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Bella POV

An annoying buzzing interrupted my restless sleep. As I rolled over to shut off my alarm clock, I accidently kicked the copy of Romeo and Juliette that my English teacher had given me off the bed. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and slipped my feet into my worn pink slippers. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Once I got rid of my nasty morning breathe and combed all the knots out of my chocolate brown hair, I returned to my bedroom. I wasn't into fashion all that much. So instead of dolly myself up like so many girls, I settled for a maroon sweater and skinny jeans. I collected the used copy of Shakespeare's book off the floor and headed downstairs.

I hurried down the stairs and tossed my book next to by book bag at the end of the counter. Luckily my mom, Renee, had laid out a bowl, a spoon, milk, and a box of cereal on the table for me. I was grateful that she hadn't tried to make me waffles again. Neither Renee nor Charlie was great cooks. If I wanted something other than cereal or grilled cheese I was going to have to make it myself. I swallowed the bowl of cereal, barely tasting it. Both my parents had already left for work. My mom was a kindergarten teacher at Forks Elementary and my dad was the chief of police. With a quick glance at the clock, I grabbed my school supplies and made a hasty exit.

I shoved my bag in to the passenger seat of my tuck and stuffed my key into the ignition. Forks High School wasn't far from my house and since driving there so often I barely paid attention as I drove on auto pilot. When I pulled into the parking lot, I was one of the first people there. I was able to park in my favorite parking place, the slot right outside the gym. I put the truck into park and gathered my belonging and opened my car door. I climbed out of the bed of the truck and headed for the school.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. In my shock I dropped all my books. This only made my mystery attacker burst into laughter. Without bothering to pick up the pile of school work on the sidewalk, I turned to see who had surprised me. Mike. Ah Mike. Now this common boy wasn't my dream man. Not even close. But he was kind of cute and he was really sweet. Not to mention, the best Forks had to offer. So I took what I could get.

"Hi" I commented as I leaned in for a kiss. I was nothing special, just a good morning sort of hello.

"You might want to pick up your stuff, the parking lot is getting crowded and you don't want to get trampled" he could hardly get through the sentence without chuckling.

I rolled my eyes as I bent over to clean up my mess. But Mike was right, the parking lot was running out of room, which meant it was time to start heading to class. Classic Mike offered to walk me to class. We walked in silence for a while until he brought the new students that were transferring to our small town tomorrow.

"Apparently they are all Dr. Cullen's kids. Well, adopted kids, I guess. I hear that there are three guys and two girls. Who knows maybe they will be nice. Or maybe the will be worse than the devil! Wouldn't that be terrible? I would hate for mean kids to move into our turf. Hopefully they will be my new friends. You can never have too many friends…" Mike kept rambling all the way to English. After a while I zoned him out. I honestly didn't see the big deal in these new kids. Everyone around school would be buzzing about them. It was going to be a long day.

Finally we reached building three and Mike had to leave me to go to his class. I was free from his endless 'what ifs'. I entered the room and headed to my seat in the back next one of my best friends Jessica. The second I sat back down, I was pulled back in to endless daydreams. How could I forget that Jessica was a major gossiper? The four morning periods went by like a blur with the Cullen kids always the center of the conversation.

When Jessica and I got to lunch, I thought it was going to be the worst period of the day. And it probably would have been if it weren't for Angela. Luckily for me, Angela wasn't into talking about the Cullen kids. The only difference was that she didn't want to talk about them not because she couldn't care less, like me, but because she was too polite to talk about people behind their back. I didn't care what her excuse was, I was just glad. The whole period we chatted about unimportant things, as the rest of the student talked about the possible events of tomorrow.

I have never been so glad to be driving away from the school. I thought about the chores I had awaiting me. It was better than thinking about the dreaded school day that I was going to have tomorrow. I decided that I would make pasta for dinner tonight and that the laundry probably had to be done. In a matter of minutes, I was parked outside of my house. I placed my bundle at the end of the counter and put a pot of boiling water on the stove.

By the time I did the laundry and completed my home work, dinner was finished. I called my mom and dad into the kitchen so we could sit down and devour our meal. Charlie and I weren't outgoing so we basically sat and eat as my mom gushed about her day at work. Occasionally, we would nod so she knew we were paying attention.

I cleaned up the kitchen and placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I dragged myself up the stairs to start getting ready for tomorrow. I was already regretting the day ahead of me.

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