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Isabel's POV
I couldn't ask Charlie to help me figure things out. He was already suspicious of my behaviour. When we arrived at the house, it wasn't at all like I remembered. It looked exactly like Charlie's house in Twilight. I couldn't breathe for a minute, because parked in the driveway was a red Chevy. Bella's red Chevy.
"What's that, Dad?" I asked him, referring to the truck.
"Oh, well, I know you wanted a car"—I had never said anything about that, but whatever—"so I got this one. It's from the early sixties, but it runs great!" My smile reached my eyes, while I leaned into the driver's seat to hug my father.
"Thanks, Dad! I love it!" And I did. But Charlie blushed, embarrassed by my exuberance. I felt bad, but my father wouldn't have been uncomfortable, so I didn't think anything of it at first. I hopped out of the police cruiser excitedly, and my dad helped me lug my bags upstairs.
I was upset to realise that this was exactly like Bella's house, and I would have to share a bathroom with my father. That was not one of the greater things about being here.
But I did begin to realise something—I was living the life of Bella Swan. I threw my book bag onto my bed—with purple satin sheets—and pulled out my copy of Twilight. I read through the first chapter, to discover that tomorrow would be a bad day—a very bad day.
I had always made friends in Miami. I was popular and pretty. I didn't look or act anything like Bella Swan. I had tan skin—skin you expect a Floridian to flaunt—with brown eyes and hair. I loved to play softball, and I was on our school's team. I wondered if I would start acting like Bella. Would Edward not like me because I don't look like the real Bella? I didn't want to think about that. I hoped Edward would like me.
My night was different than Bella's first night. The greenery and rain kept her tossing and turning. She cried throughout the night. My only care in the world was whether Edward would like me—and I knew that was getting ahead of myself. I didn't know I would meet Edward. With Twilight clutched to my chest, I fell asleep, the drizzling rain my lullaby.
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I was so happy to have a car. Walking or taking Charlie's car were my other options and they seemed unbearable. Even though I expected it, the roar of my truck's engine was excruciatingly loud. Some personality! I thought, using Bella's opinion on the car.
I had been so nervous; I brushed my hair and teeth in my room, not looking in the mirror. Now that it was too late to turn back, I looked in my rearview mirror, and gasped.
My hair waved gently on my shoulders, a beautiful shining brown. My eyes were the same brown they had always been. But my skin. I was pale, almost vampire pale. I no longer had the tan Miami-girl look. It was clear to me. I was Bella Swan.
I was shaking by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I wasn't surprised by the size of the school, by the lack of institution. I'd gotten used to it the first time I read Twilight. But the feeling was different when you experienced it.
I pushed open the door to the main office, nervously.
"I'm Isabella Swan," I said, trying out my new name for size.
"Of course!" said the woman, who I assumed was Mrs. Cope. She handed me a map of the school, and my schedule. I thanked her before heading back to my car, where I would wait for other kids to arrive. It was still early, and I was prepared to wait, but many students were already here. I was shocked.
I waited for the bell rang, and when it did, I pulled out my map to head to my first class.
A pimply boy with oily black hair approached me.
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" I recognised him as Eric Yorkie.
"Um, Izzy—I mean Bella. I'm Bella." Nice, Is. Way to sound cool!
"Well, hi Bella! When's your first class?" I pulled out my schedule.
"Government with Jefferson, in building 6." He was way too helpful.
"Oh, I'm in building 4, but I can show you the way!"
"Thanks." I told him, but I would have preferred to be alone.
Eric rambled pointlessly, and I talked back absentmindedly. This kid needed to leave me alone!
Finally, we reached the door of building 6, and he was forced to leave. I knew he was nice, but I couldn't help be aggravated. I knew he liked me, and it made me uncomfortable. No, Izzy! He likes Bella. My brain screamed. Well, I am Bella! I mentally retorted. Oh man, I'm fighting with myself. This is going to be a long day!
The only good thing that had come of my day was that the classes were easy. Even though I didn't know most of the curriculum, Bella seemed to know a lot. Being Bella had some benefits.
It didn't take long before the lunch bell rang. I was excited and nervous for lunch. I was praying the Cullens would be there, but also praying they wouldn't, for my sanity's sake. I was trying to close my eyes so I couldn't see in the cafeteria, but Bella had enough coordination problems with her eyes open. Apparently I did too, now! I opened my eyes and gasped aloud, causing the entire cafeteria to stare. A girl with brown hair and glasses, who I recognised as Angela, quickly pulled me to my seat, to draw attention away from me.
