A/N. So here comes Chap.1. The style is completely different from the preface.
First day in OMHF, where their dreams began.
Enjoy! :D


Chapter1

For whatever reason
I feel like I've been wanting you all my life
You don't understand
I'm so glad we're at the same place
At the same time

-Boys Britney Spears

Bella POV

31st, Aug. 2005

6:15 a.m.

"Ring, ring, ring…" The alarm went off for attention. Loudly.

For a long summer holiday, first thing I got used to dealing with those sounds had been shut them down immediately, snuggled into my warming comforter and continued my untroubled sleeping hours. It was starting to become one of my conditioned reflexes. Today, however, nothing like those happened. And, you know what, I was all so glad that the alarm woke me up.

My still semi-conscious inner mind shouted with excitement the second she heard the ringing as she shook and yelled at herself to complete somber: "Hooray! First day ever in middle school! I'm so expected for everything! Wakie, wakie!"

In a thud, I sat straight up in bed, rushed to the bathroom and freshened up myself. I did everything I can, well, anything that wasn't against the school rules to be more exact, to make myself look better.

Looking into the mirror, I saw a girl wearing a brand new set of uniform, which kinda looks like a sportswear, with a pure white polo shirt and a pair of long, blue training pants. Other than the fact that both of them were quite loose, like far too big for her to wear, she looked great. Having a highly-tied ponytail and a huge smile spreading across her face for the excited day, the only word that could suit her had to be "confident".

"Bella," she talked to herself encouragingly, without realizing she actually said them out loud, "keep fighting. Believe in yourself no matter what." If it was possible, her smile grew even wider than it had been. The girl in the mirror was so positive that tomorrow would be better, and she surely believed she would never trust a dim of the word 'destiny'.

With a straight A's grades and the great job I had done in primary school, I passed the entrance test of Olympic Middle School of HF which is really a hard task. I knew there would be more obstacles once I stepped into middle school, and I was also aware of the challenges that I would have to face in OMHF exceptionally.

Having such a great mood, which rarely happened in the morning, for the fact that I wasn't a morning person, I walked back into my room, softly humming while getting my backpack prepared. I held the yellowish memo, which listed down all the stuffs I needed with a left hand, and put all of those necessities into my Jansport backpack. Stopping my humming, I muttered the words on the memo absentmindedly, "Purse (Student ID)…Stationary…Note books...Well, uh…all done." There wasn't much to carry, but in consideration of my terrible faculty of memory, I was definitely smart enough to have everything I had to bring with listed down yesterday.

My essentials for the dorm had been well packed already. The luggage contained everything I needed. Translation: it couldn't be so different from moving for an entire family since the things I brought with could easily overweigh I myself.

I walked out from the bathroom hurriedly, seeing mom in the kitchen. She was wearing a sky blue ruffle neck sheath dress which ended just at her knees, her brown curly hair hanging from her shoulders. She looked so young, so happy, seemingly obsessed with what she was doing, perhaps making my breakfast.

"Morning, mom." I greeted causally.

Turning around, mom smiled as she saw me. "Oh, morning, honey. How was your night?"

"Good."

"Wow, look at you, you're pretty enough even in that dull and plain uniform of yours. By the way, I already packed up your breakfast. Here."

"Uh, thanks mom. And, well, you don't look so bad yourself. The dress looks good on you."

"Really…I…"

I knew exactly that mom would be mom. And if I didn't make her stop right now, she would simply mumble endlessly. Since I had no interests on where or when, or any dramatic stories according to her costume, I cut her down. "Mom, actually, if you don't mind, I want to get to school earlier since it's the first day. I'm sure the parking lot of the campus would be crowded if we get there too late."

"Oh, sure thing, honey. Charles~ Chop, chop! What are you pottering about?"

"Coming…"

As I grabbed my breakfast on the cabinet, a sandwich, a bottle of milk and a small apple, dad walked out from his room while tidying the last button of his button-down T-shirt. In his casual wearing, anything common except his formal uniform, usually jeans and T-shirt of all kind, he looked good. I mean good, like handsome enough for the man his age. And I could figure out why my mom would have such a crush on him first time she saw him on the campus of SCNU as a freshman student.

"Morning ladies." He said as he bent down to get his shoes on, never wasting a beat.

"Morning dad." I greeted politely, feeling a little bit underdressed in between my parents.

"So, uh, you ready?" He asked.

Swinging the bag of breakfast in my hand, I answered, "yeah."

"Get going, get going!" Mom squirmed like a kid being invited to a circus the first time. She pushed dad and I out of the door just as dad got my belongings on both of his hand.

