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KeenFox here! I was thinking, do you guys have any ideas for this FanFiction? Gives me some ideas and I might just use them, I can't promise though~

~~~~~~Chapter Two~~~~~~

"I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great of a burden to bear." Marther Luther King, Jr.

I gobbled down breakfast, munching on my cereal and slurping down the now flavored milk. It ran down my throat smoothly and gasped happily when I was done.

"Good Milk?" Derek chuckled, eyeing his sister as he washed the dishes he used this morning to eat.

Slight frost bit at the windows in little flakes, forming a design in my mind. A smile played on my lips and my eyes turned to crescent moons as I smiled bigger.

"Yup!" Chirped, my eyes glistening with happiness. I beyond delighted to have a new school school to go to and have a fresh start. I just wonder if this fresh start will be good..?

"Okay! Get going. You only have ten minutes to get to school." Derek snapped his fingers with a smile. I moaned as I saw I wouldn't be able to finish my cereal. Huffing, I sat up and grabbed my bag from the back of the kitchen chair.

"See ya loser!" I snorted and darted out the house before my brother could catch me. I heard his roar of laughter as I ran out the door and slammed it shut.

My car was a sleek convertible, the color redder than the blood moon. I honestly loved cars.. but, my car was the best of ALL the other cars in the world. I simply can't even imagine my car being ugly.. because it's so beautiful.

Jumping in the front seat, I turned on the ignition. The car roared to life and hummed smoothly as the engine buzzed. I sighed and gripped the steering wheel.

What if school is bad? What will happen? Will I make a fool out of myself? What if no one wants to be my friend? What if people think I'm weird?

Millions of thoughts tumbled in my brain, bouncing off the walls of my skull and coming at me one again. I felt my anxiety slowly seep up, turning level 1 to 2 and then 3.

I groaned and shook my head, dismissing all the bad thoughts. I could feel my anxiety slowly float back down to level 0. I was proud of myself for that.

Pulling the car out of the driveway, I make my way to school. The music on the radio wasn't any good, so I sang loudly to myself. One thing I was good at I suppose, making a fool out of myself to other drivers that see me.

Seeing the big bold letters saying Forks highschool I slide into the parking lot and find me a good place to park not far away from the school.

I sighed and about opening my door, that's when I saw it. Everyone was staring at my car. I could swear you could hear a pen drop. Unfortunately, this caused more anxiety.

I rubbed my hands on my jeans and calmed myself down by deep breaths. Deep breaths might seem cliche but they work better than the counting system. I unlatched my car door and pushed it open, stepping out into the cool breeze.

I shut my door, locked the car, and quickly sped walked into the building. All eyes were on me the whole entire time. I felt like a prize people win in those claw machines that everyone watch for.

I don't know if these stares are good or bad.. but I definitely don't like them.

Making my way to the receptionist at the office in the front desk, I find a chubby woman with curly red hair twisted into a bun. Upon seeing me she smiled brightly, sending me a sliver of warmth.

"Hello, How May I help you?" The woman asked in a polite and kind voice. I smile back, hoping my worries wouldn't peek through, and said, "I'm Katie Erone. I'm here for my schedule."

The woman smiled even more brightly (if that's even possible) and grinned ear to ear. She quickly pulled out a drawer and flipped through the pages of work until she found the right one. Pulling out the sheet, she handed it to me.

"Have a good year here! And don't be nervous. I'm pretty sure a beautiful girl like you will be alright." The receptionist chirped before I walked out the door. I smiled at her and nodded.

Once I made it out of the office, I looked down at my paper. It was my schedule, all right, let's have a look..

Katie Erone's Schedule:

1. BIO (Biology) Mr. Brown

2. Art (Art) Mrs. Haggins

3. Lunch (Lunch)

4. Math (Mathematics) Ms. Loe

5. English (Language Arts) Mr. Terry

6. SS (Social Studies) Mr. Hew

Upon seeing my schedule, I didn't see the boy before me that poked my shoulder. I snapped out of my reading and thinking zone and whipped my head up.

Before me was a Asian boy, a smile plastered upon his face. "Hello, you're Katie Erone! I'm Eric. It's nice to meet you!" This 'Eric' guy grinned before pushing my shoulder and walked beside me as he leased me on in the halls.

"You're all over the front page baby!" Eric laughed. That made my blood freeze, but I said nothing as Eric gave me a smile and rambled on. "What class do you have next?" He questioned.

Is it fair that I didn't want to tell him? If I had to be honest, this boy simply isn't my style of a friend. He's to loud and obnoxious. He rambles to fast and leaves me particularly confused. He wasn't my cup of tea is what the British would say.. and I agree with the British 100 percent.

"Uh.. BIO?" I squeaked as Eric stared at me with his chocolate brown eyes. I really didn't like him. He had that aura of 'be my friend or else'.

"Aw- I don't have that. So I guess I'll see you at lunch?" He asked with a smile playing on his lips. I just nodded, happy that he didn't ask me what my second period was.

The bell buzzed throughout the school, sending students to propel to class or just simply walk. Eric was gone before I could say bye. I shook my head and sighed, walking to what I thought was biology.

Upon going in the room, no one stared at me. Everyone kept talking to their friends, which I was glad for. Mr. Brown as it says on the paper smiled at me walked forward. "You're Katie right? I'm Mr. Brown. Do you think you could introduce yourself." He asked.

My body froze then and there. My feet were planted in that spot as he got everyone's attention. Everyone now stared at me.. which I loathed beyond belief.

"My name is Katie Erone. I live with my brother. I come from LA." I said. Mr. Brown chuckled as my face bloomed a shy pink as some boy wolf whistled.

"Go sit down in the very back." Mr. Brown stated. Relieved, I hustled to my seat and sat down.

I say next to no one as the class went on. I knew all the things he was already teaching so I stared out the window. My next class, which was art, wasn't fun. We didn't even do art, we mostly just talked, so I ended by myself just staring at the floor.

I knew I looked like a idiot.

Now, it was time for lunch. The thing I've been dreading all day.

Oh please let some good happen.