A/N: Here you go, chapter 2! I'm so happy you liked the story:) I just realized I have to re-write all my chapters a little, I made some changes in the first and this chapters that were more major than I thought. Smart as usual!

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling and SM owns it all.

Lucky thing Harry and Ron bought me a nice car, I thought as I looked out the window. It was raining. No not raining, it was pouring. I poured some cereal in a bowl, even if I knew I wouldn't get much of it down. I woke up early, and not wanting to risk sleep over, I got up. I didn't want to be late the first day in muggle High School. Instead, I was way too early. When my cereal was too mushy to eat, I decided to read some of the books I bought at the airport in Seattle. I picked one of the classics, Wuthering Heights. There was just something about the book that I loved...I couldn't put my finger on it. While I read I peaked at the clock every now and then, anxious that it would be time to drive to school. It had been real hard the get the drivers license back in the U.K, during the lessons I had to stop myself several times from blowing the damn car up with my wand. If I paid attention to the road sign, I forgot the blinkers. I shook my head. Not a good thing to come to school irritated by something irrelevant. Well, at the time it was very relevant but now, I was Isabella Swan. Bella Swan, I corrected myself. I was Bella Swan. Not Hermione Granger. I wasn't the young witch who were one of Harry Potters best friends, not the one who helped defeating Lord Voldemort. I was Bella Swan, the insignificant British girl who moved to her dad in Forks. I peaked at the clock. Finally, it wasn't not too early to go to school! The rain had calmed down a little but I still rushed over to my car, not wanting to get wet. The car Harry and Ron had bought for me was a silver Volvo. I liked it-really much. I hoped it wouldn't stand out in any way. Too shabby, or too shiny. It was really shiny because it was brand new, though. I started to drive, hoping that I would remember the way. Harry, Ron and me had looked up maps over the hole place, deciding the best way to school, the supermarket and the fastest way to Port Angeles. For example. Soon, I spotted Forks High School. To my great relief, there already were a few cars parked on lot, which meant I knew where I could park my car. But to my concern, all the cars were rather old. My new, shiny Volvo would stand out. I parked it, got out and headed towards the school. The first building was closest, and I saw a woman sitting behind a desk. A sign over it read 'Front Office'. I felt relived that I found it instantly. The woman looked questioningly on me.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan." I explained. Apparently, I didn't have to anything more. She obviously knew exactly who I was. Correction, I she thought I was.

"Of course." she said, a warm smile brighten up her face. She gave me a slip to have each teacher to sign and then return it at the end of the day. Then she handed me my schedule and a map, and wished me a good stay in Forks. I smiled back as best as I could to her. Then I started going to my first class at Forks High School. The rain hadn't stopped, so I kept my head down to avoid getting water in my face. It worked perfectly fine for a while. Then, to my embarrassment, I bumped in to someone. That someone's books flew right to the ground, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..." I said, bending down to pick the books up.

"Excuse me, are you a new student?"

I looked up at a blonde boy. He looked at me with wide eyes, like he hadn't seen another human being in weeks.

"Uhm...yeah. All brand new."

The blonde eyebrows rose even more.

"Are you British?"

"Yes, I've lived my whole life there...Until now, of course."

He looked at me again with amazement in his eyes. I felt very uncomfortable.

"That's just so awesome..."

We stood in silence for a short while. I decided to break the ice first.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I catched your name...?"

"Oh, it's Mike. Mike Newton. And you?"

"Pleasure to meet Mike, I'm Bella Swan."

He looked at me with suspicion.

"Really? Just Bella?"

I looked down on my feet. No, it's Hermione I thought. But I didn't say that of course.

"No, it's really Isabella but I prefer just Bella."

"Okay, Bella it is. What's your first class?"

I looked at my scheme. I thought it looked very empty, even if I knew that was a normal scheme for a teenager in High School. My schemes at Hogwarts were full to the explode-limit, sometimes the scheme itself even complained about her full days.

"Uhm...Physics."

Mike Newton shined up in a big smile.

"Mine too! How cool isn't that! Well, what do think about Forks so far?"

I didn't think that it was especially cool that they had the same class. The High School was really small compared to Hogwarts.