We and went to the garage by the elevator. "Bells, you want me to drive you with my car or your mom's…?"Dad asked. "Definitely with mom's." Like he even need to ask.

My dad Charlie, chief of the police bureau, owned an eye-catching cruiser. It wasn't like that I was ashamed of his work, not at all; I thought it was really a cool thing to work for as a matter of fact, but who would ever want to scare the other away with a cruiser?

"Alright, kid."

The three of us ended up sitting in my mom's white TOYOTA. Well, actually, should be their white TOYOTA, since dad bought it on their ten-year wedding anniversary. It was more like a present for both of them.

Mom started her harmless nagging once we were inside the track. Or had she ever stopped since we left home? Well, I guessed it was only me that wasn't paying close attention, then. I supposed I had gotten used to this side of her.

My mom Renee was an adult-like kid, or a kid-like adult. She had the body of a grown woman, but she never seemed to grow up since high school. She had been a housewife since I was in fifth grade. Sometimes she would be a tutor for some young kids during the weekends, continuing her career as a teacher,but it was just on and off. With mom, I was always the one to take care of the both of us, you could say I'm "the motherly one", and mom was the kid. It had been like a kind of role reversal for some time.

I started my tasty breakfast as dad driving steadily and mom speaking endlessly.

"…finally going to middle school, I'm so happy for you, honey…You know how proud your father and I have always been for you, right? Are you excited for today, well, I'm sure I am myself. Why don't you say anything? Or perhaps you're too anxious to say anything? Oh, first day, of course you would be anxious… Don't be. You know we would always be supportive of you, no matter what…Well I was really anxious the first day I was in my university. I remembered even being nauseating for days before the term started. But you know what; I have no need to be worried of anything. I met Charles after minutes I stepped into the campus. He was a sophomore there and he was so nice. He helped me to find the teaching building, show me everything around. He even offered to contact him somehow. Both of us didn't own a cell phone at the time being, so he told me where his dorm room was and asked me to ask for his help if I needed…"

Dad coughed uneasily, glancing at the rear-view mirror as if he was shy.

No offense, but I thought the time for nagging should be over. "Mom, you know what, I think I need some time on my own. So don't talk like you don't even need oxygen to breathe in and calm down. I'm fine; I'm not so worried about myself. So don't you worried about me."

"Okay, okay, honey. I'll leave you some space to think, alright…"

Ooh, thank god for that. Though I seriously doubted how long it would last for. I kept them for myself, mumbling a soft "Thanks".

With the rare time of being alone, I imagined what my first day would be like. I would settle everything down in the dorm, which would absolutely be a disaster. I would choose the upper level of the bunk bed we would be sleep on if I could. I would meet my roommates, my new classmates and teachers. I would spend days talking with them and making friends with them. I would get my new schedule for classes and know which day would be shitty for me, and which would be really pleasant. I would have a ceremony for the beginning of the school year, which could have been so boring that I would choose the last line in the audience and toyed with my new cell phone. I would be sitting in the classroom, probably daydreaming about my future life in OMHF. I would have my first study hall session for three hours probably doing some preparation of the new lessons before class. I would…

"Bella, honey…?" Someone called me.

"Bells…?" Another person called.

What the …"Yeah?" I answered impatiently, annoyed because someone ruined my world of fantasy.

"Oh, honey, you were miles away aren't you?" Mom asked, concerned

"Yeah, I was thinking about… something." And you disturbed something.

"We just wanted to remind you, we are here."

"We are? Wow, that's fast enough." Surprise evident in my voice.

"Ah, actually, the traffic was messed up and we didn't get here within an entire hour. You were just deep in thoughts that you didn't notice the time that has passed." Dad said, turned to face me just as mom did.

"Probably so."

"Are you ready, then? For school?" How many times I would have to answer this?

"Yeah, sure." And, by this time, I was really sure myself.

With that, I stepped out of the car, carrying my backpack with a single shoulder, put up my head and faced the main school gate. Our school gate.

-**(~_~)**-

8:00a.m.

My parents helped me with my loads of luggage. By the time everything was moved into my new dorm room on the 3rd floor, we were all breathing heavily.

"Dad, mom, I'm able to handle the… stuffs from now on, it's already eight and yet you haven't had you breakfast. I think you should go eat and leave myself to set everything in order." I said.

"But, honey, at least let us do some cleaning first, the dorm is too dusty for human beings to stay in." Mom said as she glanced around at the dusty ground and windows reprovingly.

