Hello there lovely readers. Here is the very first chapter of my story. This is a rewrite of the original one, which had so many errors and followed the Twilight story too much (almost an exact copy), that I've changed it.

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Is there anything you need to know about this chapter at the moment? Well, in the original chapter Rachel was a quiet girl who wanted to be left alone and almost said and did the exact same things as Bella. In this new rewritten chapter, she is a bit of a bitch. More on that in the future rewritten chapters that I have not posted yet.

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Chapter 1: The Dreaded First Day

"Nothing interesting ever happened in small towns, unless one counted the marriage between high school sweethearts as interesting and most residents of small towns thought so."

Once upon a time there was a small town called Forks. It was laying in the state of Washington, the United States of America, near Seattle.

Forks, hidden away in the shadows of high mountains and a never ending forest, wasn't the typical small and mysterious town, even though its location did give it that mysterious factor.

The only mystery was how it was possible that the population had switched from 3120 to 3123 residents.

Or perhaps the real mystery was how it was possible that the town still had residents. One would think that spending 240 days a year in the rain and the remaining 125 days in the snow, would be that depressing that people would leave.

Even their very own chief of police and Forks resident since birth Charlie Swan hadn't been able to stand the weather any longer and had said goodbye to rainy Forks and hello to high temperatures all year around Phoenix.

Of course, that was exactly the reason why the first mystery wasn't really a mystery anymore. Charlie Swan had left Forks and it had meant that the residents of Forks remaining behind had to find a new chief of police.

And, surprisingly, that search hadn't been very hard when a couple had come into town with the desire to move there: thirty-seven year old Charles Grey, chief of police in La Baule, France, and a cop by blood, and his thirty-five year old wife Janet Grey, fulltime nurse and a ray of sunshine bottled in a human being.

It had been too good to be true but no one had cared. Charles Grey had been offered the job and he had accepted without even a moment of hesitation.

They had moved to the small depressing town in January and that was when the slight "too good to be true" became a real "too good to be true", for they brought along their sixteen year old daughter Rachel Grey.

To the outside world, they looked like the perfect family.

There was the handsome father with the short black hair and the green eyes, standing around 6'0" in height and with a body that screamed "I work out".

Then there was the kind mother with the long blond hair and the perfect baby blue eyes, standing 5'3" in height and with the body of a supermodel.

And then there was the "smart" and "goody two shoes" daughter with the brown curling hair and the dark brown eyes, standing 5'4" in height and with the body that any other teenage girl would die for.

They were the perfect family, if one completely forgot about the fact that Charles and Janet weren't really Rachel's parents, she refused to call them "mom" and "dad", she used to spend more time on the back of a motorcycle that had a speed that would leave any parent worried then spending time at school, and that the three were anything but normal.

But people didn't know that, yet, and were just happy that the Christmas break was over and the three newcomers would all have their very first days in Forks society.

And like with any other "normal" family, the day began with a bang.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BANG!

An alarm that had been doing nothing but his sacred duty as an alarm to wake up its owner, was thrown against an empty wall and landed on the ground in a million pieces, falling silent on impact.

The hand responsible for the throwing disappeared under some thick purple covers, leaving no evidence behind about what happened except, of course, the victim.

A groan slipped out from under the covers and moments later they were pushed back, revealing a sixteen year old girl who was suffering from a bed head. Her eyes, narrowed in annoyance and tiredness, scanned the room and narrowed even more when she registered where she was.

Another groan slipped from her lips and she hid her face in her pillows, muttering curses that weren't really audible due to the contact with the pillow.

"Darling!" called a sugar sweet and way too cheerful voice from downstairs, causing the girl to press her face even further into the pillows in a desperate try to suffocate herself. "Are you up? You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?"

The girl rolled on her back and glared at the what was supposed to be grey ceiling above her. "Oh, of course I don't want to be late for my first day," she muttered sarcastically. "That would terrible, an absolute scandal. What could possibly be worse?"

"Rachel!" called the voice from downstairs again, this time with a bit more force in it.

