A/N: Thank you for your wonderful comments and reviews, I sincerely appreciate them. They truly make my day.

I have a few answers for YellowFlower1922: Yes, her eyes did change color from brown to green. Yes, she did see Emmett's aura, and I only described his because it stood out more than the rest – I will get to those later ;)

I also want to thank the anonymous 'silver' for reminding me about the quotation marks. Thank you!

Love to you all for liking my interpretation of 'Bella'.

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IsabellaPov

The teacher, Mr. Banner, had told me to take a seat as soon as he had filled in the paper I had received from the red haired woman at the office so, naturally, I took the only free one left which happened to be next to Edward Cullen. I folded my hands on top of the books in front of me as Mr. Banner made to start the lesson.

"Class! Today we are going to-"

I coughed, interrupting him.

"Excuse me." I said with my hand straight in the air, "Should I not introduce myself to the class? I am certain they are very curious as to who I am."

The students surrounding me stared in awe, some even gasped, but I did not notice them as much as I did the glow to my left. It was great and shining in a faint color of pink, I could feel an emotion pulsating from it – amusement.

I turned my head to see the profile of Edward Cullen, his sculptured face beautiful from this angle, but it was nothing compared to the beauty of his aura. It was a glow centered at the left side of his chest, surrounding him like a cloud. It was forced – as if it was bound to be closed into itself for ever, like his person was cut off from the rest of the world.

He is complicated, I thought.

I could tell that he was uncomfortable, yet amused.

How strange, to be feeling those two emotions at the same time… complex, maybe.

But there was something else, something darker tainting the glow of his spirit. It was coming from his throat; in dark red it brought to me a feeling I had not felt before. It was a mixture of madness and something else entirely.

I will have to investigate further into that some other time.

I rose from my seat and walked swiftly to the front of the classroom, taking the place of Mr. Banner as he had made his way to the old chair behind his oak desk.

"Greetings. I am Isabella Swan," I began," daughter of Renée, who is daughter of Jane, who is daughter of Evelyn, who is daughter of the goddess. It is a pleasure to meet you." I finished with a curtsy and a hand resting over my heart.

And then I heard applause. Looking up I saw a pair of pale hands meeting and parting, over and over, belonging to a blond young boy who, strangely enough, reminded me of a dog. Behind him was a boy with skin problems and hair black as oil following his example.

This is quite embarrassing, I thought as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I held my head up high and started walking back to my seat but stumbled on a backpack that had been thrown on the floor. So that my face would not meet it I caught myself on the desk the backpack was lying beside. It belonged to a couple of girls who cheekily giggled when seeing this.

I gave them a stare, making sure it was blank. They stopped laughing. As they did so the laughter of the rest of the students became hesitant, and then completely vanished.

Without meeting any more curious eyes, I pushed myself off the desk and started walking again.

The rest of the lesson went by slowly, the teacher did no more than to tell us what we would be doing for the rest of the year, so my attention was instead drawn back to the magnificent creature at my side. Although I did no more than steal a few glances here and there, I was fully aware of his presence. More so than the person I was supposed to be paying attention to; the teacher.

Mr. Cullen's feeling of amusement was quickly overpowered by the dark madness I had felt earlier. He was not breathing either, a fact I did not feel very comfortable with knowing.

He was sitting by the edge of his seat, his chair was turned away from me and his whole body was tense. He had been giving me hard glares the entire hour, ones that could easily be understood as hate filled ones. Whether they had been directed at himself, or me I could not tell. His pitch black eyes had been hard and cold, being the cause of the shudders along my back.

It had put me on edge, having him look at me like he wanted eat me. He looked calculating, something that also showed in his aura - it had started to shrink, though without losing its shine. The madness had almost taken him over, swallowed him like he was candy to a baby, when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Mr. Cullen was out of his seat and on his way to the door before anyone else had even gotten a chance of gathering their books.

Well, he was in a hurry.

As I was about to leave the classroom the dog-boy from earlier stalked up to me, determination obsessing his young face.

"Hi, I'm Mike," he said, offering me a sweaty hand. I looked at it and then back at his face.

"Hello Mike. Was there something in particular you wanted to talk with me about?" I asked him, curious. His face fell and a faint blush colored his cheeks.

"Well, no. Not really," he answered, "I was just going to ask what your next class was."

"I have gym."

"Oh," his face lit up, "That's my next class too." He said, giving me a heart-warming smile. I looked at him, awaiting his explanation as to what he wanted me to do with this information.

"So…" his face fell, yet again, "wanna' go to class together?"

I thought this over for a few seconds until I came up with the conclusion that he would probably not take no for an answer, and even if he did he would probably ask again some other time. Also, I did not know the way.


Gym was an enlightening experience. It seemed boys of this age like to pretend they are stronger than they really are, and the girls prefer to touch up on their make up for each other than actually trying their best.

Mike had been overly friendly during our lesson, treating me as though I could not do anything remotely related to body exercising. As I tried to escape him and take cover in my car he had been following me, asking if I had stabbed Edward Cullen with a pencil or not.

According to Mike he had looked like he was in pain. He made a comment telling me that Edward Cullen was a weird guy and if he himself had been lucky enough to sit by me, he would have talked to me. When I was at the door I turned around to face him.

"Mike," I said, "I would appreciate it if you could move so that I can go home." Turning to my car to get inside and out of the rain I left him standing, feeling shock and disappointment. Sadly, I had a feeling that he was not a person to give in so easily.

