Summary: this is some random story that I thought of about Edward as a human and Bella (she is really Olivia Isabella Swan in my story) as human as well. Only they are younger and they are completely different! Just read and see if you like it. My first fan-fic!

Today when I woke up it seemed like a normal day. I took a shower and fixed my long brown curls into a pony tail. I only put on some cotton candy flavored lip-gloss since I don't really like too much make-up and don't really need it. (Not to brag or anything.) Then I got dressed in a pair of baggy pink Capri's, a white shirt with pink stripes on it and a pair of pink flip-flops with white beads on the straps.

For breakfast I had a bagel with cream cheese and then I headed out the front door. I decided to ride my bike to school today because it was really warm out. When I got to school-Henry M. Foss high school-I was greeted by two of my best friends: Rosanna Torres and Paris Corrick.

"Hey Livvy!" shouted Rosanna. Since my name is Olivia Isabella Swan, I got a lot of nicknames like Livvy, Via, Bella (my mom only calls me that name), Izzy, and other random names.

Rosanna was half-Hispanic, a quarter white and a quarter Native American so she has a light brown complexion. She has slightly wavy dark brown hair, eyes that were almost black, and was overall very pretty. Rosanna is really into fashion. She always coordinates her clothes and wears like two perfectly matching colors that change daily. So far she hasn't worn the same outfit twice since we started school two months ago. So today she was wearing a short ruffled pink skirt, a purple shirt with a low V-neck, a white shirt with pink designs on it underneath the purple one, and a pair of purple ballet flats.

"Hi Rose," I called to her. "Hey Paris," I said to my other friend.

Paris was average height and has curly red/brown hair. She has really pretty blue eyes that occasionally get darker or lighter depending on her mood. Paris is all different kinds of European and even a little Russian but it's like she has a permanent tan or something. She liked fashion too but not as much as Rosanna. Today she was wearing a pair of jean Capri's, a short-sleeved pink shirt, and a pair of pink and blue tennis shoes.

"What's up Ollie?" said Paris purposely trying to make me annoyed.

"Must you call me that, really?" I asked with drama. I hate that nickname very, very much.

"Yes."

"Ugh"

"What's wrong with Ollie, anyway?" she asked sounding slightly put out.

"Everything," Rose and I said in unison.

"Well, I think that it's cute," she replied.

We all just continued towards our lockers and then made our way to first period, Miss Connors. We all had the same second period and lunch together but I only had one other class with either of them: art class with Paris and gym with Rosanna. I really don't like gym class and its not that I am not very good at it-I suppose I could do good in that class If I really tried-but I just don't like having to exercise so much and then be so sore afterwards. Rosanna on the other hand is very good at gym-and practically everything else. She strives to be great academically, physically, and fashionably and yet doesn't admit that she I a perfectionist even though she so is! Paris in good at sports so gym is easy for her too but she doesn't obsess over it (like somebody whose name starts with Rose and ends with Anna.)

Miss Connors is the 10th grade advanced science teacher. Most of my classes were advanced but I wasn't really considered a nerd or anything. She was young, maybe 22, or 23. She had shoulder length curly brown hair and was pretty thin but she wasn't the tallest person in the world. I was only 5feet 6inches and I was taller than she was. I liked her as a teacher even though she did talk a lot she was funny and kind of cool.

After all of the students were in the class, Miss Connors got our attention by her triangle; the one instrument that requires almost no training. Then I noticed that there was a boy standing next to her desk. He has to be new, I thought. I know pretty much all of the students in my school (it only has about 750 students), at least by their face or a name. But with this guy, my memory didn't give me anything.

For the past week, kids have been talking about how this new family was moving to town. Some doctor, his wife and their son. Today is the day their son was supposed to come to school. I don't really know much about these people but if they want to live in this dull town (I mean its called Forks for crying out loud) then something might be wrong with them. But what do I know?

Anyway, this person was definitely the son in that family. That is the only logical thing, right? He seemed a little scared but maybe he is just shy. After all we are just ninth graders (and I suspect he is too) so what is there to be afraid of?

He was actually kind of cute. Maybe not drop dead gorgeous but not ugly either. Just a little over average. He had reddish-bronze hair that was naturally messy, green eyes that were like fresh cut grass in the spring, and looked like he might be kind of strong if he was in a fight. He wasn't buff or anything, but it looked like he had toned muscles from what I would see of his arms that the blue t-shirt with black writing that he was wearing revealed. He was also wearing a pair of slightly baggy black jeans and a pair of black Adidas. (At least he knows how to dress like the other guys at school do. He can fit in unlike that other new kid we got in the middle of last year-Michael Peters-he wore really tight clothes and pants that came up to the middle of his torso. He was declared a nerd on the spot.)

Miss Connors introduced the new kid as Edward Mason. She said that he moved from Chicago, Illinois. She asked him for his schedule and then asked the class if anybody had all four honors classes, 4th period fitness, and second lunch. Reluctantly I raised my hand. I really don't want to have to look after this Edward person- not because I thought bad stuff about him- but because I always get jobs like these whether I like them or not. Also, because I knew for a fact that Patrick Matthews had my exact schedule (minus art class and lunch).

"Um…I have that schedule Miss Connors and so does Patrick…almost," I said sort of unwillingly. Patrick sent me a quick glare. I just looked straight back at him and smiled slightly; a satisfied smile.

"Ok Olivia. Well, maybe you and Patrick could show Edward around for a week, or so, until he becomes more acquainted with the school."

"Sure," I said trying to sound at least a little happy about the idea.

"Ok," said Patrick with the same tone.

"Would you two come here please," Miss Connors said to us. Then she turned to Edward and said, "You can go sit in that empty desk across from Olivia."

Our desks were arranged into groups of six and practically each group was filled except for two. One of the table groups actually had three empty desks but those kids who filled the other three desks were kind of (and when I say 'kind of' I mean extremely) mean and disgusting and full of hate. They are like those kids in your elementary school classes who always wet their pants and got teased and later grew up to beat every one up for revenge, only now they were older and stronger and meaner. Those kids, surprisingly, are not even all that mean looking but you know what they say about looks being deceiving. Christine and William are cousins and Jordan (who is a girl by the way) is their friend.

The other empty seat was, of course, across from my desk. So, as Edward was making his way to that seat, Miss Connors started to explain to us what she needed us to do. Since Patrick is a boy, she figured he could bond with Edward on a more comfortable level. But considering that I have more classes with him, I will be more helpful with showing him around the school.

"It'll only be for a week or so. At least until he gets the hang of things or he makes friends who will show him everything," Miss Connors assured us.

The class ended 15 minutes later. Patrick switched places with Keith, one of the other guys at my table, so that he could get to know Edward a little better. But that really didn't result in much information learned on our parts. He was kind of reclusive.

The rest of the day at school went well. Edward asked me a few questions and I showed him where his classes were. But when I got home and started to watch the news with my father (which is weird habit of mine) it happened.