"I'm up!" yelled the girl back, sitting up with annoyance written all over her face. "Quit bothering me, Janet." She tried running a hand through her hair only to find out about her bed head. "Great, just great," she muttered in herself while pushing the covers completely back and getting out of bed. "Just what I need. Stubborn hair. If that isn't a sign that today is going to be absolutely perfect, than I don't know what is."

This girl was Rachel Grey and she was getting ready – or more like trying to – for her very first day at school. Her very first day as the new girl at a small high school where that was considered rare and museum worthy.

She hated it. She hated small towns in particular. Nothing interesting ever happened in small towns, unless one counted the marriage between high school sweethearts as interesting and most residents of small towns thought so, which she found odd because most marriages in small towns where that between high school sweethearts.

Unfortunately it seemed that Charles and Janet wanted to live nowhere but in small towns and as long as she went to high school and lived under their roof, she was bound to living in them.

She probably wouldn't have minded living in them if she would actually live long enough in one to become a part of the society. But that was the other problem. Not only had the two people that called themselves her parents a small town fetish but they also had this rule to never stay anywhere longer than five years. Apparently they thought it was good for a person to change sceneries every few years and because of that incredibly odd rule, Rachel was forced every time to leave a town just when she started to settle in and start the whole process again from the start, only then in a new town.

Which was what Forks was, just the next stop. She faintly remembered Charles and Janet promising her when they had moved to France that they wouldn't move again until after she had graduated but apparently she had only dreamed it because normally they stayed true to their word.

After a long fight with her hair and grabbing the first clothing articles she came across, Rachel was fully dressed and ready and made her way downstairs, carefully watching where she placed her feet and avoiding the loose boards and many paint cans.

The house they had bought and had moved into three days ago, was liveable but it still had a long way to go before it was home, especially her bedroom was in the desperate need of some attention.

All of her stuff had been moved and was now in Forks but she still hadn't unpacked a single thing. A part of her didn't want to since she was still in denial that she was really going to live in Forks, the other and more sane part reminded her that unpacking while one still wanted to paint the walls and put a new floor in the room, was just plain stupid.

The rest of the house wasn't doing much better, except the kitchen and bathroom. Everywhere were standing boxes and paint cans and new floor boards, and if she knew Charles and Janet well, and she did, then the mess wouldn't be gone for at least two more months.

Rachel walked into the kitchen and the first thing that caught her attention was the window opposite of the door. She had the feeling that she would quickly get used to what it showed: a dull green and grey forest.

Everything in the town was dull and was either coloured green or grey. Even the houses lacked colour. Nothing stood out and had just blended with the weather, another thing she would probably get used to soon even though she didn't want to.

The woman who had sold them the house, had warned her to not expect too much sunshine since, and this was a quote, "the only weather Forks knows is wet weather".

Now Rachel wasn't a girl who hated the rain and the cold, far from it, and when she had first heard that the sun showed itself very little in the small town, she had been happy because the sun would remind her of things she much rather wanted to forget. But when she heard that in a bad year there was no sunshine at all, she had realised that Forks and its weather would most likely drive her to a depression, if not to an early death.

"Good morning, darling," greeted Janet Grey, causing the sixteen year old to turn her gaze away from the window and towards the bouncing blond woman at the small table in the middle of the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

Rachel gave her a cold look and no answer. Instead she sat down, poured herself a cup of coffee and grabbed some toast.

Janet was most of the times a woman who could make one's teeth hurt simply because she was that sweet. She was caring and kind and above all, happy. She was always happy, which was really irritating at times, and her happiness was contagious. How happier she was, how more people around her were happy. It was her gift.

Charles Grey, who was hidden behind his newspaper at that very moment, was a born leader and police officer. Almost every man in the Grey family, and even a handful of the women, were law enforcement officers and they lived and breathed to protect others. So did the thirty-seven year old and he had the advantage on his fellow officers and his family members that he had amazing reflexes, which was his gift.

Rachel wasn't on very good terms with them at the moment. Not because they had forced her to move while she was in the middle of her junior year or because they hadn't even mentioned they were planning on moving until everything had been arranged and there was no getting out of it anymore. No, the reason why she wasn't on good terms with them, the real reason, was because they had unintentionally forced her to break-up with her boyfriend.