"Alright… Well, you can leave some to me so, um, maybe for a short while?"

"Okay."

My parents left right before my first roommates showed up.

I was beyond tired like I had just finished a 400-metre-race, but I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my left hand and welcomed her. "Hey, uh, I'm Isabella Swan, you can call me Bella." I was hoping to make a friend with her, the first girl friend in middle school.

The girl looked up from her long lashes, smiled at me brightly like kids going into a candy shop first time in life. She danced around happily, jumping like Tigger in the cartoon. "I'm Alice, Alice Brandon. So glad to meet you here. Maybe you could be my friend?" She beamed with her high pitched voice. It was as if she was singing (or squirming) while she talked.

She was such a Lolita. Her face looked like it belonged to a China doll, and it was so cute. Her eyes were big with dark brown irises. Short dark hair, smooth and shiny, wrapped around her tiny head; like a mushroom, specifically a delicate one, even though there were no further complex decoration or anything like that. Her form was tiny, too. It was like she was only a kid, no older then fourth grade.

After that, we didn't talk much, since we were both occupying with the loads of necessities we brought. Everything was quiet, but pleasant, before the next girl arrived.

"Boom!"

I cringed slightly at the sound and turned to look at the source of it. It was the sound of the suitcases dropped down onto the ground. Like mine, those stuffs sound really, really heavy. Clearly, it claimed the arrival of another girl here.

While I was still trying to gave it a respond, any respond at all, like a turn around, a wave, or a "hi", as to being friendly. Yet even before I got the chance to react, Alice had already started being all "Alice-like". And I wondered briefly how she could be so energetic when she settled everything down. Not that I'm against her or something. Just that, I was already kind of exhausted at the time.

"Hey, beautiful! I'm Alice, Alice Brandon. So are you gonna live in 1312 with us?" Oh, not you too, Alice. Just like mom, she could talk without breathing. And at the moment I finally reacted to turn around, I saw her gesture at me.

"Uh, no?" The girl rolled her eyes and deadpanned, but I could see she was just kidding.

"Oh, so you got to the wrong dorm? Can I help you with anything?" Apparently Alice didn't think the same way I did. Well, the new girl and I did.

"No, thank you. I'm Rosalie Hale. Don't want to bug around but I'm sure I got the dorm Num. right." She said, seemed kind of smug, surly amused by Alice, whom, dropped her chin open like an "O", stilled right then and there and couldn't figure a syllable out for moment. It was as if I heard the "click" inside her head.

I laughed silently as I saw all this happening. Lowered my head, I disguised the smirk on my face, not wanting to make Alice more uncomfortable in any way. Holding my head up, I waved at Rose's direction causally and said, "Hi, I'm Isabella Swan. Call me Bella."

"Nice to meet you Bella."

"It's my pleasure, Rosalie."

"Well, it's just Rose."

"Okay."

Rose had a model like appearance. She definitely could have a part-time job as a model once she crossed the age limit of work. She had straight and shiny long dark hair which she tossed up into a delicate ponytail. Her face was gorgeous, too. Coffe brown eyes, delicate eye brows and such a mature smile. She had curves that make every girl jealous, and her leg was so skinny, so was her arms. Just… perfect, a beauty and a hottie. I bet she would be the Queen Bee in our class, and attracting most of the guys.

"Well, well, isn't our little Alice cute?" Rose said smugly as if it wasn't bad her head back and forth, tried to snap herself back to reality.

"How can you…How come I ever believed you while you just…Dammit! And Bella, you didn't even remind me or anything? I thought we were friends…"Alice said in a fake mournful, yet truly regretful voice as she pouted like a five-year-old.

"It wasn't my fault since you never heard about pranks or deadpans." Rose said coolly.

"And I thought you had a brain even though you look tiny." I added harmlessly, making fun of her, playing along. Rose and I exchanged a gesture and harmoniously did a high-five.

"But…"Alice started to protest and just so I knew, it would be endless.

So, here we were. I knew that although there would always be quarrels like this because Alice would be Alice, and Rose would be Rose, and I would either choose to stand for one of them or to make peace as being Switzerland, we would stick together since day one in middle school. Would our friendship strong enough to overcome any obstacle we were going to face in the future? I really wondered in my inner heart. And I crossed my heart to wish that the answer could be confirming. Because this was us, and we were just happy being together.

Later on, the rest of our roommates, another two girls arrived, and we did the same self-introduction as before, but the strong connection among the three of us was no where to be found once more. It was weird, and I was clear myself. How could we possibly feel the connection before staying close together for long and getting to know each other? I had no idea.

