Cerry: Here is the first chapter. Please read and review.

Onora's POV

I watched the rain fall down as I looked through the car window I frowned. I missed the weather of Quinn, a small town in Clár. There was rain and lots of it, but, at least it was warmer there. I sighed as I remembered the rare clear night we had a few weeks ago. There had not been a clear night since the night I made that wish. I stole a glance at the clothes that He had picked out for me. I was wearing a thigh length white skirt with blue tights. I also had a blouse with three quarter length sleeves the same color as the leggings and white boots. He said it made my blue eyes pop. Of course I did not have any choice in my wardrobe. I didn't have a choice in anything anymore. My bright red curls were tamed back with some pins and hung about halfway down my back. He said I had to look my best so his law firm in Port Angeles wouldn't think he was unsophisticated. Ha! If only they knew what He really did, then they wouldn't think he was sophisticated.

"Something wrong Miss Wales?" I looked up into the rearview mirror and saw the my driver, Christopher Jennings, concern filling his eyes. Yes, I know. I am 16 and I still have someone drive me to school. My stepfather won't even let me get my driver's license. He says it is because the road is too dangerous and He doesn't want to have the chance of losing me. I think it is because I will have a way to finally get out of here.

"Just thinking about the first day of the school," I lied. I had gotten pretty good at lying in the past few years, and all my lies rolled off the tongue. "I can't wait to start my music classes this year." I smiled my perfected fake smile. "I just want to begin performing again." Well, that wasn't a lie. I loved to perform and couldn't wait to get back on stage. My papa always said that I was meant to be on stage. I loved to sing and dance. I even did a little acting; so when the music teacher and the English teachers got together to produce a musical, I was one of the first to audition. I was a little upset that the school didn't have a dance or drama program, but He let me attend dance lessons at a school in Port Angeles. As for acting, I was forced to act everyday of my life.

My driver smiled, "And I can not wait to see you perform." The car began to slow down, "We are here Miss Wales." The car stopped in front of the school and I waited for him to open my door. I grabbed his hand and he helped me step out of the car. I could already feel eyes on me as I grabbed my stuff and the umbrella from him, and began to walk towards the school. This was another thing I hate about Forks. Back home, I was loved and had a ton of friends. Here, I was ignored by almost everybody. I felt so alone here. He wouldn't even let me talk to my friends from home. My two best friends, Aideen and Keara probably thought I was a snob too. I could feel the tears pool in my eyes, so I stopped so I could get control of my emotions. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. Then I pulled out my schedule and looked it over:

1st Period- English 3

2nd Period- Algebra 2

3rd Period- Gym

4th Period- American History

Lunch

5th Period- Music

6th Period- Biology

I groaned. I was really bad at math and science so I hated it. I tried to get a tutor, but no one would help me. The only good class that I had this year was Music which I had replaced a foreign language with. I went to a gaelscoil school in Ireland where Irish was the primary language in the lessons. Since I could already speak another language, the school let me skip over the foreign language requirement. Well, one good thing, I only had two years left with Him and then I could leave. If I could stand another two years…

"Okay, room 208," I said to myself as I walked down the hall. Suddenly, I tripped and began to fall, but before I hit the ground I was caught by cold hard arms and looking up into gold eyes.

"Are you okay?" the eyes asked in a musical voice and I could feel my face heating up. After a few more seconds I was finally pulled into a standing position and I was able to get a good look at the owner of the golden eyes. He had bronze hair that framed a strong face and stood out against his pale skin. My heart sped up and drummed loudly in my ears as I took in his good looks. I didn't recognize him, but I knew that the town had been brimming with gossip about a new doctor and his family. I guess this guy was his son. "Are you okay?" he repeated, this time with a little more alarm.

I nodded frantically when I realized I was staring rudely at him, "Thank you for catching me." I heard snickering and realized we had an audience. There were four other people standing behind him; two boys and two girls. The all had the same gold eyes and pale skin, but they still looked different. One girl had short spiky hair and was shorter than me. I was only 5'1"! The other girl had the beauty of a goddess with her flowing locks of blonde hair and a figure with just the right curves in all the right places. She glared at me as if I was a bug that had crawled across the floor. Great! Another person to make me feel like crap. One of the males looked a little like her with honey blond hair and well toned muscles. He looked to be confused, in pain, and angry all at the same time. My heart stopped, literally stopped, when my gaze landed on the last and biggest guy in the group. It was Him! He had the same brown curly hair and large muscles as my stepfather. They even had the same nose! The only difference was that my stepfather clearly showed the signs of being forty while this guy looked to be in his early twenties. I'm not even safe at school anymore.

My breath came in short gasps as I began to hyperventilate. Then I fainted and was out before I hit the floor.

My eyes opened to a bright light right above my head. I quickly closed my eyes so they could adjust. I heard voices, but couldn't really make out what was being said. My eyes finally adjusted to the lights and I was able to look at my surroundings. The white walls and distinct smell of rubbing alcohol made it clear I was in the clinic. I tried to sit up but wave of nausea hit me and I slumped back down. I stifled a groan and waited for the feeling to pass.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," said the same musical voice from earlier.

Nausea forgotten, I sat up and looked him in the eye for the second time that day. Before I could a word out, the nurse came bustling over.

"I was just about to call your stepfather," she said as she felt my forehead for a fever, but I jumped up out of her reach. I really didn't want Him to come and pick me up early. That would mean more time for him… I stopped the thought. School was the only time I could get away from Him and I certainly didn't want him polluting my thoughts.

"You don't need to call him," I said. "I will be okay." Even as I said that, I felt my hands shake and the nauseous feeling returned. "It must have been because I skipped breakfast this morning." Actually I threw it up after my mother called me fat. When I saw the nurse's worried look, I tried to reassure her. "I'll eat a big lunch, I promise."

"Fine, but if you feel worse, come straight to me," she demanded and smiled. "I will get you both a note." She walked away into her office.

I looked back at the guy who, I guess, brought me here. "I guess I have you to thank for helping me again. So thank you." He turned to me and I couldn't really read his emotions.

"It was not a problem," Even his voice was void of emotion.

I guess I just do that to some people. To avoid talking to him, I began to look around for my bag when I found it pushed into my hands. I murmured another "Thank you" and hefted it onto my back. Finally the nurse came back and handed us both notes since we were late for first period. I fainted and it couldn't even last past second period. Damn, I am going to have to be tortured through math. I thought I heard a chuckle so I turned and saw that he had finally smiled.

"So I finally get a smile out of you and I can't figure out why," I commented as we left the clinic. "My name is Onora Wales, by the way."

"Edward Cullen," he replied. "My siblings and I moved here with our foster parents. My father is the new doctor, Dr. Carlisle Cullen."

Foster parents? Was he an orphan just like me? Instead of voicing my thoughts, I said,"Yes, he has been the topic of town gossip for weeks now." I stopped when I finally came across room 208. "Here's my class. I guess I'll see you around." I put my hand on the door knob, "And thanks again." When I twisted to face him, he was already halfway down the hall. I knew it, I do make people void of any emotion. I took a deep breath and walked into my class.

Cerry: I hope you enjoyed it! More to come.