France had been amazing. She had been popular, her friends had been great and when her boyfriend had walked into her life, things had been just perfect. But then her "parents" had decided it was time to move away and had forced her to leave everything behind. The friends and popularity she could have missed but not him.

The break-up had been extremely tough on her, it still was. It wasn't like the usual break-up where one of the two in the relationship decided it just wasn't working anymore. Neither of them had wanted it but they hadn't had a choice. Not really.

She had broken her own heart by breaking up with him and Charles and Janet had forced her to do it. And that was the reason why she wasn't on good terms with them.

Charles put his paper down and watched her eat for a moment. Rachel ignored him and just kept eating. Janet was blabbing an end away about all the nice people she had met while doing some grocery shopping, unaware that her husband and her daughter weren't listening.

Generally the sixteen year old had a better relationship with the man than with the woman and in the case of not being on good terms, it was the same. She wasn't happy with either of them but Charles she could stand, Janet barely. But that also had something to do with the fact that she was always so damn happy.

"Are you excited?" asked the blond woman suddenly out of the blue, causing Rachel to look up from her breakfast. "You certainly look excited. And you're dressed to impress."

The brown haired girl gave her another cold look. "I'm dressed in the first things I could find and that matched."

"You certainly don't have anything to worry about," continued Janet as if she hadn't heard her, a smile on her face so cheerful that it should be forbidden. "The boys will be all over you and the girls will realise the moment they lay eyes on you that it's better to befriend you than to ignore you. I give it a week, tops, and then you will be back at the top."

Rachel leaned back, eyeing her with a slight hint of disgust. That her "mother" was always so happy, freaked her out more often than it did not and she was very happy that she was one of the few people she couldn't infect with her happiness.

"Has the thought crossed your mind that perhaps I don't want the boys to be over me? Or that I don't want a bunch of boring and fake girls to try and befriend me? Have you even considered that perhaps, just perhaps, I don't want to be at the top again?"

Janet smiled sweetly, not being bothered or intimidated by her harsh words and cold tone. "You always want to be at the top."

"Not this time," answered Rachel, the bitterness in her eyes coming more to the surface. "I have to survive here for a year and a half. Just a year and a half. After that, I'm done and I will move as far away from here as I can. I don't want anything that ties me to this town and let's be honest, that's what popularity and friends and boyfriends do."

"You always say that," smiled Janet. "But things always end differently. You will see. Once you have adjusted, everything will fall into place and you will make tons of friends. And these friends will stick with you for the rest of your life."

"Right." Rachel gave a dramatic eye roll, just because the blond woman was thinking again that reality was like one of her favourite rom-coms where everything ended with a "happily ever after". "Let's see how the teenagers here are and more importantly, how they think before we start talking about me becoming friends with them for the rest of my life."

Janet shook her head with a sad smile. "Why are you being so bitter? The people here are so incredibly..."

"It's a small town, Janet," interrupted Rachel with a tired sigh, not wanting to hear any more of it. "What kind of people live in small towns? The narrow-minded ones. They are just one step away from being peasants. That they say all these nice and kind things doesn't mean that they think them too. And do I have to remind you that I am the one who has to hear what they are thinking?" She gave Janet another glare. "With that in mind, forgive me for not looking forward to meeting those nice people."

Janet opened her mouth to disagree but Charles put a hand on hers. "Just leave her be, Janet. She is always like this on her first day."

Although that was not entirely true and she was much grumpier than she usually was, Rachel appreciated the gesture and muttered: "Thanks, Charles."

Unfortunately Janet was being Janet and she was determined to prove her point and bring a smile on her "daughter's" face. "None of the people I've met are as narrow-minded as you claim they are. From what I've seen, they are very nice and very open. Very accepting and welcoming."

"Small town, Janet," reminded Rachel her again, going once more for the dramatic eye roll. "They are nice and open because they hope they can find some dirt on you. Face it, that's the only thing that matters in a small town: the gossip."

"But..."

