Okay, let's meet the Cullens!! : ) !!!!!!!!!

Bpov

After, a two minute drive I easily made my way into Forks High. I quickly got out of my old truck, that for whatever reason I loved and practically (Well my kind of run that I can do without falling) so I don't get wet.

Everyone was staring at me like I was a mermaid. PSH. Teenagers these days with their imaginations'.

I walked in a saw a woman with red hair, and according to her name tag she's Miss. Cope.

"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan. The new student." Her eyes sparked up with recognition. "Yes. The chief's daughter. Here is your timetable and a map of the school, oh and also please get this signed by all your teachers and bring it back at the end of the day. Have a nice day."

"Thank you, I will" I lied.

Before I knew it was lunch. I had met a girl in Spanish but I forgot her name and of course that brought on guilt. She offered me a seat at her table, with a bunch of her friends.

I sat down next to her and another girl I met earlier, Angela, I think. I smiled at her. Unlike the chatty girl that sat beside me, she seemed to me very similar to myself, you know besides the whole being a fish thing, but you know what I mean. "Guys this is Bella, Bella this is Mike, Tyler, Eric, Ben, Lauren, and Angela."

I gave them a timid smile.

Lauren just glared at me. "Why is that here?" She asked disgust covering her voice. "Lauren!" Angela screeched, appalled. I looked down, anger overpowering me. I'm usually not a violent person, but I guess Rikki is rubbing off me because without noticing it my hands curled up into fists. Out of nowhere her water bottle exploded. She screamed so loud. "IT'S BURNING!" She screeched. Oops guess it got so warm that it busted out of the bottle.

After the water was cleaned up and everyone stops looking in our way,( besides the regular staring at the new kid I begun to feel accustomed to) we began talking about random stuff, while Lauren continued glaring at me. Eventually my eyes made my way to them.

(Bold is twilight quotes that I don't own)

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention. They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden; gently waving to The short girl was pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction the middle of her back. And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me.

They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, and angular.

But all this is not why I couldn't look away. I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze haired boy.

They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible.

My neighbor (who I figured out her name was Jessica) told me about them, the Cullens.

There was something strange about them, as if they weren't human, and I can't say that isn't possible, since I'm not human, completely. But there is more, it's like, they are completely different. I had a feeling that I was supposed to be afraid, but I wasn't.

The bell rang and I went to my next, Biology. I had to sit next to Edward Cullen. (He isn't going to be hostile) He looked at me and smiled a crooked smile that made my heart stutter.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen, your Bella." He said no question in it. "H-how did you know my name?" I stutter. "I think everybody knows your name." He seemed confused, curious and I think I detected some frustration? "No, you called me Bella." "Do you rather Isabella?" Confusion completely covering his voice.

"No, that's not it, it's just I think Ch-my dad called me Isabella be hide my back, so everybody calls me that until I correct them." I responded. "Oh he dismissed it. We talked, about my family and why I moved here. It was weird nobody just straight out asked me that.

By the time I got home, cooked dinner, had dinner, watched a stupid sitcom with Charlie, showered, did my homework, called the gang, talked for a hour, did the laundry, and laid down in bed my two thoughts that surrounded my head were "What are the Cullens?" and "I'm defiantly going to find out, sooner or later." And I soon fell asleep after.

1,100 words exactly without A/N's. Review. I hope Bella isn't OOC.