"What was that?" Jessica Stanley asked me.
"Who are they?" I tried to act in character, but who else could the five gods and goddesses in the back corner be? The Cullens, naturally. And they were much more perfect in real life than books or movies can describe.
I chose to analyze the boys first. One was tall and muscular. His abs showed through his shirt on his chest, stomach, and arms. He had dark, curly brown hair and black eyes. Needs to go hunting, I guess. I thought. Of course, in the next second, I was terrified. What if Edward can read my thoughts? Oh, Is, stop thinking!!! I tried to keep analyzing the big one—I wouldn't think his name, in fear of Edward's power. The boy was intimidating, but he almost seemed friendly, like he would be loving if you got to know him.
The next boy was taller and lanky, but that did not down-grade his looks. He had blonde hair and the same black eyes. I tried not to worry. Jasper—erm, the boy—wasn't in my grade anyway. This boy was leaner than the first, but still muscular and strong.
The last boy looked younger than the others, who could pass for college age. He had a beautiful bronze colour to his hair. It was untidy and it shook when he moved his head. I didn't miss the black in his eyes, and that I was scared of.
The three boys were so devastatingly beautiful, I didn't want to look away to see my potential best friend and enemy. But curiosity got the better of me, and I turned my attention to the girls.
One girl was so short, she could pass for a much younger age than I was sure she was. She had an innocent face, with small pixie-like features. She was extremely thin, and her hair was cropped short and it shone a deep black.
Her sister was the opposite. She was tall and statuesque. She had the type of figure that belonged on the cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. Her hair was golden, very similar to the tallest boy—I took a chance and thought Jasper's name—and it waved gently to the middle of her back.
Even though they were clearly not related through blood, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, paler than the new me. There eyes were all dark despite their range of hair tones. They also had dark, bruise-like shadows under their eyes, like they hadn't slept in weeks, or like they had been punched. All of their features were perfect, angular, and straight. Everything about them was perfect.
"Bella!" Jess yelled. "Bella? Did you hear me? Those are the Cullens. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward?" I snapped out of my lengthly assessment of the vampires, and turned my attention to Jess.
"Oh, right!" She told me which one was which, though I already knew. She seemed upset when she told me about how none of the girls in school were good enough for him. Although her tone changed to possessive when she told me not to waste my time. I told her I didn't plan on it, but boy was that the understatement of a lifetime. I didn't plan on wasting my time, because the time would not be wasted.
Lunch came and went, and at first I was upset to see Edward leave. But then I remembered we had biology together, and I became happy. I seemed to have forgotten that he would hate me and be thinking of way to kill me—perhaps blinded by his god-like beauty.
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Not surprisingly, the only seat available in biology was that next to Edward. I smiled at him, but he didn't meet my glance. He seemed to be holding his breath, and he seemed angry. That was when I remembered. I decided, for the sake of the story, to just go with it, and I gave him some space. Just to perfect the details of the story more, I smelled my hair, acting like I didn't know what was wrong.
At first, I was angry with Edward in my mind. All I did was smell potent. Not my fault. But then, I was grateful, because he did resist the urge to kill me.
Class ended quickly, and Edward was the first out of the room. Mike, I recognised, came up to talk to me. He smiled his young boy-like smile, and I returned it. Mike was nice, but I was taken aback when he asked me,
"So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?" I muttered something pointless about how I think he just didn't feel well or something, and tried to direct the conversation to something else. Thankfully, Mike let the subject drop. We talked about our next classes, which I discovered was gym for each of us. I began to get excited right away. We were playing volleyball, which I was really good at. I took my position in the gym, and we got started. I was serving first. I threw the ball in the air, and whacked it, but it hit Mike, who was on my team, in the head. I gasped. Since when did I do that? Ugh, stupid Bella coordination! I ran to make sure Mike was okay, and offered to be in the back corner. Of course, the other team recognised me as the weakness and always served me the ball. I apologised to our team at the end of the game, flushing furiously fast, before rushing out to my car.
From my truck, I saw Edward storm out of the office, and I knew he had just fought with the secretary inside for a change in classes. I also knew that for once, he had lost. I headed back to Charlie's, fighting tears the whole way home.
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I had loads of fun writing this chapter. The introduction to the Cullen's was very fun to write! Please review! It's my motivation to write, and I won't continue otherwise!
Maggie