Hurrah

Hurrah! Here's chapter dos. ;D
This one is a bit longer than the first one, but it's packed with new stuff.
So hooray!
Continue reading. . .
And of course – I OWN NOTHING! These beautiful people belong to Stephenie Meyer

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I slowly opened up my sleepy eyes to see a very bright, white light illuminating my room through a gap in-between the curtains. I blinked a few times to take myself out of the heavy-eyed state then pulled the curtain back to see a clear blue sky, only a few clouds gathering in the horizon waiting to cover Forks in that grey, cloud blanket. A smile grew across my face – not only was it the first day back at school but it would be a warm sunny day, the sun makes me a very happy girl.

I quickly got dressed, taking the opportunity to wear my denim skirt that came to just above my knee and a light blue tank top Rosalie got me for Christmas, which I refused to even try on once I saw the neckline on that thing, but when it's on it actually doesn't look that bad. I really hope Mike won't drool over this – he's a good friend and all but sometimes his perv instincts take over.

After raking a brush through my chocolate brown hair, leaving it down to create a veil of curls on my back, I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen to see a note on the table. Flipping the paper open, I scan read Charlie's wishes for a good first day of school and my smile grew even bigger, if that were possible.

Quickly grabbing a cereal bar I headed out to my ancient Chevy truck – it was beautiful to me, but to everyone else it was just a huge chunk of scrap metal ready for the junkyard. I climbed into the front seat, breathing in the familiar scent of petrol and the engine roared into life, still making me jump after having the car for 2 years. Laughing at myself, I reversed out of the driveway and headed up to Forks High School.

Once I had parked the car and closed the door, I barely had time to blink before a streak of long blonde hair flew towards me and grabbed me in a super-hug. My bones were officially crushed.

"Rosalie . . . can't. . . .breathe." I gasped, trying to create a gap between us so my oxygen supply would refill.

"Sorry Bella, hun." Rosalie replied, grinning at me with ultra-white teeth.

Rosalie has always been stunning since the first time I saw her when I started high school. Now the summer was over; her tan was redone, her hair as blonde as ever and her clear blue eyes seemed to sparkle under the sunlight.

"And hey, Jasper." I stared up at the 6 foot blonde figure looking down at me, who gave me a nod and a smile. Typical Jasper, I thought to myself.

Jasper was Rosalie's quiet twin brother, but the only thing they shared in common was their hair, their eyes and the fact that they were my best friends.

"Nice to see my present isn't collecting any more dust." Rosalie smiled, prodding me in the side with her manicured finger.

I laughed and did a little twist, Rosalie and Jasper laughing with me as I stumbled as I neared 360 degrees.

"Thank goodness you aren't wearing the heels I brought you to match the top." Rosalie smirked, probably thinking of how funny it would be to watch me trip over every few feet or so with 6 inch heels on.

I sent a playful glare her way then walked with them into the main building to pick up out timetables for this year. People seemed to stop and stare at us as we walked down the corridor, some even glared at us in envy and adoration.

"You do realise they're all staring at you." Rosalie peeked at me through the corner of her eye. Jasper just smiled, no-one dares to argue with Rosalie.

"As if. . ." I muttered, keeping my head low to hide my reddening cheeks.

"Seriously, Bella, you're hot stuff! You just need to get out there and flaunt it!" Rosalie said, shaking her hips and flipping her hair as she did it which made Jasper and I crack up laughing.

We picked up our timetables from the gym: I was with Rosalie for English and Calculus, and I was with Jasper for Spanish and History.

Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.

After Rose and I parted ways with Jasper, we headed towards the English classroom in building 5, walking outside to catch the few rare rays of sunlight. Rosalie told me all about her holiday – from going clubbing to walking down the sandy beaches.

"Have you heard what people have been saying around school?" Rosalie asked, halfway through telling me about her summer fling with vivid detail.

