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Chapter One: First Sight


It was my step mother who'd ended up losing the coin toss meaning that I had to spend an entire three hours with her in her Prius as she drove me up to the airport.

It was seventy-five degrees on my last day in Phoenix, the sky was bright blue without a cloud marring it, and I was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of leaving that place behind me.

In the Olympic Peninsula of Northwest Washing State, a tiny town named Forks exists under a near constant cover of clouds. According to the quick Google search I'd done before hand, it rains on this town a hell of a lot more than any other place in America.

"Luna," Stacey sneered from her place beside me, breaking the tense silence which consumed the car for the past couple of hours. "I'm so glad that ya decided to fuck off and live with your mom."

So am I.

I just nodded in response before turning my attention back to the window, watching as other cars zipped past in quick flashes of colour.

"I think ya dad's gonna miss ya though." She moved her hand from the gear stick for a moment to rest it on my knee, her fingers creeping through the hole in my jeans so she could dig her nails into my skin. "You'll come back to visit, right?"

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, shrugging, as her hand steadily crept higher up my leg.

I froze for a second, my heart pounding ten to the dozen in my chest.

Not again.

"What's wrong Sweetie?" she asked, a sadistic smirk on her face. "You're looking awful pale all of a sudden. Want me to take you home?"

I shook my head, my eyes clamped shut to stop my tears from falling, sighing in relief when I felt her pull away.

A few minutes later, we were at the airport.

"Well? What're ya waiting for? Get out! I've got a nail appointment at four!" Stacey snapped, narrowing her eyes at me.

I didn't need telling twice.

Within twenty minutes, she was gone and I was on the plane.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, shortly followed by another hour in a tiny plane, and then an hour drive back down to Forks.

To be honest, the flying didn't bother me.

The hour in a car with my mom however? Well, let's just say that it was bound to be a pretty strange experience, especially as I hadn't really seen her since she left twelve years ago.

I didn't blame her for leaving; I'd be lying if I said that I still wasn't slightly annoyed that she didn't take me with her.

Elizabeth had been cool about the whole deal. She seemed genuinely happy that I was coming to live with her. She'd even called and got me registered with the high school.

When I finally landed in Port Angeles, it was raining.

My mom was waiting for me with her Honda and even offered an awkward one armed hug as I stumbled my way out of the plane.

"It's good to see you Lu." She said, a small smile on her face. "You've changed so much since I last saw you."

You mean I've grown two feet and have boobs? Gee, thanks mother.

"You too."

She really had.

It was her who'd given me my dark mahogany hair – an attribute that I dyed a deep shade of crimson since being about thirteen – and my eyes; now, she had fine lines around her mouth and in the very corners of her eyes.

She looked… well… older.

After a few minutes of silence, I grabbed my duffle bag and slung it into the back seat before climbing in after it.

"I managed to find you a car." She announced when we strapped in. "It's nothing fancy but it'll get you to school and back in one piece."

"Cool."

That was the last word spoken between us until we reached her house.

During this time, I stared out of the window, wanting to see if it was anything like my internet searches.

It was better; it was beautiful.

Everything was green: the trees, their trunks, their branches hanging with a canopy over it and the ground that was completely covered in ferns. Hell, even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.

Eventually, we made it to Elizabeth's place.

"There you go." She said, pointing over to the motorcycle taking up half of the driveway. "That's okay, isn't it?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't really know much about this kind of thing but Charlie said it's working."

"Funny car." I murmured, slightly amused, as I stepped out of the car and towards the black Colleda Seltwin.

"Oh, did I say car?" she shook her head with a shrug as she moved to grab my back from the back seat. "Sorry, don't you ride?"

"Used to." I answered, running my hand over the faded leather seat.

"Do you like it?"

I think I'm in love.

I nodded, throwing her a smile of my shoulder, before giving the bike one last pat and turning around to face her.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." She beamed, handing me by bag. "C'mon, it'll show you to your room. It isn't much but it's home."

I followed her through the house and upstairs; it was a descent size really.

She'd given me the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The floor was wooden, the walls had been painted a deep royal purple – freshly painted too, I could still smell the chemicals hanging in the air – and the windows were covered with black laced curtains.

