Hi! Sorry, I just cannot stick to one story! Anyway, this idea just came to me a couple of minutes ago, so I had to jot it down! Please review; Should I carry on or not??

Chapter 1

Bella POV

"…….And that is why the Amazon is rapidly disappearing." Our Geography teacher, Mr Smith finished his lecture on the Amazon as he looked around the classroom at our class, more than half of which were already asleep.

"For crying out loud, Y9! Wake up! It is only Monday morning! Pick up your pens and start the questions on page 97! I cannot believe that....." I lost concentration as he started up on a new lecture on how we were all sooo lazy. I couldn't concentrate today. All my friends knew me as being the smart one, but today, my head was in the clouds. I barely noticed as my friends started to scribble random notes to each other on a scrap of paper. I did not feel like joining in today.

I started to drift away again, my thoughts taking on an entirely different train of thought, something to do with a book I had just finished, when a loud knock at the classroom door brought me crashing back to reality with a jolt. One of the school receptionists walked in, followed by a hesitant boy, whom I did not recognise. He was extremely tall, with mid-length blonde hair. My eyes trailed down, towards his face. He had bright blue eyes, and had a very handsome face, almost god-like; perfect. His lovely blue eyes caught mine for an instant; but that was enough. It was as if there was an electric current between us. I quickly lowered my eyes, my face burning.

"Mr Smith, this is our new pupil, Edward Cullen. He will be in this teaching group." The receptionist said, almost proudly. I could see her eyes kept darting over to Mr Smith, her cheeks reddening even more under her thick make-up as the old Geography teacher looked up to find her starting. She coughed loudly and left the room hurriedly. Mr Smith cleared his throat for attention.

"Umm, right, Mr... Cullen? Take a seat over there at the spare desk." He indicated to the empty desk at the opposite side of the room to me. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he sat down and took out his equipment.

"Bella!" I looked up, afraid that I had been caught ogling at the new boy.

"Earth to Bella!" I smiled in relief when I saw that it was just my friends mucking about. Emily, the most sensible out of all my friends, wanted to know if she could borrow my book, Twilight, which I had told her was the best book in the world. I agreed and took the dog-eared copy out of my school bag; I was re-reading it for the millionth time.

The rest of the lesson passed quickly, but I didn't learn a single thing. Instead, I kept glancing over to where Edward Cullen was sat. After a while of feeling someone's gaze boring a hole in my back, I turned around to see who found my back interesting. And whose eyes should I meet, but Edward Cullen's? His face turned beetroot red as he lowered his eyes quickly. I turned back around, fighting back a smile. So it wasn't just me! He was looking over too! He must have felt the electricity too.

The bell rang out, making me jump. Yes! I swept all my books into my bag, not bothering if it was neat, as I usually did. Tonight was different. Tonight, my parents were taking me to an antique fair. Usually, I would turn my nose up at the slightest mention of going to any such place, but this was a different antique fair altogether. They sold pianos. I loved playing, but I refused to get a modern, electric one. I hated those. So I was stuck with the awful out-of-tune thing at school. But it was better than nothing. I could play for hours and never get bored. When I played, it was like all of my worries and fears flowed out of my fingers, and I felt so relaxed and peaceful. And after many years of persuasion, arguments and tantrums, I had finally got my own way.

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We arrived at the fair which was situated in a grand old hall, about an hours drive from my home. I could hear the sound of people tinkering on the pianos inside, and my fingers tingled in anticipation. I nearly ran straight through the door then, but my mother, Renee restrained my gently, fighting back a smile. I picked up my pace nevertheless.

The doors opened as we walked towards them, as if by magic (obviously they were automatic, but hey!) am I drifted through the doors, towards my idea of heaven. I tried out a couple, running through a few scales absent-mindedly, my focus on the sound and feel of the keys.

Many hours, and indeed pianos later, there were scarcely any decent ones left, just the broken, seriously out-of-tune ones. Then my eyes fell upon a beautiful wooden piano, with twisted legs and lovely wooden diamonds decorating the front.

I drifted over to it and played one of my favourite pieces.

It was perfect.

I knew that almost as soon as my fingers touched the long ivory keys.

As I played, the hall fell silent. I was unconscious of this fact until I stopped.

Then after a moment of embarrassment, and silence, the hall was filled with the sound of applause.

The stall-keeper walked over, bewildered.

"Forget about paying, if you want that piano, it is all yours." She told me, whilst I stood and gaped at her. Was she being serious?! I whispered a thank you to her as my parents hauled the piano towards the van we had hired. I turned around, only to fall flat on my face. I heard a low chuckle, and I looked up, ready to glare at the person, only to find an only-to-familiar pair of vivid blue eyes starting back, amused.

"You really have to watch where you are going." Edward told me as he took hold of my hand to help me up. I muttered a thank you, and was turning away when he put a hand on one of my shoulders and turned me back gently.

"Are you not in my classes?" he asked curiously. As if he hadn't noticed me!

"Yes, I'm Bella. And you must be Edward." I told him, shaking his hand politely.

"How long have you been playing?"

"Since I started high school. My parents did not agree at first, but when they realised that they could not get me away from the school piano, they decided to relent." I was babbling now. I must look, and sound, like a complete fool. But Edward on the other hand, looked both shocked and impressed.

"You have only been playing three years?! I have played since I was….well, ever since I can remember, and I cannot play that beautifully!" I blushed.

"Thank you."

"Bella!" My father, Charlie, bellowed from the van, eager to escape from this place.

Edward chuckled again, a rich, deep sound, which made me shiver involuntarily.

"I take it that you have to go. In that case, I shall see you tomorrow…Bella."

"Yeah…See you tomorrow…" I stuttered uselessly. He had turned the full force of his beautiful eyes on me, which had sent my head spinning.

As I walked towards the van, I heard a wonderfully graceful tune singing out mournfully.

I glanced around and saw Edward stood playing. I sighed happily and carried on walking.

At last, I thought, My life is actually going to start getting interesting…..

The engine roared into life, bringing me back to reality.

With a quick glance back, I saw that Edward had gone.

Thank You for reading! Please, please, please review! I need to know if I should carry on!