Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, unfortunately. It and all of its characters belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.

Author's Note: I apologize it took a while to update. I've been pretty busy lately. I was exhausted and I got some...news...that made me really upset this week. So if you imagine how Bella felt in New Moon when Edward left, you can probably imagine how upset I've been this past week.

However, life goes on...Our state acrobatic gymnastics competition was this weekend so we had practice Monday,Thursday, and Friday. Then our competition was yesterday as well as our choir banquet. We got 3rd at the competition... we definitely could've done better but we qualified for regionals so it's all good. I'm also one of the two vice presidents of our choir for the '08-'09 school year! Woot!


Here's the next chapter...

Miss Invisible

Chapter 1: The Cullens Arrive

Wednesday: started like a normal day. I woke up to get ready for school, got in the shower, said good morning and goodbye to Charlie, ate breakfast, got in my ancient truck, and drove to school. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was going to happen today.

I went through all of my classes like usual. I liked being in class. I could pretend I was busy and ignore the fact that I had no one to talk to. Then came lunch. The only period of the day I really dreaded. I got my food and went to sit down. That's when I noticed that my usual table wasn't empty. There were five extremely beautiful people sitting there. Three guys and two girls. None of them were talking or eating. They were looking away from each other. Well, they were looking away from anything really.

I sat down at another empty table about three tables down from them and started eating. Who were these beautiful new students? Everyone else in the cafeteria seemed to be staring at them, too. I wondered if any of them would be in any of my classes. Not that it would really matter. I'm sure they would ignore me just like everyone else did. I mean, they were gorgeous!

After I finished eating, I walked to biology. I sat down in my usual seat in the back of the empty classroom. I started to read the chapter that we would be working on today to pass the time until class started. I didn't look up until the bell rang for the beginning of Biology. Our teacher was just about to start today's lesson when the door opened to the classroom. A boy with bronze hair and extremely pale skin walked into the classroom. One of the new students I'd seen at lunch.

"Class, this is Edward Cullen. He is a new student here at Forks High School. I trust you all to make him feel welcome here," Mr. Banner told us.

What he said next was directed at Edward, "Mr. Cullen, you can have a seat in the back of the classroom by Miss Swan."

I froze. He was going to be sitting by me. He walked quickly to the seat next to me and it seemed he froze, for a second, too, right before he sat down; but, I couldn't be sure. However, he did scoot his chair as far away from me as he could. Usually people just ignored me, but he didn't seem to be ignoring me. I took a peek at him halfway through class and immediately recoiled. He was staring at me. But that look in his piercing black eyes...I'd seen in too many times before. It was the same look my father gave me when I got in his way after he'd had too much to drink. No, it seemed like he was definitely aware of me sitting there, he just obviously hated me. I looked back down at my notes and didn't look up again until I heard the bell ring and was sure that he had left the classroom.

I went through the rest of the day hoping I didn't see him again. I didn't relax until I was in my truck driving away from the school. I had to make a stop at the grocery store for some steaks to make for dinner before I went home, which gave me plenty of time to think. How could he hate me so much already?

I didn't realize how long I had been out until I pulled into the driveway and saw the Charlie's cruiser was already in the driveway. I panicked. Charlie always got angry when he got home and dinner wasn't already made. I got out of my truck slowly, fearing what might happen when I walked into the house.

Charlie looked up from the television and set down his beer as I shut the door. There was that look in his eyes. I braced myself for the yelling and for the pain.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS? I'VE BEEN HOME FOR AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR AND WHEN I GOT HOME THERE WAS NO DINNER ON THE TABLE. CAN YOU EXPLAIN THAT TO ME?" he started screaming at me.

I knew in this instance it was probably not a good idea to just keep my mouth shut. I shook my head, looking down at the floor. I felt the palm of his hand connect with my cheek and I lost my balance, falling backwards and feeling a sickening crack in my wrist. He picked me up off the ground by my shirt and pushed me back into the front door. I winced as my head hit the door, willing the tears back.

"YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" he continued yelling. A few traitor tears slid down my cheek. "ARE YOU CRYING?!" he hit me again. "GET IN THE KITCHEN BEFORE I REALLY GIVE YOU A REASON TO CRY!"

I nodded, picked up the bag of groceries and walked into the kitchen. I was no longer hungry and I knew I needed to ice and wrap my wrist. I made Charlie's steak and mashed potatoes quickly and set them on the coffee table in front of him along with another beer, which he always requested with his meals. Then I got an ice pack from the freezer for my wrist and went upstairs.

After I iced and wrapped my wrist, showered, and got dressed for bed, I laid down to go to sleep, trying to will the tears away and forget the pain I was in. The last image I saw before I drifted into unconsiousness was the hate-filled, yet beautiful face of Edward Cullen.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think. Critisms are fine, too.