I loved it immediately.

"Bathroom's at the end of the hall next to my room." She told me, pointing in the general direction. "I've cleared a shelf for you."

"Cool."

I threw my things onto the floor beside the bed and perched on the edge, looking up at her as she hovered by the door.

"You… eh… don't talk much, do you?"

Used to.

I just shrugged in response.

"Well, I'll leave you to get settled and everything ready for school tomorrow."

"Okay."

Elizabeth left me alone to unpack the few things I owned – a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, two pairs of boots and my other leather jacket – which didn't take long so I remained upstairs, laying in the middle of my new bed.

I hated to admit it, even to myself, but part of me felt more uneasy there than I did with my father; at least there, I knew what to expect.

After half an hour of staring up at my ceiling, I decided to grab a shower then head to bed early.

Forks High School had a frightening three hundred and fifty-seven, now fifty-eight, students total; in my old school, there were that in my grade alone. Even worse, all of the people here had probably grown up together with it being a tiny town. Hell, their grandparents probably went to school together.

I'd be the new girl from the city.

To them, I was a curiosity, a freak.

I guess, maybe, if I looked like a generic girl from Phoenix, I'd be able to use it to my advantage. Unfortunately, physically, I'd never fit in that stereotype; in theory, I should be golden brown, sporty and tall – a volleyball player or a cheerleader maybe – all the things that go with living in the valley of the sun.

Instead, I was extremely pale which is why I dyed my hair red. Don't get me wrong, I was sort of slender in a squishy way but sport was definitely not my forte.

I had one of the worst night's sleeps ever. I was so accustomed to the constant noise of partying downstairs that the peaceful silence and occasional whooshing of the rain on the window pane did nothing to relax me.

By the time that the sky began to lighten, I'd had around an hour of interrupted sleep.

Luckily for me, breakfast with Elizabeth was a pretty calm even.

She wished me luck at school through a mouthful of toast as she passed me the keys for my bike and I thanked her between sips of coffee.

She left for work about ten minutes before I needed to leave which suited me just fine.

By the time I'd finished my morning cup of caffeinated goodness, it was time for me to leave so I threw on my jacket and set about looking for a brain bucket.

Turns out, that was the one thing she forgot to get.

Sighing, I threw my hair up into a pony tail to keep it from my eyes then grabbed the keys that'd been left in the door, locking up after myself before getting onto my bike.

It purred like a kitten when I started her up, the sound enough to make me forget that the back of my jeans were soaked.

Finding the school wasn't too difficult, despite me not knowing the area. It was like most other things, just off of the highway. It wasn't too obvious that it was a school but luckily, there was a sigh on the front so I didn't drive straight past it.

I parked in front of the building titled 'front office' – not giving a crap that there was a no parking sign – and walked inside, grateful at the wave of warmth which hit me as I crossed the threshold.

The office itself was tiny – I was half expecting someone to poke their head around the corner and tell me that the doctor was waiting – but the lack of people meant that I could find where I needed to go.

"Hi," The auburn-haired woman behind the admissions desk called, waving her hand as she poked her head over the monitor of her computer. "Can I help you?"

"I'm new." I informed her, slightly amused at the way that her eyes widened before she began digging through various piles of paperwork on her desk.

"Ah yeah, of course, you must be Luna Goodwin." She muttered, her nose buried in papers. "Ah, ha!" she cried victoriously, holding a small folder in the air so I could see. "I've got everything you need right here. There's your schedule and a map of the school."

"Okay."

"and here's a slip that your teachers need to sign then bring back here at the end of the day. Can you do that?"

Well… I think I can manage that but thanks for asking…

I nodded, offering her a small smile, before turning to leave.

By the time that I reached my bike, ready to move it over to the student parking lot, everyone else and their dog began to arrive.

Luckily for me, my motorcycle didn't really stand out too much amongst the sea of hand me down cars though a few did turn to stare at, what I presumed was, my lack of a helmet.

Only gonna die once.

I chose the first spot that I saw, right between a shiny new Volvo and Jeep, and sat there for a few minutes while I stared down at the welcome pack I'd been given; I dismissed it quickly seeing as the school wasn't too big and decided to just memorise my classes for the day.