"To be honest...Quite boring so far. But I came here yesterday, though."

Mike laughed.

"I understand you, it's almost never sunny here. I don't mind the rain, but it's always so gray, don't you think Bella?" I nodded and Mike continued speaking. We went inside the building, and everybody stared at me. Really, everybody. Mike kept talking,
totally unaware of all the eyes staring at us. A boy met up with us.

"Hey, Mike, my man! What's up?", the boy said, directing the question to me even if he said Mike's name.

"Eric, this is Isabella, ups sorry, I mean Bella. Bella, this is Eric."

Eric and I shook hands. Mike continued his presentation of me.

"Bella is British, and just moved here yesterday!"

Eric looked at me in surprise. I blushed. They seemed to think it was hilarious.

"Really? Wow, that's so cool! What's it like"

"England? It's uhm...sunny."

Eric and Mike laughed before walking in to the class with her. The boys walked straight to their seats, and I don't know where to go. I felt the panic build in my stomach. I remembered that my slip had to be signed by each teacher, so I went so the teacher's desk. The man was rather short, but he had a friendly face.

"Isabella Swan?"

He looked like he already knew when he asked.

"Yes, it's me. Er...Just Bella."

"Just Bella, okay. You can take the seat next to Jessica, over there."

He pointed sloppy at a direction, and a smiling girl waved at me. I walked over and sat down.

"Hi, I'm Jessica! You're Bella, right? Awesome. I heard that you're from England, that's so cool! Everybody here maybe is a little over-exited over you now, but we rarely have new students and especially not from England! I guess it'll pass, but I wanna get to know you. Which shampoo do you use? Your hair smells sooo good." Jessica said and sniffed in my hair. I wondered if this girl, Jessica, ever would stop talking. And how did she found out so much about me? I seriously just got here.

"Something pink...It smells like strawberry. Or it's suppose to do, anyway."

"OMG, I totally love your accent Bella! It's just so cute!"

I gave Jessica a small, faked smile. Jessica seemed to be a really, really annoying person. But easy to get to talk. The class went on, and when it was lunch time Eric, Jessica and Mike insisted I would sit with them. I gladly accepted. It wasn't like I knew someone else at the school.

"Bella, have you met Angela?"

"Hi, Angela. I'm Bella."

"Nice to see you, Bella! The whole school has been talking about you all morning!"

I frowned a little at that information.

"Oh, don't worry. Nobody have said anything mean."

"That's comforting!"

"I heard that you're from England, is it true?"

"Yes...Lived there whole my life. I just moved over here yesterday."

"Cool..."

Mike Newton's fascination over me was very around the table could imagine what images took place in Mike's head. At this point, I bet he was about to take my bra off. God, it was disgusting to see him look at me like that. I didn't know him at all.

"Mike? Are you alright?" I asked, dragging him out of his little fantasies.

He shook his head and asked Jessica about her Spanish quiz. She was exited to get his attention, and started babbling right away.

"Hey Bella, do you have gym now?" Eric asked. It took me an embarrassing second to understand he was talking to me. I wasn't used to be called Bella yet. I checked my schedule.

"Yeah, why?"

He shrugged. Mike jumped in in the conversation, maybe a little more happy than he should have been.

"I have gym too, Bella! I can show you the way!"

I smiled back as approving as I could. Of course, I felt flattered of Mike's appreciation, but still. It felt uncomfortable and...Strange. I had never been really close to a boy before, and I doubted Mike was a proper choice. What would a normal teenage-girl do? She would definitely go for it. Life's short, why waste it? Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Mike. He was nice guy, after all. Kind and caring. Maybe too much caring though.

"We should if don't want to be late for gym."

I nodded agreeably, and rose from my chair. We walked out of the cafeteria, and again, everybody stared at us. And again, Mike didn't notice at all. He kept on talking, and I caught myself being so unobservant I haven't even noticed Mike talking until now.

"Bella? Bella, did you hear what I said?"

Mike waved his hand in front of face. I looked at him questioningly.

"What? I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"Do you like...uhm..."

He stuttered. That was annoying, the thing he was about to ask seemed rather important. I gave him a 'continue'-look.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I almost burst out into laughter. Was it just that?