"And I'm talking about teenagers, not adults. Stubborn teenagers who only care about who they date, who is where on the social ladder, who they wear, who their friends are and who they lose their virginity to." Charles choked on his coffee when she said that and started coughing uncontrollably. Rachel ignored him and continued. "That are not the kind of people you find working in bookstores or malls or at the restaurant at the side of the road. And if you do, they might not act like that but they sure as hell will think like it."

"You were once like that too," pointed Janet out, putting her arms over each other and giving her a triumphant smile.

That smile disappeared all too quickly when the temperature dropped to almost five degrees below and when Rachel looked at her with a cold look that could turn people to ice.

She said not a word to the blond woman but simply got up and grabbed her bag. "I'm leaving. After all, I don't want to be late."

The word was as sharp as the blade of a razor and Janet flinched. Hell, even Charles flinched and the words weren't even directed towards him.

Rachel marched out of the kitchen, grabbing her coat on the way to the door, and opened the front door, only to slam it close behind her.

Charles turned his gaze towards his wife and gave her a sad look. "Too soon, love. Way too soon."

"I hate seeing her like this. She isn't herself." Janet let out a deep sigh and leaned back in her chair, staring at the chair where Rachel had sat on moments before. "I just want her to move on, to forget about him and pick up her life again. There are so many other nice and handsome young men out there. The one for her must be walking among them."

Charles shook his head. "She can't move on from him yet. Moving on would mean forgetting about it and they only broke up two weeks ago."

"Two weeks is quite a long time," disagreed Janet. "Long enough to get over someone. She should have been her old self again by now. I had expected her to be herself again when school would start for her."

Charles put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a small smile. "Just look on the bright side. She isn't crying hysterically or walking around like a zombie anymore. And she got up this morning. She got up and dressed and moved instead of just remaining in her bed and staring at nothing but the wall." Janet gave him a sad look and he rubbed her shoulder in a way to comfort her. "It's a start, love. Hold on to that."

Meanwhile, Rachel was trying to kill the steering wheel of her Mini Cooper while driving to school. The bag she used for school, a black leather shoulder one, was lying beside her on the passenger's seat in an angle that told the story of how she had thrown it there.

The eyes of the sixteen year old were focuses on the wet road in front of her. Focussed but not really seeing. She was too angry to be really focussing on anything.

Of all things Janet could have said, it just had to involve her previous life. Her life back in France. Her happy life with her boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend.

Her grip on the wheel tightened some more and should super strength have been among the many "gifts" she possessed, she would have broken it by now.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice whispered that Janet had only tried to make her smile and it hadn't been her intention to upset her or tear open the wounds that had only just started healing. But the angry and prejudiced part of her mind wasn't listening and called the blond nurse names that would have made her ex proud.

Rachel abruptly pulled on the wheel and parked her car at the side of it.

For a moment she stared ahead, her hands still holding the wheel that tightly that her knuckles were turning white, but then slowly her grip loosened and her eyes fell close.

And that was when she broke down. The tears started to stream down her cheeks and it didn't take long before the sobs made her feel breathless. She wrapped her arms around herself and rested her head on the wheel while she allowed herself this moment of weakness.

Her ex. Only thinking about him caused her to break down and feel like someone was trying to rip out her heart. Or the million pieces that used to be her heart.

Rachel was used to pain and getting hurt but the pain the break-up had caused her, the pain it was causing her, she had not experienced anything like it before. She had sworn to stop showing people how hurt she was when she had noticed how almost everyone in town had shot her these pitiful looks, as if she was weak. And she was anything but weak.

So far it worked. She hid how she truly felt behind a mask of indifference and coldness, something she had learned from her ex. It was funny how she now used it since she had hated how he used it when they had been together.

But it worked and that was the only thing that mattered. Only Charles and Janet weren't fooled by it. They knew her better than that.

Rachel took a deep breath in and opened her eyes again, loosening her arms around herself. To the outside world nothing was wrong with her. The truth was she was far from okay and whenever she was alone, she would allow herself to break down and get the pain out. If only it would stay away after she had let it out.