When I was certain I knew my timetable, I followed the crowd of sleep addled zombies into the school.

Once I'd got around the cafeteria, building three was pretty easy to spot – which could be attributed to the fact that there was a huge '3' painted on the front of it – so I made my way inside for English Lit.

Much like the town, the population and the front office, the classroom was small and overstuffed with desks.

A couple of people stopped by the door to hang their raincoats on the long line of hooks but I decided to keep my jacket on, even though it was wet and cold.

I couldn't risk anyone seeing my scars.

Luckily, as I went to take my slip to the teacher, I noticed that almost everyone was as pale as I was so I didn't have to worry about sticking out like a sore thumb.

Mr. Mason – guess that was his name as it was on his desk – sent me to the empty desk in the far back corner without so much as a word muttered between us.

I didn't care; it suited me down to the ground.

As I sat down, and he started droning on, I scanned the reading list to find that I'd read all of them.

Class is gonna be a walk in the park… Think I've still got my old essays somewhere.

Since I sat there doodling on a piece of paper, it didn't seem like five minutes before the bell went off and I was approached by a gangly buy with slicked black hair and awful ache.

"You're Luna Goodwin, aren't you?"

"Yeah." I muttered, feeling extremely uncomfortable as everyone within a three-foot radius turned to stare at me.

"Where's your next class?"

"Building six."

"Well, I'm heading towards building four so I could show you the way." He offered, a huge smile on his face. "I'm Eric, by the way." He added, thrusting his hand out.

"Thanks." I ignored his invitation as he grabbed his jacket from the hooks.

During the lesson, the rain had picked up tenfold which made a pleasant change from the sweltering inferno I grew up in.

"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.

"Very."

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"

"Bi-annually."

"Wow, what must that be like?"

"Hot." I told him.

"You don't look very tan."

That'd be because I'm half albino… idiot.

I shrugged.

We made our way back around the cafeteria and towards the south buildings by the gym.

Not seeming to realise that I was more than capable of navigating my way to the building with a huge "6" painted on it, he walked me right up to the door.

"Well, good luck." He called as I put my hand on the handle. "Maybe we'll have some classes together."

I shrugged again and went inside.

The rest of the morning passed in the same fashion.

My trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, made me stand in the middle of the class and introduce myself… well, he tried.

I stood there for a few minutes silently, picking at my nails, until he pointed to my assigned seat.

What was the point of telling people who I am? They'd already have found out by now.

After a couple of classes, I began to recognise a few faces in each class.

There was always one person who took upon themselves to introduce themselves and then start quizzing me about my life and what I thought about Forks so far.

I just kept quiet.

One girl, who sat next to me in both my Spanish and Trig lessons, decided to walk with me to the cafeteria for lunch, babbling aimlessly the entire time. The funniest thing? She was tiny! I wasn't the smallest person in the world but she was an adorable travel size with her masses of dark curly hair piled on top of her head.

The minute we crossed the threshold, she dragged me over to sit at the end of a table with several other people; she did introduce me to them all, I just happened to forgot their names the minute after she told me them.

It was there, sitting in the lunch room with seven awkward strangers, that I first saw them.

They'd claimed the table in the corner of the cafeteria as far from anyone else as possible.

I didn't blame them; it looked like a good spot.

Excusing myself, I moved to grab something to eat – just a plain salad, nothing too exciting – and couldn't help but look at my ideal eating location.

There were five of them occupying the table.

It was sort of strange that they weren't speaking to each other, just sat there eating casually, but the best thing was that they weren't staring at me like I was some exotic animal at the zoo.

"They're the Cullens." The girl from Spanish told me as I took my seat again, settling down to eat my lunch. To be honest, I really didn't care who they were but I nodded along to what she was saying anyway. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen." She continued, blissfully ignorant to my disinterest, as she pointed over at the bronze haired guy and the well-built machine sitting next to him. "The smaller girl over there is Alice. The other two, the blondes, are Jasper and Rosalie Hale. They all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

Well… isn't that just utterly fascinating?

I couldn't help glancing sideways, seeing movement out of the corner of my eye.

