Hi.

So, I decided that that chapter was way too short for you guys to be able to judge anything on, so I've decided to publish the next chapter- give you a better idea of how it's going to be. But don't expect it to be long, or anything. I'm renound to always write really short chapters. I don't know why, but I want them to be longer.

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Deany-Bob101

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Chapter 2: Wow

I wasn't a popular girl- not by any means. In fact, at my old school in Phoenix, people used to avoid me, call me names behind my back, make fun of my name, and make up mean rumours about me. Yeah, I was, by no means going to win homecoming queen any time soon.

That's why I was looking forward to moving to Forks, to gain more opportunities for making friends.

My parents, Renee and Charlie, had been together since they were both fifteen, gotten married at the age of nineteen, and had me in the same year.

Now, at the ages of thirty four, they were ready to finally move out of hot, sunny Arizona and start anew.

I don't know why I was hesitant to move- other than the fact that I had a few childhood memories here, there really wasn't any roots to tie me down. At the age of fifteen, I had done nothing with my life. I knew that I had many years still to live, and do what I wanted with life, but still.

Yeah, I was a boring person and has –I quote- "Less personality than a dead tree". Yep. People in Arizona were nice.

So we moved to Forks, in Washington. A small little town with nothing there and a bunch of people who knew each other all from birth.

I knew that there was only a tiny chance I'd make more friends at the new school- "Forks High", it was called. If everyone had known each other from birth, it would be harder to settle in.

Nevertheless, I was determined to try. I had on my game face, listening to my favourite band- the Killers- for support, as my mum drove my fifteen year old gangly self into the wide span of dull concrete parking lot at the entrance of Forks High.

She pulled into a parking spot, our old rusted Chevy clashing against the shiny new BMW with a flawless paint job and a just-as-shiny silver Volvo. Even the cars were making me feel out of place.

Mum turned to me as she stopped the car.

"Ok, sweetie. You've got your school bag, right?" She asked, nodding as I held up my old worn bag I carted my books around in.

"You've got your lunch money?" Another nod.

"Alright, then. How about your phone?" I held it up.

"Ok, good. Just call me and I'll pick you up. Give me one last hug, and I'll let you leave. You don't want to be late for your first day as a tenth grader, do you?" She said cheerfully, pulling me into her arms with force.

"I love you, honey. Now go make friends. Have a good time!" She called as I got out the car, rolling my eyes at her over-protectiveness.

It figures. Any other day and she'd be completely unorganised, but on my first day at a new school, she was almost as excited as me.

I made my way over the front desk at reception, signing myself in, and picking up a map from the desk, as there was no one there yet to welcome me.

I studied the map as I walked slowly around, bag slung haphazardly over one shoulder, feet tripping over each other with the clumsiness that I'd inherited from my parents, trying to dodge random people that pushed past me to their friends, or to their classes. I didn't know. I didn't know anyone.

Looking up from my map for a second, I directed myself over to the nearest bench, where I could sit and read my map without the dangers or the risk of being knocked over.

Right. So I had to head straight into the building with the blue double doors, straight along the corridor, until I reached the stairs, then I would have to turn up the stairs, turn left, then it was the third door on the right.

That wasn't too hard. My school in Phoenix was many times bigger than this.

I stumbled and wove my way in and out of people, trying to stop myself from colliding with them, and battling my way through the crowd to my homeroom.

I reached the daunting gray door with the letter "E" and the number "6" on the front, pushing it open slowly, and ready to meet some people who may or may not become my friends.

Only one way to find out, I thought, shrugging to myself.

I pushed the door open, and was met with the sight of around twenty or so people.

Out of habit, I immediately began to survey their faces. I had always been taught to not judge a book by its cover, but I just… it was a habit.

I looked everyone in the face, blushing the colour of a tomato when they caught me looking at them, and I walked through the door, preparing myself to meet the old lady with sharp looking teeth and gray frizzed hair who I assumed was my class teacher.

"Hello. I'm Bella. The new student here?" I said, but it ended up sounding like a question.

Snap out of it, Bella. You need to make a good impression here, if you want friends here, I scolded myself.

It appears that I'd caught everyone-who-hadn't-seen-me-walk-in's attention. I felt their gaze on me, appraising me, as I had to them.

I nervously scuffed my feet on the floor, and looked down, hiding behind my hair that fell from over my shoulders to cover my face, and give me a layer of protection from their gazes.

So much for making a good impression. I probably looked like some complete idiot who couldn't even look people in the eye without turning the colour of a beetroot.

"Ah. We've been expecting you Miss… Swan, is it?" The lady asked, looking down at a sheet of paper on her desk.

"Um…y-yeah" I stuttered, then raised my eyes to look for a free spot in the classroom away from anyone else.

NO. Do you want to make any friends or not? 'Cause if you keep on this way, you're going to end up like some wacked-up loony, talking only to the people in her head. Are you going to be a social pariah or not?

Right. I wanted friends. Maybe not at the back then. Perhaps sort of… to the side, where it was difficult for people to look at me?

Bella… Warned the voice in my head. Gees, that voice was creepy. And bossy.

Just do it. The voice ordered.

I looked up fully this time, knowing that people were openly staring at me and wondering about the new girl's strange behaviour.

There was a seat open next to a girl, near the centre of the room. Not as discreet as I would've liked, but I needed to come off as more confident… talk to more people. Talk at all.

The girl was slumped in her chair, watching me walk over to her, while she did her nails with a pink diamante'd nail file.

Her hair was short, like really short, cut up around her ears and styled into a series of short, black points all around her head and around her face. I wouldn't ever go for such a bold hairstyle like that, but it suited her.

Her face was very pretty, with full lips turned up in a bit of a welcoming smile- I supposed, a cute button nose, and sparkling blue eyes framed with thick black eyelashes that brushed her cheekbones when she looked down.

