9:26:09 am. March 13, 2009. Biology.
"Isabella, you can sit over there by Edward," Mr. Banner announced. I was about to correct him and tell him I like to be called Bella, but I could tell he just wanted the period to end. Just like I did.
"Hey," I whispered sheepishly over my shoulder. The boy who Mr. Banner said was named Edward had the desk in a death-grip. His dark eyes gleamed brighter with every breath I drew. His eyes were in contrast to his pale skin. It was beautiful.
"Anaphase," I whispered.
"Prophase," he said back after he looked at the next slide. He abruptly shot out of his seat and walked to the front of the room and then the bell rang not one second later. So this is how high school would be. Too bad Jacob had to go to school on the rez. I really needed a friend and so far, nobody looked promising.
"I-" I tried to approach a blond boy to ask how to get to the cafeteria. He was yelling with his Lacoste-clad friends so he couldn't hear me and walked right past me.
I ended up walking around the school for twenty minutes. I got in the cafeteria and I was soaked right down to my underwear. Not fun. All of the tables were full. There were definitely cliques. One table full of beautiful, pale models, another with preppy kids. There were many different groups of kids. I noticed Jessica and Eric sitting with Mike and the other preppy kids. The only person I knew was Edward, whose table was full.
I was a loser.
And this would be my last day in Forks, Washington.
I was not going to deal with this.