"Urmm . . . nope." I replied, taking my seat in the classroom near the back. Rosalie seems to know everything nowadays so I rarely listen to anyone else - I just pick up all the latest gossip from her.

"3 new students came in today!" Rosalie grinned at me, clapping her hands together in a very preppy way; I couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Really? Any clue who they are?" I asked, truly intrigued. It's not often that we got new students here. It's a novelty to meet someone new here in this small town.

"Apparently their last name is Cullen. Their father has just got a job down at the hospital, so I'm sure you will meet him before I do." Rosalie replied, smiling at her joke. I always seemed to be the reason behind her jokes, but Rosalie has a very friendly, sensitive side which she only shows to certain people. I consider myself lucky to be one of them.

"Hmm, we'll have to see won't we?" I said, my voice dropping lower as the teacher glared at us from the front of the classroom.

The lessons passed by quickly, and everyone was talking about the new students. I remember what it was like when I first started, but luckily for me Rosalie and Jasper came to the rescue. I felt sorry for the Cullens.

Rosalie and I met up with Jasper again and headed into the cafeteria for lunch.

Jasper poked me hard in my back, "There they are." He quietly said, pointing, and that's when I saw them.

There were three of them; one girl and two boys. And they were all different. The girl has short, spiky, ink-black hair and was very small by the looks of things; her feet didn't touch the floor on her chair. One of the boys was very muscular, and I could tell that Rosalie has her eyes on him, and he had dark brown curly hair. And the other boy made me gasp; he has dark hair, a reddish-brown colour which was messy but in a way that made it look like it had been styled that way deliberately. All of them shared the same pale skin that made them look extraordinarily beautiful.

"Urmm. . . Bella, you can snap out of it now." I was suddenly aware of Jaspers voice behind me and Rosalie's hand waving in front of my eyes.

"Huh . . . what?" I replied, rapidly coming back to reality. I realised my tray was shaking in my hands and so I placed it on the rail and ordered a salad and a lemonade; I wasn't feeling all that good. Jasper picked that up and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

I smiled up at him and we followed Rosalie to . . . oh no.

"Hey there, you must be new here." Rosalie said to them, smiling confidently at them all. Jasper just stood by her side looking as calm as ever. Whereas me, little miss shy, looked at my shoes with a red face hoping Rosalie would move on to another table.

In the end I forced myself to look up.

I focused my eyes on the small girl with the spiky hair.

"Hey. I'm Alice and this is Emmett and Edward." The girl answered, smiling and gesturing towards both Emmett and Edward. So his name was Edward, with the reddish-brown hair and the – my brain lost track as he lifted his head from his foot and looked directly into my eyes, a hint of curiosity lingering in them. They were green. Grass green, they shone like emeralds underneath the thick eyelashes.

I was once again brought back to reality by Rosalie's voice

"Hey all, I'm Rosalie and this is Jasper and Bella." She said, pointing at us and herself.

"Mind if we sit here?" Jasper asked, not taking his eyes away from Alice.

"Sure! Join the party. I get the first slice of cake!" Emmett said, laughing. His booming laugh seemed to echo all around the room, lifting the atmosphere around us. His laugh was contagious and a small giggle passed through my lips, earning a glance from Edward – but I didn't dare to look at him because if I did I would probably have a full-on heart attack.

Instead I focused on the new faces around me. I noticed that Emmett had dark blue eyes with dimples on his cheeks when he smiled which gave him a childish look – I could also see that Rosalie picked this up as she was sneaking glances at him every so often with adoring eyes.

And Alice had a small heart-shaped face with pixie-type features and turquoise eyes that contained so much excitement you could almost feel it yourself. And you can tell from an instant that she liked shopping – she and Rosalie would get on perfectly.

I wasn't one for shopping as I never looked good in anything and most of the time I just couldn't be bothered – why did it matter how I looked?

Right now I had a good reason.
His name was Edward Cullen.

Sooo what do you think?

And the next chapter will be this in Edward's point of view – that should be fun! D

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Beccah xo