're welcome" I tried to divert my eyes back to my work.
"So when did you move here... sorry I didn't catch your name Swan" He half smiled yet again.
"It's Bella and last week." I nodded curtly
"Edward" he pointed to his on his jacket. "You liking Forks?"
Why wouldn't he just leave me alone!
"Yes, it's absolutely enthralling" I added the heavy sarcasm.
"You don't like it?" He actually sounded surprised.
"What's there to like?" I mumbled to myself.
Surprisingly he heard this, "Me" he stated with a huge cocky grin.
"Ha, well nothing, there's nothing in Forks, nothings made me excited, nothings made me happy or sad, and up until now nothings been annoying, it's just plain and boring."
"Well glad to be of service for annoyance" he laughed "Seriously it can't be that bad"
"Whatever you say, Cullen" and with that note the bell rang and I pulled away and walked out the room, feeling slightly annoyed but surprisingly amused.
But on the way to gym, I found myself thinking about my previous conversations and smiling to myself I thought maybe that Forks maybe more interesting than I thought.
This is my chapter-first story- and first post and first FanFic so its probably awful, so I apolosie now. But reviews would help. I do have more to the story. Thank You for reading it though. xx