Previously: Alice has a disturbing vision but decides against telling Jasper.

(Eliza)

The first day at a new school sucked for everyone right? It wasn't just me that felt completely miserable at the concept of having to make new friends, learn new lessons, search a new school, was it? Least of all inviting was the image I had of American schools in my head put there by TV programs; there wasn't enough cheer in me to be a cheerleader, enough misery to be a Goth or enough brains for me to be a nerd either. Where was I going to fit in?

The way my mother clucked over me, going on about how exciting it all was and how much fun we were going to have here, I thought I might have been about to go insane. It almost was with relief that I jumped out of the car as soon as she stopped in the parking lot of the school.

However the sick shaky feeling in my stomach soon returned as soon as some of the students milling towards the school turned to look at me, pointing me out the their friends, some physically stopping and turning to stare.

"See you later darling." Mum called through the open passenger window and I inwardly cringed as some of the students were definitely within hearing distance. I made sure not to show my embarrassment and turned to wave off my mother and then, with my eyes turned down made my way through the drizzle towards the school doors.

It was only when I stepped through to the inside and the smell of the sweaty hall filled my nose did I realize I had no idea where to go. I froze and looked around me as if hoping for a sign to direct me. The hall wasn't that long and glass swing doors opened up onto what looked like a courtyard at the other end. Both of the walls were lined with grey lockers and the floor was linoleum, a speckled yellow.

The fluorescent lights made me feel slightly nauseous as the whole glum situation crashed over me. This wasn't the clean, buzzing atmosphere I had been expecting and was still miserable at the prospect of, this was even worse.

"Are you lost?" A rich male voice asked behind me and I spun around quickly, startled that someone had approached me. I was met with a pair of the most bewitching eyes I had seen. They were a weird yellow ochre color that shocked me, and then as I took in the rest of the person stood before me I was stunned. He was gorgeous, like supermodel gorgeous. He had to be a model, or an actor or something.

His face was completely unblemished and paper white, his features straight and strong, his jaw line square and his bone structure pronounced. His hair was a beautiful copper that caught the light, straight yet tousled as if he ran his fingers through it all the time. He was tall and towered over me, and although his tone had been warm I couldn't help but shrink a little in intimidation.

I lowered my eyes quickly to the floor and pushed a dark strand of hair back behind my ear. "Yes, actually." I didn't want someone this gorgeous to think I was gawking at them; they probably got that from everyone.

"You're new."

I nodded and shifted my bag on my shoulder. "Yeah I moved here last week." I was mumbling and I fought to get a hold of myself, yes he was gorgeous now get over it.

"You'll want to go to the registration office, it's on the other side of the school. I can take you if you want?" I looked him over again, surprised at his helpfulness. Someone that perfect and you just assume they're a dickhead. I pulled my nerves back together and arranged my features into a smile.

"That would be great thank you."

He returned my smile with a light pulling at the corner of his mouth before moving past me. I fell into step just behind him. He turned back to look at me fleetingly before saying "I'm Edward Cullen."

"I'm Eliza Blake." I kept my voice steady and confident even though I felt butterflies in my stomach from being around him.

"Where are you from?" He didn't sound overly interested and I could tell he was just being polite still I was thankful that he was taking the time to help me.

"I lived in London." I wondered if he'd come out with some cliché assumptions or questions about London. In truth I hadn't ever had much interest in the city, we had lived just outside it and I had preferred being around nature than shops. I wasn't looking forward to the disappointment as people realized I wasn't going to be able to paint any kind of picture of the famous city.

He glanced over his shoulder at me as I pictured the sprawling garden of our country house.

"I know London." A smile was playing on his lips and I wondered what had amused him. "You won't miss the city?"

I scrunched up my face as I realized I was going to start the disappointment early. "No, I didn't really like the city much." I kept the reply vague, hoping he'd drop it. He seemed the get the message and continued to lead me in silence.

It didn't take long to get to the reception office and Edward left me there with a brief smile before whisking away. I wondered if I should have been chattier, I was sure people here weren't used to my restrained nature – everyone I had met so far seemed a little uncomfortable in my presence. Conversations were often left hanging with nowhere else to go and the person would scurry off quickly, throwing confused looks over their shoulders. It was as if people had to have conversations to keep running, if they weren't gossiping or talking full heartedly they'd run out of gas and deflate.