As the three of us finished our unpacking and everything else by ourselves, and cleaned our lovely dorm into somewhere that we thought good enough to sleep in, we left the dorm. Lingering around the campus for a little while, we were ready for the check in and headed to our new classroom, meanwhile never stopped chatting random things like favorites', past or boys, or what-so-ever girlie talks included on our way. It was as if we'd already known each other since our life had begun. Well, somehow, I felt that today was the first day of my new life.

-**(~_~)**-

10:00a.m.

We finally got to the classroom where had been a total mess. Even till then, not everyone had been to the classroom.

I was kind of nervous, just as mom supposed I would be. Even though I'd tried my best to calm myself down, there was no use of it. That was just typical Swan, a shy Bella in front of crowds of people. Rose held up her chin as the class visibly sighed in jealous while they took her features in. She held me close by my arm while I was getting more and more anxious as time went by. She kept mumbling random things in my ears and jumped from time to time as dynamic she had always been.

We walked to the table by which a teacher, whom I assumed would be my class teacher, was busy dealing with piles of files, handing out forms of student documents to new comers.

As she noticed us, she looked up and said with a smile, "You're students in this class, right? Um, take these." She gave us three forms which we needed to fill in, and continued, "I would be your class teacher, I'm Grace Moore. What are your names?"

"Hello, Mrs. Moore, my name's Alice Brandon. This is Rosalie Hale and this is Isabella Swan."Alice gestured Rose and me in order. Being Alice, she needed no time to rest. We'd just been together for a little longer than an hour, but I was indeed sure about that.

"Great thing you've been friends first day here. It was nice to have someone to accompany with." Mrs. Moore nodded in encouragement, "So, you three fill up that form, and you are formally registered in OMHF, alright? Just take a random seat that suits yourselves today, the arrangement of seat would be done after a week when I know all of the students better."

"Okay. Mrs. Moore." We said in reunion and nodded.

Grinning, we walked through desks until we reached the second line and Rose tugged my shirt and gestured me to sit down next to her. Alice choose at the seat in front of me where her desk mate was still empty air. We started to get ourselves occupied with the forms while the other students filing in continuously. I forgot about the surroundings and focused on the form right on my desk.

At some point, Alice turned around and waving her hands before my eyes to gain my attention. Meanwhile, she knocked on Rose's desk and whispered at us, "Look at them."

Snapping our heads up, we saw three gorgeous boys entering the classroom.

One of them was huge and strong. He had short, natural curly black hair. The cutest thing was he had a pair of dimples. He was laughing with the other two of them and looked extremely relaxed as if he was having a holiday instead of school.

Another boy had curly golden hair that barely reached his neck. Through distance, I couldn't help but noticed his eyes were baby blue, which I found really pretty. He had a sharp cheekbone and chin. And his skin, pale. Not ghostly, but, the color's even lighter than mine, eventhough my skin had a color pale enough to be a little transparent here and there, and that my mom usually joked that I had leukemia. I assumed he was a white. Wow, interesting, foreign student. I thought myself. I wondered where he came from.

But then, my attention was brought to the last boy. Clearly, he was the most attractive boy of all three. He's hair was dark and it was kind of messed up. But I really, really like it and it was hot as hell. His irises were dark and it was like I could see his intelligence and many other things about him right through them, even though I'd never seen him before. His eyelashes were incredibly long and curly. His features are sharp, and his jaw was a smooth and compatible line. His form was lean, but also muscular somehow. All in all, his appearance was…perfect, I couldn't find another word to describe.

I stared at him with amazement for some time, suddenly realized it was impolite to do so. But my eyes were glued to him, as if he was my personal magnet, just like the lyrics "Can't take my eyes off of you." As I was about to look away, he looked straight at my direction and saw right into my eyes. I sucked in a deep breath involuntarily. There were so many feelings flashed in his gaze though I didn't recognize all of them. But I knew for sure, there had been amazement, too.

Right then, even though I still had no idea who he was, or what his name was or any detail of him, I just knew that I'd been waiting and wanting for his showing in my life, I just knew he would be a really important person to me.

All of a sudden, I saw him smile at me. It was a crooked smile which was so hot that it made me melted inside. And I was glad that we're at the same place, at the same time. I could swear to god, even though I would never ever admit it to anyone, not even Rose or Alice, I had a crush on the name-still-unknown boy.

I did the most common thing the other people on earth would have done. I smiled back.


A.N. So, uh, how do you like the story? Any ideas?
ThanQ for reading.
Next Chapter would be on in a few days.

Love, May