She took a few more breaths in before starting the car again and driving on, her eyes once more focussed on the road. She saw it a bit clearer this time but her sight was still a tad blurry due to the tears.

Twenty minutes later she arrived at her new school, Forks High School: Home of the Spartans. Or so the sign outside it tried to make her believe.

It was like any other building in the town: dull. It stood slightly out simply because it was that big but further it blended with the weather and the trees surrounding it, like the rest of the town.

Should she have continued driving after leaving the house, she would have been that early that it would have even put the worst goody two shoes at shame. But since she hadn't, her car wasn't the first one parked on the matching, dull looking parking lot in front of the school.

The students owning said cars were hanging around them and turned their attention to hers when she parked it as far away from school as possible. Apparently a Mini Cooper was just as museum worthy as a new student was.

Rachel took one deep breath in and looked at her reflection in her rear mirror. There were some tears left on her cheeks, her mascara was smeared and the mess was joined by several red dots. Anyone, even the narrow-minded people of Forks, would notice it and realise she had been crying. And that was the last thing she wanted.

She grabbed her bag and took out the magical stuff that was called make-up. Not five minutes later all signs had been disposed of and satisfied with the result, she put the make-up away and got out of the car, pulling her bag over her shoulder as she moved.

She threw the door close behind her and locked it before turning to the students who were gawking at her as if she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Be strong, Rachel," she told herself silently. "Chin up and don't let them see. Don't be intimidated. Just ignore them."

The sixteen year old took another deep breath before throwing her hair back and walking to the school's front doors with her chin up and a confident look on her face.

"Nice ride," complimented a boy with a cocky grin on his face when she passed him.

Rachel stopped and eyed the car he was leaning against: an audi 90. Before she realised it, a bitchy smile pulled itself on her face. "Thanks," she answered in a sweet tone. "I wish I could give you the same compliment."

The cocky grin dropped in an instant and she gave him a last sweet but bitchy smile before walking on. The confidence in her steps grew when she heard his friends laugh.

That same confidence didn't falter until she had reached the secretary's office. By that time, she had left behind a stream of gossip. She didn't care.

She had also discovered that the inside of the school was as dull as the outside was and when she entered the secretary's office, she was anything but surprised when she was met by grey walls and equipment that had no colour whatsoever.

The only colourful thing in the room was the secretary self. She was a small woman with red hair, big glasses and an even bigger cleavage that she had tried to tug away in a too tight purple blouse. Tried and failed.

She looked up when Rachel stopped in front of her desk and a sweet smile that could rival Janet's smiles, appeared on her face. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Rachel Grey."

More the sixteen year old did not need to say. The whole town had been talking about the new chief of police and his family and she would have been more surprised if the woman in front of her hadn't known who she was.

"Of course, you're the new student." The smile turned from annoyingly sweet to Barbie doll sweet and the redhead turned to a large pile of papers. "Your schedule should be somewhere in here."

Rachel rolled her eyes and shrugged off her coat, folding it over her arms and holding it in front of her while she watched the woman look. One would expect that when a school such as Forks High would get something as rare as a new student, all the necessary papers would be lying ready and waiting for said student.

Apparently not.

"Here it is!" The woman pulled out a piece of paper with a smile of triumph, causing the entire pile to fall to the floor. "Oh, crap." She turned to the sixteen year old, who couldn't help but crook her eyebrow. Apparently that made her nervous because the redhead chuckled and started fiddling with one of her many blouse buttons. "Well, here it is. And uh..." She went through a few more drawers and eventually pulled out another paper. "Here's a map of the school. Would you like me to mark the quickest routes to your classes?"

Rachel practically snatched the papers of the desk. "No, thanks. I think I will manage."

"Oh." The secretary was caught off guard, clearly not expecting that answer, and it took her a few moments to recover and remember what else she had to give a new student.

Ten minutes later Rachel stepped out of the office again, this time carrying a map of the school, her schedule, the number and combination of her locker and some papers her teachers of that day had to sign.

She sighed and looked up the classroom where she had her first lesson on the map before turning and making her way to her locker.

The dreaded first day had begun and what a promising start it had been.

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