Unfortunatly I in no way own Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's characters :(

The light shone slowly through the window and found my face, suddenly waking me. I looked at the clock to see what time it was, my alarm hadn't gone off so I figured it must have been early. I peeked through the curtains to see the dull street of Sychdyn. We hadn't lived here long, we moved in July so that we wouldn't have to miss any school and that we could start 6th form in September. My mum had bought it with the money my dad had left her in his will. In an attempt to forget her grief, she moved me and my brother from our home in London to the dreary grey village of Sychdyn in North Wales. She believed it would help her forget the pain of losing her husband. I couldn't tell my mum how much I hated our new home; it would only make her feel worse and make me seem selfish, she'd probably think that I don't understand. My dad died three years ago from terminal cancer and it hit us hard as we were an extremely close family. The doctors explained that the illness had spread too far and that the chances of him surviving were becoming smaller by the minute. He was given three months to live, three months before their wedding anniversary. He died within two.

I groaned regretfully, it was only five o'clock. This meant that I still had an hour and a half until I had to start getting ready for school. I reached across my bedside table and flicked the light on so I could put my contacts in. I grabbed my copy of The Book Thief and started to read. The pages feathered, evidently showing the many times that I had read the book, my bookmark lay withered and worn on the middle of the book. I found that this book had become one of my many favourites as I had read it a total number of fifteen times in the last three months. As I settled down to read, my mind had forgotten the fact that today was the day that I would begin 6th form in a new school , a school where no one knew me, my family or my past.

I was so engrossed in the book that I nearly threw it into the air when my alarm clock suddenly blasted out Muse. Irritating as it may have been, I still had to get ready for the new school year. It swiftly dawned on me again that I was starting at a new school, with new people and perhaps my chances of being seen as a social reject would turn out to be small. I could be anyone I wanted to be, re-discover myself and only allow them to see what I wanted them to see. Since my dad died I was seen as a 'freak' as I had no desire to Fmake friends, I felt that people would only become my friend because of my dad's death, but it didn't matter how sorry or how bad they felt for me, it wasn't going to bring my dad back. I preferred to spend the time with my twin brother Lucas who knew how I felt and understood why I didn't want to make new friends.

I reluctantly got out of bed and ran for the bathroom as I knew how Lucas always liked to take his time in the morning, meaning that I wouldn't get the chance to have a shower. After my shower I headed back to my room and got dressed in the clothes my mum had bought for me the day before. I decided to wear my new dark skinny jeans with a long white printed t-shirt and my black ballet pumps. I stood in front of the mirror and sighed; I was extremely small and skinny and had straight brown, shoulder length hair. My mum always said that I was pretty, but all I saw was a teenager unsure of her identity.

At 8.30 Lucas walked into my room and threw himself on top of my bed while I grabbed my bag and iPod. Lucas was the complete opposite of me, he was tall, tanned sporty and charismatic. He always joked that I was adopted as I'm the odd person in my family being only five foot four, while my mother is five foot nine and Lucas being over six foot. It's scarily evident I don't come from this family. He suddenly got up off my bed and grabbed my bag strap to haul me down the stairs and out the door. We waited patiently for the bus to arrive; Lucas could see that I was irritated as the girls were sending flirtatious glances and hoots towards my brother. Seriously, it happens all the time and like I said, it's getting rather annoying. Why can't I get this sort of attention?

'Chillax Faith, you know that I'm not interested,' He whispered, 'they probably all have boyfriends anyway' he added quietly. Yeah, and buns in the oven too I thought bemused. He pulled a face whilst prancing around with his bag stuck up his shirt, as if he read my mind. Typical.

I laughed and threw my bag at him, his expression changed from laughing to hurt. I was shocked as I thought that I had only gently let go of the bag with little force. My i-pod isn't that heavy, is it? His face seeing my puzzled expression broke out into a wide cheesy grin. The other students looked at us as if we were crazy but we paid no attention. The bus finally arrived and pulled up in front of me. Lucas gave me a reassuring push and followed me onto the bus.

The 6th Form College looked huge from where we stood. The building seemed to loom over us as if it was going to gulp us up in an instance. The building looked old and dated; the walls were crawling with fresh green ivy hiding the evidence of the buildings old age. All the new students were now gathered outside the office to see which form they would be in. Lucas dragged me towards the board and let out an amused chuckle. I didn't have to look to see that we were in the same class…again. I'm sure that teachers have this crazy idea that twin brothers and sisters actually enjoy being in the same class as each other. 'Looks like you're stuck with me again Elfy!' I shot him my death glare and growled at him, he knew how much I hated 'Elfy'

We were separated into our new forms and taken to our new form rooms in which we would have to spend most of our time for the next two years. Eurgh. I looked around at the other students who would probably just forget I exist after the first couple of weeks. I nudged Lucas and nodded in the direction of the group of girls talking about him a couple of rows back. He walked off to introduce himself, leaving me to my observations. It was then that I first saw him sitting at the back, staring out of the window. He was beautiful. His hair was an unusual shade of bronze, effortlessly styled in soft spikes without the use of any hair products, his skin was extremely pale (even for Wales) and his eyes were a beautiful gold colour. I sat and watched him throughout the whole of first period. He never seemed to notice me.

After first period we began our lessons. Lucas had chosen to take English language, business, physics and maths while I had taken English Literature, History, Psychology and music. He gave me a reassuring smile and left with the group of girls. I reluctantly got up to check my timetable and made my way towards History.

I walked to the back of the classroom, taking the seat next to the window. Staring out the window, day dreaming, I sensed the approach of the bronze haired boy. From the corner of my eye I could see him gracefully placing himself in the seat next to me. Every girl in the class stared at him with eyes and mouths open with awe.

'Hello, I'm Edward,' his smooth velvet voice wrapped me into a sudden ease while his golden eyes locked onto mine. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. This, beautiful creature was speaking to me, Faith Spencer, of all the girls he could have chosen to talk to, he picked me. I was able to gather my thoughts in time to answer.

'Um, hi, I'm Faith,' I was almost expecting a hand shake, but by the way he coiled his hands tightly together I thought better, 'So you're new to the area too right?' It was the only question I could think of at the time, the pure paleness of his skin amazed me, I wanted to know more.

'Yes. My family and I just moved from Paris where my father worked as a doctor. You're new too I guess,' he watched my face intensely, waiting for a reply, 'you seem even more nervous now you're not with your boyfriend.'

I blushed with embarrassment and looked down. I could feel the wind blowing through the open window above us, making me shiver. I suddenly felt him tense beside me. I glanced over my shoulder to see what the problem was. His eyes had turned pitch black and he glared at me as if this sudden mood change were my fault.

'I have to leave,' his voice sounding strained. I sat in awe as this boy got up and left with such grace, it left me utterly breathless.

Please Review it's my first story and I want to know what you think