Dear Whoeveryouare,

I really don't appreciate

I stopped writing. Did it really matter what this person thought of my arrival? Why was I so worked up about this? I thought back to the first part of the note.

I don't get what the big deal is.

They were exactly right. Everyone had been staring at me, and then there was Mike. But he wasn't the only one. A girl named Jessica had tried to become my best friend last period. But the anonymous writer of this note had just voiced (or written) what I had been thinking the whole day.

What was the big deal? Why did my arrival matter that much? Were they that bored with their own lives?

I hastily erased my partially-written response as best I could, and started over.

That's exactly what I was thinking. What is their problem? I'm just one person, and I'm definitely not famous. You're absolutely right!

I didn't know how the person would take that, but I hoped they would be mad for reading their note. They had no reason to be mad, though, because if they hadn't wanted anyone to read it, they wouldn't have left it in the desk. That was there fault, and, besides, they were talking about me. I had the right to respond.

I just hoped they understood that. Because I hadn't meant to offend. I was agreeing.

"Bella? Number thirteen, please." Mr. Hawk's loud voice shook me out of my worrying.

I glanced down at the textbook I had been reading behind, hoping it was the right page. I quickly did the problem in my head. Easy. I gave him the answer. He seemed satisfied, so I was sure he wouldn't bother me again.

The bell rang, and I got up stuffing the paper back into the book rack, where I had found it. They probably wouldn't even look at it again. My response was probably for not.

As soon as I got to the cafeteria for lunch, Jessica spotted me, as if waiting for me to arrive. Then again, she probably was. She waved at me frantically, holding out a chair that I guessed was meant for me. I wondered who she had to kick out to make a place for me.

I walked over to them slowly. Mike was sitting next to Jessica and was staring at me. Jessica glanced at him and made a face, though she hid it quickly, smiling back at me. Poor mike.

I sat down on the other side of Jessica –mike promptly leaned around her to look at me directly –and smiled timidly. Jessica was grinning from ear to ear, but it looked fake.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my seat with a, "Come on; let's go get something to eat!"

I let her pull me into the line, not saying anything. I tried to smile when she glanced back at me. She seemed satisfied.

I glanced around, wondering if people were still staring, and froze. They still were, but that's not what held my attention.

I was looking at the most beautiful people I had ever met. There were five of them –two girls and three boys. They all looked completely different, yet eerily similar. They were all ghostly pale, and they were all excruciatingly angelic. One of the boys was overly muscular –a serious weight lifter or body builder –with curly, dark hair, while another was leaner, still muscled, and Honey Blonde. The last boy was lankier with messy, reddish-brown hair. They all looked like they were college students, or even teachers here, not students.

The two girls were complete opposites –one tall, one short, one with long, flowing, golden hair. She had a figure you would find the cover of a swimsuit ad, only better. The short one had short, black hair, and looked more like a fairy than a human being.

They were all picking at the food on their trays as if not hungry, looking away –from me, themselves and everyone else –and not speaking.

"Who are they?" I hissed at Jessica. She rolled her eyes when I looked at her and pulled me up –the line had moved and I had just stood there ogling a table of students.

"The Cullens. I'm surprised you haven't heard of them yet. They just moved here two years ago, and they keep to themselves. Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted them."\we grabbed out trays and sat back down at our table. I was trying to understand why she sounded disgusted when she spoke of them. Was there something wrong with the Cullens?

"That was nice of Dr. Cullen to take them in." I murmured, still contemplating her tone.

Jessica made a noise in the back of her throat that clearly said she did not agree. "But they're all, like, together. Like, the big one, Emmett, and the blonde, Rosalie –they're a couple. And Jasper, the one that looks like he's in pain –is with the short girl, Alice. And they all live together. It's creepy." She sounded like she wished she were part of their family, instead of creeped out by their living arrangements.

I had to admit it was a little strange, but I wasn't going to judge when I didn't even know them. I glanced back at their table and was face to face with the redheaded boy. Our eyes met, and I couldn't have looked away if I tried. I was frozen, but I felt a blush start to creep into my cheeks. He looked like he was frustrated about something. Like he was looking for an answer to a question I didn't know, and was upset that I didn't have the answer. He looked away, and I turned back around.

Jessica was staring at me –that was new –with a raised eyebrow. I looked down, avoiding her questioning gaze.

"That was Edward," she said, "But don't even bother with him. Apparently none of the girls in this school are good enough for him." She sniffed dramatically. I tried really hard not to roll my eyes. I wondered when he had turned her down.

"I wasn't planning on it," I murmured truthfully. It was obvious that, even if I had found the courage to ask him out, he would not accept. I already understood that. Jessica snorted, not believing me, and turned back to the rest of the table. I glanced once more at the Cullens –they were all back to their original positions –and finished my lunch, not really hungry anymore.

I got up and threw my trash away before the bell rang. Jessica followed me. I had Biology II next, and she had English Lit. Unfortunately, Mike had Biology with me next, and he insisted on walking with me. I knew where the room, but it was a nice gesture, and I wasn't going to refuse. I was supposed to make friends, after all.

I walked briskly to Biology, Mike trailing behind quietly. I practically ran into the room, and Mike came in after me, taking his seat. I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Banner, and handed him my slip. He smiled kindly at me, signing the paper, and directed me to the only available seat in the back of the room, dead center.

I started for that table, noticing that there was already someone there. It was Edward Cullen. Our eyes met again and I stumbled, breaking contact. He was rigid in his seat, and I noticed that his eyes were black. Like coal.

I sat down next to him, and he leaned away from me. His stool was already as far from mine as he could make it without seeming suspicious, and I saw his hands gripping the table like a lifeline.

I looked away, moving my hair onto my shoulder to form a wall and hid behind it. He glared at me from the other side of the table, though I couldn't imagine why he was so angry with me. Could this have anything to do with the look at lunch? Did I smell bad or something? I sniffed my hair, but I smelled like my favorite shampoo –strawberries.

So what was his problem with me? I didn't even know him! Is it even possible for him to take such a dislike towards someone he didn't know? I didn't ask.

For the whole hour of class, I hid behind my hair, and Edward sent me death glares while leaning away from me. His hold on the table never loosened.

The bell finally rang, and Edward was the first to leave. He was up, out of his seat before I could even start picking up my books. He walked quickly out the room, and I was struck with awe as I watched him walk away. He was so graceful.

I sighed, picked up my book bag, and walked out of the room. I heard Mike following me, but I ignored him. I just wasn't in the mood.

My stomach dropped as I realized where I was going next. Gym. This would not be pretty. To make matter worse, Mike had it next also, so, once again, I was escorted to my class. He chatted eagerly at me the whole way there about Edward. I didn't say anything. He thought it was weird, the way he had treated me, but again, I didn't say anything.

Gym passed in a blur of ducking and apologizing, but I ran out of there as fast as I could, not looking back. When I got outside, I speed-walked the rest of the way to my truck, ignoring the stares I had gotten, and the sound of Mike calling after me. I just got into the safety of my truck and drove home.

I passed a silver Volvo on my way out the parking lot. It was Edward's. I chanced a glance out of my peripheral vision. He was still glaring.