"No, I haven't." I replied, amused.

Mike breathed out in relief, and looked very pleased with my answer.

"Good."

"Good?"

It was fun giving him a hard time.

"You know...It's good you single."

This almost too mean. He tried to explain even more.

"Well...You know...Uhm...

Will you go out with me?"

I looked up at him. His blue eyes were wide open with worry and nervousness. My first thought was 'No way in hell' but...I'm supposed to act like a normal muggle teenage-girl.

"Yeah, why not?"

He didn't say anything for a few seconds. He seemed to take in my answer. When he recovered he spoke again.

"Why not...When can I pick you up? Seven?"

I was just about to say yes when I remembered Professor McGonagall.

"I'm busy today, but tomorrow?"

"Yeah, fine, tomorrow's good. Great!"

He looked happy. He smile almost made me feel better, and I giggled.

"I guess we should go to gym now."

Mike nodded and we went inside. The gym was...Well, let's say I never ever want to play badminton again. After hitting three persons heads with the ball, and dropping the racket about four times, I gave up. I never really were the Quidditch girl, or any sports in general actually, but that was just humiliating. Seriously, people laughed at me. Or with me I hoped, because I laughed every time to make it look like I didn't care. When I crossed the parking lot to get my car, I couldn't spot it. I looked around in every direction, only seeing a bunch of students standing around something. I realized that the 'something' the students were surrounding, was my Volvo. I walked over to the bunch of teenagers as fast as I could without neither running nor tripping. I'd gotten so clumsy the past days.

"Ah...Excuse me?"

Three heads turned at my direction, turned back to my car, and then back again. It was like a typical move you only saw in a movie.

"Isabella Swan? Is this your car?"

The whole little crowd's head's turned to me now. I backed a small step.

"It's Bella, and yes it's my car. So?"

The guy closest to me laughed a short laugh before explaining.

"You've got the exact same car as Cullen!"

That didn't explain anything to me. I know I looked a living question-mark, but I couldn't help it. Some one who stood by the front of the car saved me.

"Hey guys, she's knew, she don't know who the Cullen's are."

The guy closest to me talked again.

"Right, I forgot. Are you rich?"

I blushed. Stupid boy. Stupid question. Me, Harry and Ron made very much money the year after the war. We did lots of interviews and wrote books about the War together. They sold like crazy, and we made more money that any of us had ever seen in
our lives.

"Define rich."

Avoid answering question- check. I started to feel like a politician.

"Afford buying this car?"

Were this guy retarded or what?

"Obviously?" I replied, and everyone laughed. The guy who asked turned red. I peaked at my watch and my eyes widened with horror. It was half past three. I needed to get home directly.

"Can you please go stare at something else, I'm kind of in a hurry."

Everybody took a step back, and some of boys started to whisper, not very discreet.

"Hey babe, if you need some company in the car just call me."

I rolled my eyes as I opened the door and climbed in the car.

"Yeah, yeah, sure..."

Wanker.

I drove home as quickly as I could. I got home just in time to take a sandwich before professor McGonagall arrived. I'd just finished my sandwich when McGonagall arrived. This time, she didn't appear in the driveway, but in the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Granger!"

I flinched hard.

"Oh god, you almost scared me to death McGonagall!"

Minerva didn't look all apologetic about it.

"Well, since you're still here, breathing and all right, I think we should start immediately!"

I nodded.

"Let's go to my room. Just in case Charlie comes home."

We went up the stairs and got ready. I was really nervous. Would it hurt? Would it feel bad? Would I feel anything at all?

"Now, I'm going to say a long charm, and you have to repeat every sentence after me perfectly. Ready?" I nodded again. "Good. Let us begin. Take out your wand, please."

I pulled out my wand of my pocket. Even though I never used at school, I never felt safe without it, I always carried it with me. She held out her wand, and I did the same. The wands were quite close, but not touching though. McGonagall started to speak very long and complicated charms, but I repeated, very careful to pronounce every syllabic correct. I felt more and more tired for every letter I spoke, and then suddenly I fell too the floor, darkness taking over me.

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