She could've easily been a model if she had wanted to. Very pretty, and from the looks of it, also very skinny. But not tall. At all.

I sat down in the chair next to her, perching on it like I was ready to take off at any second, and put my heavy book bag down lightly next to me.

She turned to me immediately, tucking her nail file inside the smart jacket with rolled up sleeves that she was wearing.

She stuck out a perfectly manicured hand out to me, smiling at me brightly, with a mischievous but friendly look on her face, and a glint in her eye.

"I'm Alice" She introduced, in a light toned voice that sounded like she should be in the choir or something.

I took her hand hesitantly, and shook it gently with my own, before my hand away and wiping it on the leg of my jeans, trying to get the sweat away.

"Bella" I said shyly.

"Stop it, Alice. You're freaking the girl out. She's been here, what? Five minutes and already she's getting freaked out" came a voice from behind me.

I turned slightly to my right, to see an absolutely stunning blonde girl with a figure to die for rolling her eyes at Alice.

"I'm Rosalie by the way. But people call me Rose. NOT Rosie." She said.

Okay. So… was I at a high school for would-be-models or something? Err… just… maybe not the teacher.

"Hi. I'm Bella" I said, with a bit more confidence this time.

These girls seemed nice. I bit intimidating- especially with their looks, but still, nice enough.

"Hey, Bella?" Asked Alice.

"Yeah?"

"Would you… I mean, there's a space at our lunch table, and I think… I mean, I'd like you to sit with us. If that's okay." She hurried out, her words tripping over each other.

Wow. I mean, wow. I had an invitation to lunch, already? Wow. I must have made an alright impression, then. I'd barely even spoken two words to them, and already I felt like their friend.

"Sure" I agreed. I found myself wanting to know more about them. Their favourite colours, what they liked, what they didn't like, whether they had many friends, or none at all outside each other.

Hey, you can't blame me. They're pretty much my first friends.

I found myself dragged along with them since the first period in the homeroom. They talked about themselves for a bit, but asked me enough questions so that I didn't feel left out, but not enough that I felt alienated.

They were actually nice people, and I felt that this school would be good for me. Better than the old one.

It was soon lunch time.

Alice and Rose had warned me about the food in the cafeteria. Apparently, it was revolting.

It was steak casserole today, and if the smell was anything to go by, they were right.

We lined up together in the queue, holding our noses subtly as we were given a slop of casserole on our plates. It was brown colour, and lumpy, with what looked to be a potato, but I couldn't be sure.

I followed Alice over to a table where two brunettes and a bleach blonde girl were sitting as Rose got her salad.

"Ohhhh!" Squealed one of the brunette girls with quite obvious mascara coating her eyelashes.

"I'm Jessica" She introduced herself, beaming at me, and holding a hand out.

I wasn't too sure about Jessica. I mean, she looked nice enough, but she was a bit… fake.

"Bella".

"This is Angela" Rose introduced as she sat down, gesturing over to the other brunette with thick glasses.

"And this is Lauren" She pointed at the blonde, who looked at me kind of suspiciously.

"So, Bella." Crooned Jessica at me. "Where're you from?"

And the round of questions began, them launching question after question at me, while I stuttered a reply back, occasionally saved by Rose or Alice, who tried to make me feel more comfortable. I noticed that Angela also hadn't said anything, and for that, I was entirely grateful to her.

After about half an hour of incessant firing of questions at me around a lunch table, I was mercifully saved by the sound of a bell ringing the start of my next lesson.

By the end of the day, I found that I had two friends, who were quickly becoming very close to me. Abnormally so. I suspected that it wasn't often you met people and became best friends with them the very same day. But that's what I had done with both Alice and Rose.

The other girls were also my friends… in a way. Angela more than the other two. She didn't keep trying to make me talk to her, and it was a relieving silence. Occasionally they were in my classes, and I had to keep ignoring them or pretending I didn't hear them to do my work.

I lugged my bad outside, waiting by the entrance for my mum to come and pick me up. Soon enough, her car pulled up, and I was hugged goodbye by Alice, and nodded goodbye at by Rose.

I waved as I got in the car and pulled the door closed behind me, waving at them as they walked together and got into the same red BMW that I had seen earlier this morning.

"Bella!" My mum exclaimed, hugging me.

"How was your first day? Were they nice? Did you make friends? Who were those girls you were with? And what… who is that?" My mum stopped, and paused to look at some guy who was getting into the shiny Volvo I had seen earlier.

I looked over at him, and could've sworn that my heart stopped beating for a second. Either that, or sped up.

He was perfect.

His hair was in a sort of… messed up style, a reddish brown colour that made me want to touch it. His eyes… I was too far away to see his eyes, but I knew that they would be perfect. His lips were a perfect raspberry pink colour, and were curved into a sort of half-smirk, half-crooked smile thing. Perfect.

His body was covered in dark jeans that were slightly baggy, but hung on him in a very good way, and a smart shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, exposing a bit of his chest.

Wow. I had never felt this way about a boy before. I mean, I'd had little crushes, but never as much as this boy affected me. I actually wanted to be his girlfriend, and I didn't ever think I'd say that word, let alone be someone's girlfriend.

"Wow, Bells. You've got some fine men at your school!" My mum joked, digging me in the ribs with her elbow and winking, causing me to blush.

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just go home, now?" I asked, wanting to get home as soon as possible and write every detail of today in a little journal that my grandma had given me as a leaving present.

Most of all, I wanted to write about him.

Suddenly, I couldn't wait for school tomorrow. I wanted to find out his name.

There you are, my ladies and fellas.

Please review if you want me to keep going. I'll probably take ages with the next one, 'cause I want to get at least one project finished before I fully start another one.

Thanks for reading.

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101