As I sat there, staring out the window, I started thinking about Edward Cullen. I wondered who he was, if he had been able to read minds since his birth or if it had come later, with age. I wondered what in me he had found interesting. I wondered about his family, his siblings. I had been able to over hear a few things about them as I went through my day, one was that he, along with his siblings, were adopted.

I wondered why, what had happened to his birth parents and who his parents were now. I wondered if he was happy. If he, which he probably did, have a girlfriend or not. Jessica had mentioned something about that. Nobody here was good enough for him, but that did not mean that he did not have preferences... outside of Forks. Maybe back in Alaska, where he was from.

My eyes roamed the school and settled on the office building.

Damn it. I forgot to return my paperwork.

I looked out the window to see if Mike was still standing there. I was happily surprised to see that he was not; he had retreated to his own car and was now on his way out of the parking lot. I stepped out of my car and walked to the office.

When I entered the warm building I saw the back of Edward Cullen standing by the desk. He was arguing with the lady sitting behind it, the one I had talked with earlier this morning. He was trying to exchange his biology classes with something else. Anything else.

I could see him stiffen as I entered. His head turned slightly toward me. I could feel the darkness consume him again as his dark eyes pierced through me. Then he turned back toward the red haired woman. He said that he understood that there was nothing she could do but thanked for her help anyway, and then he left.

With a heavy heart I stepped forward, as it was my turn to talk with the woman.

"How was your day dear?" She asked me with a pleasant smile playing at her lips.

"Fine," I answered, returning her smile.

The next day was not as new as the first. I knew what to expect. Mike sat beside me during English. Like I said, someone who does not take no for an answer.

He also followed me to my next class and by doing so received death glares from the black haired boy I had now learned carried the name Eric. He was an overly helpful boy.

What is with this town and being 'overly' something?

Although the second day was not as exciting as the first I did have a new feeling that accompanied me the entire day. It was a mixture of nervousness and that irritating feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

I cannot be having a crush, can I? On someone who I did not know a single thing about and someone who had looked at me like he wanted to chew on me and then spit the remains back out.

... Did I really just think that?

I had been thinking about him. I even considered confronting him and demand to know what his problem was, but decided against it in the end.

Walking to lunch was one of the most traumatizing moments of my life so far, although, I knew it should not have been. Well inside the cafeteria I was met by a sight I was not expecting; the Cullen's table was not occupied by five people, but by four.

With disappointment clouding my mind I took a seat by an empty table and started chewing on my apple.

As time passed I grew more and more tense, he could still show up to biology class. That was a possibility. Mike, who was taking on the qualities of a golden retriever, walked faithfully by my side to class. I held my breath at the door, but no, he did not show his face there either.

I came home, went straight upstairs and turned on the computer. While waiting for it to start I went down to the kitchen to find myself something to eat.

Well, I thought when I was met by the emptiness that was the refrigerator, I guess it is time to go grocery shopping.

I closed it again and went to the now turned on computer. My mother had sent me several e-mails, asking me about the weather and if I had settled in all right. Then her messages turned more panicked as she was starting to sound worried because of my lack of response. She even started to threaten me, telling me that if I did not send her back an e-mail before 5.30 p.m. she would be calling my father.

I quickly started typing her an e-mail telling her not to do anything rash and sent it before starting again on a new one. Mother, I began, but was interrupted by a sound coming from my window. Looking over there my eyes fell upon a black cat with deep brown eyes, a shade not too far from my own.

"Hello Frey, it is nice to see thou again. Though I must admit - it took you a while." I smiled pleasantly at her as she meowed in response, as if to greet me, jumped off the window frame, skipped through the room and jumped up on my bed. She walked around in three circles before settling down and I turned back toward my on going e-mail.

Now, I thought, where was I? Ah! Mother...

"You shall not worry for me. I am fine. It is quite splendid here, actually. The weather is nice, the rain soothing. Father bought me a car that I loved from the moment my eyes fell upon it. The people here seem to be either overly friendly or overly helpful, but that is better than having them misunderstand me, is it not?

"I hope you and Phillip are feeling all right, and tell him that I wish him the best of luck in his work. I hope you will find something exciting to do while he is working and cannot tend to you.

"Yours truly, Isabella."

Send.

That night, while dining with father and being the curious creature that I am, I asked about the Cullen family.

"The Cullen's?" he confirmed, "Well… We have doctor Cullen and his wife Esme, and then there are the kids. Five of them, I believe."

I waited. He seemed to missunderstand my silence as me being content with the answere he gave me, so I pressed for more information. He sighed and started again.

"They came here two years ago, moved in from Alaska or something like that. We're lucky doctor Cullen's wife wanted to move to a quiet small town. Being the good doctor he is he could be working in any hospital anywhere in the country, and making lots of more money than he is now, too, but he wanted his wife to be happy, so… he went along with her wishes."

He told me about how well mannered the kids are, that they had never been any trouble at all. He also raised his voice once, while telling me about how people in town talk ill of them for no good reason.

"They are very good-looking." I commented.

"Hah!" he exclaimed, "You should see the doctor. The nurses are having a hard time concentrating on their work, having him around."

We fell back into silence and kept eating. Father went to watch TV as I started on the dishes and then on my usual routine before going to bed; brushing my teeth and cleaning up, changing into night wear and then saying goodnight to the goddesses, one for every point of the compass, and thanking them for being by my side through the day.

Frey lied beside my head and we slept throughout the rest of the night in exhausted, tired bliss.

The rest of the week I was disappointed yet filled with relief, both at lunch and biology.

A/N: Hello dear readers! Thank you for reading this far, I am impressed. Remember! Reviews make me type faster…