The one with reddish brown hair – Edward? – lifted his head as he sat picking his bagel to pieces.

I wasn't paying that much attention – why would I? They weren't exactly anything special – but someone must've said something as he smirked to himself.

"Cool." I muttered in response to their expectant looks.

"But they're all together thought." The brunette girl, Jessica, giggled. I remembered her from my history class. I mean, who doesn't know what year the civil war began? "Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice… and they live together!"

Whoop-de-do… Give them all a coconut.

"Right." I nodded, slightly distracted by movement again as the Cullen guy's shoulders shook.

"Dr. Cullen's really young, like his twenties or thirties, so they're all adopted. Only the Hales are related."

Just shut up so I can eat my salad in peace.

A second later, the entire table in question began to chuckle to themselves, drawing strange looks from those around them, but I shrugged it off.

"Wait, is Edward… looking over here?" One of the girls asked, nodding towards the guy I'd been glancing at.

Does it matter, really?

"Oh my God, he is!" Jess fluttered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she flashed him a smile though it dropped as he turned his back to her. "That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't bother wasting your time. He doesn't date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good looking enough for him."

Maybe if you didn't swoon over him like some kind of weird stalker fan girl, he might give you the time of day…

I sat at the table with Jessica and her friends for a little bit longer – despite wanting to go and find a quiet corner and hide – then made my way over to biology.

As I walked down the aisle of the classroom to get my slip signed, I noticed that Edward Cullen was sat beside the only empty seat in the entire classroom.

Well, I guess it could be worse… least if no one's good enough for him, he won't bother speaking to me…

He seemed to tense up as I passed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked up at me.

Hey, I'm not like Jess… I don't see why she thinks the sun shines out of your ass.

Mr Banner signed the paper and handed me a book before gesturing to the seat beside the now rigid Cullen.

Sighing, I moved over and put my book on the table, not bothering to even attempt to make pleasantries with the guy.

What's the point? I don't care and he's tenser than a prostitute in church.

Unfortunately, the lecture was something I'd already covered, so I sat doodling on another piece of scrap paper and ignoring the weird behaviour of the person sat beside me.

I don't bite.

The class seemed to drag on for hours until finally, the bell rang.

In an instant, Edward was off of his seat and out of the door before I had the chance to grab my backpack from the floor.

Thank God for that.

"Aren't you Luna Goodwin?" a male voice asked.

I looked up to see a pudgy, baby face boy smiling down at me in the weirdest way.

Hi spike.

I nodded.

"I'm Mike."

"Hi."

"Do you need any help finding your next class?"

"Gym." I muttered, shaking my head as I knew exactly where it was though he didn't quite take the hint.

"That's my next class too!" he beamed, seemingly thrilled.

There's like thirty people in our grade… course we'll share a few classes.

We walked together – much to my annoyance – and he wouldn't shut up the entire time so I zoned out and stared at the floor instead.

"So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that."

I shrugged, not really caring.

"He looked like he was in pain or something."

"Didn't notice."

"He's a weird guy." He informed me, lingering outside of the changing rooms as I tried to get away from him. "If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I'd have talked to you."

"Cool."

I turned around quickly and entered the locker room, happy to get away from the creep.

The gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didn't make me dress down for the lesson which was good so I ended up watching four games of volleyball simultaneously.

When the final bell rang, I all but run to the office so I could give in my slip.

That's when I ran into my silent biology neighbour once again… well, nearly ran into him.

He was standing at the front desk, arguing with the woman about something or another, so I waited patiently behind him.

A minute later, another girl came in to drop off some papers in a wire basket.

It was then that he seemed to notice that I was there.

If looks could kill, I'd have been six feet under pushing up daisies.

"Never mind then." He murmured. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help."

Gee, someone needs to get laid.

He turned sharply on his heel and brushed past me, disappearing out of the door.

I took a step forward and placed the signed slip on the desk.

"How did your first day go, dear?"

"Good." I told her, offering her a smile.

By the time that I'd got back to my bike, the entire lot was empty.

"Nice." I murmured, taking a deep breath of the fresh air before climbing on and making my way back to Elizabeth's place.


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