The woman in the office gave me a map of the school and a timetable, circling on the map where each of my classes were. She then gave me a slip of paper that excused me for being late to my first class and sent me on my way.

When I managed to find the door to my first classroom I paused outside, listening to the rumble of the teacher's voice behind it. I wished there was someway to stop time and I could just stand here outside the door and prepare myself for as long as I needed, maybe even never go in. As it stood though, I couldn't control time and the longer I stood here the more likely someone was to come along and ask what I was doing.

I held my breath and caught my lip between my teeth as I swung the door open and slid inside, looking apologetically for the teacher. Of course the whole class turned as a whole to stare at me and my hands started to shake. "Sorry, I've got a slip from reception for being late – They were showing me where my classes were."

The teacher held out his hand for the slip, his expression unreadable and I crossed the room quickly to hand it over. The many pairs of eyeballs seemed to burn into me as I walked and I felt cumbersome and stupid. He quickly read the slip and I let myself breathe a little when he finally gave me a teasing smile. "Ahh, new blood!" The class chuckled and I let out a sharp humorless "Ha" before returning to biting my lip.

"Alright then class, this is Eliza Blake, please be kind. Do you want to go sit over there beside Jasper please Eliza?"

I turned to follow where his hand gestured and couldn't believe my eyes when I was met with the sight of yet another beautiful male specimen. In fact there was something similarly attractive about this boy as there was to Edward. Maybe it was the way he held himself; he looked quite stiff in his seat, his face expressionless.

I bowed my head and quickly approached, ignoring the stares that followed me right to my seat. I looked up at Jasper and the girl sat beside him as I went to sit, trying through my nerves to give them a friendly smile. I was momentarily stunned by the intense look of dislike on the girls face as she glowered at me. When I caught her eye she didn't look away, just continued to glare as I sat in my seat.

She was small, even smaller than me and looked extremely fragile. Her hair was black and cropped, I liked it, it worked well with her pixie features. Her eyes were huge which made the disgust in them even more terrifying and I embarrassedly tugged my hair from over my shoulder to hang like a black curtain between us.

The boy, Jasper, was looking at the girl instead of me as I approached, a slight frown etched into his forehead, but he still looked radiant. I noticed him and this girl were both ghastly white, and their eyes were the same unearthly yellow as Edward's and they were all heartbreakingly beautiful. They had to be related.

Neither of them said anything as I unpacked my bag and the lesson resumed. I tried to shrug off the rudeness of my two neighbors, and tried not to puzzle over why the girl had already seemed to have taken a disliking to me. In the end I focused on taking extremely detailed notes even though this was English literature, my best subject. I had already read and studied Dr. Faustus and although it wasn't my favorite play I had been more interested in it than any of my class members looked to be, the teacher was the only one talking throughout the whole analyzing of the passage they were reading.

The class finished and I couldn't believe it how dull it had been. Nobody seemed to want to be there, including the teacher. My bad mood helped me to blank out the rude boy and girl beside me as I roughly packed my things back into my bag. They left before me and I made sure to leave enough time after their departure to be able to stalk out of the classroom without bumping into them.

Whilst I hung back, trying to look busy with my bag, a girl from class sidled over to me. "Hi." She said shyly, her voice sugary sweet. I made an effort to smile back through my bad mood and greet her; this could be my first friendship attempt of the day.

"I'm Lillian." She stated and I smiled awkwardly back, unsure how to start a conversation with her. She was a pretty average looking girl with ashy blonde hair tied up in a ponytail but her face was the friendliest one I had seen that day. "Erm, where are you going next?"

"I'm going to biology next… I'm not so sure where it is though." This was a lie, I was actually pretty sure where it was, this school was small and relatively straightforward to get around I had learnt from the maps, but I wasn't going to turn down some company.

"Oh, I'm going to geography but I could take you there first!"

"If you could that would be great." I felt my sullen mood start to slip away and hopefulness take it's place as Lillian showed me to my classroom and asked me about myself and the move as we walked. She was chatty and always smiling and I found it easy enough to go along with, smiling shyly back and answering the questions as best I could.

"I could meet you here for lunch if you wanted?" Lillian chirped as we reached my biology classroom.

"Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks." That meant I didn't have to worry about who I sat with at lunch or anything like that. I couldn't handle the mortifying situation of sitting alone. She beamed and waved before rushing off in the opposite direction. I timidly turned to go into class.