I didn't know if I had ever been on an airplane before. I was kinda freaked by the prospect. But the flight was smooth the whole way to Forks, Washington. I don't think I'm afraid of heights.

Charlie and Renee Swan were to be my foster parents. Until I got my memory back, at least. All I remembered was a bright green light-which I couldn't make sense of.

And I was found in an alley in New York with nothing but the clothes on my back, my glasses, and a carved piece of wood that was thin and narrow.

I am defiantly confused. They asked me so many questions I couldn't answer! Who my parents were, where I lived, who I knew, what did I last here on the news?, and so on.

I walked cautiously to the luggage pick-up-where I would be meeting Charlie and Renee- I tried to observe every small detail. Asking myself, Does that look familiar?

Unfortunately, nothing did. Look familiar, I mean.

When the luggage rack came into view I was slightly surprised to see a middle-aged lady holding a sign-Welcome to Forks, Bella!

Bella, it had been the only name I had responded to. Whether it was my name or someone else's I wasn't sure. They had decided that Isabella must have been my name.

I didn't think it was my name. For some reason, I hated it.

"Are you Renee Swan?" I asked when I was right by her.

"Yes!" she dropped the sign and gave me a big hug. "Welcome to Forks!"

"Thanks," I smiled at her.

"Oh!" she let go of me and picked up the sign. "Let's go get your luggage!"

She grabbed my hand and led me over to where my single, small suitcase was.

I grabbed it, then she grabbed my free hand with her free hand, and led me out to her car.

From the car ride, I was sure I wouldn't have to say much around her. She talked non-stop.

"I'm Renee, but you already knew that," she had smiled at me. "We used to have a daughter-her name was Isabell too-but she's all the way at Harvard. Harvard! I know! It's such a long way away! But she's getting one of the best educations there is! She should have been valedictorian! Or something..."

...

I walked to school. It was much easier than riding in the same car as Renee, or trying to drive myself.

Not that Renee wasn't bad or anything, she just talked so much. I probably knew everything about her, Charlie, and Bella Swan.

Charlie Swan was the opposite of his wife. He was a quiet, content person, though he seemed sad like Renee somehow. They both seemed sad.

Renee's house was small and cozy. There were pictures of their daughter everywhere. I had wondered if my parents had put my picture up everywhere. But, for some reason, I hoped not. Isabell's room was also easily the smallest in the house. Renee said we would only have to share when Isabell came home for vacations.

Finding the school was easy enough-it was less than a block away from Renee's house. Renee had repeated the directions over and over. then Renee had repeated the directions to the school office to me-at least until I could repeat them back.

Finding the office was easier than I expected. But, I was nervous and could barely think strait thanks to my nerves.

"I'm Bella," I said to the secretary when she had asked. "The Swans are my foster parents-"

I couldn't think of what else to say. I couldn't remember anything to help me.

"Oh! Of course!" she went through several papers before finding my schedule and a map of the school. "Here you are-the best routes are already highlighted."

Then she turned back to her computer-at least, I think it was a computer, I wasn't entirely sure-and left me unsure what to do.

"Thanks," I said, as I turned to the door and went back outside. I looked at the map and schedule. I wasn't entirely sure they had placed me in the right classes. Guessing what they thought my age was, they had placed me in eleventh grade, having guessed seventeen. And none of the classes seemed familiar at all; and I felt disappointed that nothing was familiar.

Sighing, I went to the English room, for English class. For I class I couldn't remember having taken before.

...

People came up and introduced themselves in the halls, after classes, before classes, and some even during classes.

They were entirely comfortable being here. And I wasn't. I wasn't sure what to do. What to say. One of the social workers in New York had said, "Just be yourself."

Right, be myself-only I didn't know who myself was.

English to Trigonometry (what the bloody hell? I didn't understand a thing!) to Spanish (I think I may have taken this class before, it seemed a little familiar). Introductions were made and questions were asked. I really didn't know how to answer the questions, and I think they classified me as some form of 'retarded'.

A boy from Spanish insisted on my sitting next to him and his friends during lunch. My stomach felt full already-though I hadn't eaten much breakfast either-, and I didn't eat much.

The food seemed slightly familiar. The agency may have been right about where I had come from. Just maybe not this part of the country.

As the others at the table ate and laughed. Jokes and teasing flowing around faster than the food was being eaten. I saw him.

He was sitting with four others. A large muscular boy, a boy not as huge, but still muscular and big all the same, a blonde girl who could have every single boy in the world eating out of her hand just because of her looks, and a tiny girl with spiky black hair that pointed every single direction.

But it was him that caught my attention. He was bronze haired and, like the others, pale and dark eyed with bruises like he couldn't sleep well. He was muscular-yet smaller than the other boys at the table. His features-again like the others with him-were perfect.

Something was tugging at my memory.

I think I knew him.

I was so sure I knew him-but I was unsure what to do.

I mean, I didn't even remember my own name-unless it was really Bella-how could I even remember another person?

But, it was like I knew his features like the back of my hand. It was recognizable.

He must have felt my gaze, because he looked up suddenly, meeting my gaze. I looked down, embarrassed that he had caught me staring, but not before he had looked away looking bored.

I stared at my hands as the others talked. His eyes were totally unfamiliar. So I must not have known him. Maybe I had seen him before-but never actually met him. That was entirely possible...

"Who are they?" I asked the girl next to me.

"The Cullens," she said, without even looking up, plainly knowing who I meant by the tone of my voice. "They moved here from somewhere north a few years ago. And they're all like together, like together together, Alice-she's not there right now-is with Jasper-the one who looks like he's in pain-Emmett-the huge one-is with the blonde-Rosalie-and that leaves Edward-but don't waste your time, he doesn't date."

She said all of that very fast, like she was a major gossip-that's the right word, I think-and like she had to get the news to people first.

"They seem nice," I offered, completely unsure of what to say. And then Edward turned and met my gaze again.

But this time he seemed agitated. Like I wasn't giving him what he wanted and it was what he wanted most in the entire world.

I looked down at the table, blushing, as the girl giggled.

Edward's POV. Or an attempt at it...

Edward is SO hot.

I looked up, annoyed. I had been doing a good job at keeping everyone out of my head today, and then someone had to think something loud enough to intrude on my mind.

I met the gaze of the new student, Bella, and looked away, realizing she had not been the one to think my name. Her almond shaped green eyes had been wide with surprise.

But that was nothing new. There was so much surprising about my family-to humans that is. I wondered what would happen if we revealed ourselves to these perverted thinkers.

It was tempting. Very tempting. It may be enough to get them to stop their perverted thoughts about my family and myself.

So HOT! Wish he would date-I'd totally go out with him.

I shoved Jessica Stanley's thoughts aside. She was always thinking something along those lines-I always had to resist the urge to tell her what exactly would happen if my venom coated teeth got that close to her mouth.

Tempting-but ultimately not worth it.

I wondered for a second what the new girl thought of my family. I didn't particularly care-but it would serve as a warning if she tried to guess...

I reached out my mind toward hers-and ran into a wall.

I cringed. The pain was only in my mind-but it felt like running into a brick wall-a wall I couldn't break through.

I looked over at her-she was looking at me in interest-but I didn't pause to wonder why.

She looked down blushing-and as she did her black bangs fell, covering her forehead.

Covering a scar shaped like lightning.

A/N For those who were wondering, I made no mistake when Renee was talking about Bella. Bella is dead, and Renee pretends she's still alive. In this story Bella was going to go to Harvard before she died, and she never met Edward. Also, this is a reposting, correcting grammar mistakes, spelling, and such.