MY VERSION OF BELLA LOOKS SOME THING LIKE THIS- .com/watchv=GwPrZaQWgFU&feature=related PLEASE LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG! BTW-IF U HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET, THE 4 BOYS CLIFF-DIVING WERE SAM, JARED, PAUL, AND EMBRY. IN THIS STORY HE HAS ALREADY PHASED! AND YES, THERE WILL BE IMPRINTNG AND I WILL TRY TO WRITE MORE!! OH, AND BELLA AND EMBRY ARE BOTH SOPHMORES!!!

Sunday came and went. Today was the first day I started La Push High School. Can someone shoot me now? No, because life hates me too much to kill me. Today I wore a white, clingy, short-sleeved shirt with a cute black, button-up vest. I choose to wear a different pair of faded skinny jeans than I wore on Saturday.

I quickly ran down the stairs to eat breakfast. Still, no sign of my parents. I poured a glass of milk and grab a package of chocolate pop-tarts. I ate that and grabbed my backpack and headed to school.

When I climbed out of my car, I was the total center of attention, which I hate. I could feel my face heating up so I walked faster than usual to get to the office. Inside it was small, but cozy. Behind the desk I could see a woman looking through papers. I walked over and cleared my throat. Finally, she looked up.

"Hi. I'm new here. I'm Isabella Swan." God, I hated using my first name.

"Oh, yes. Here's some papers and a slip to get signed and brought back to me by the end of the day." She handed them to me and said, "Have a nice day."

"Thanks." Not.

I walked out the doors and headed toward my first class. I gave the teacher the slip and he signed it. Then, he pointed to a desk in the back beside a huge boy. Okay, so I wouldn't exactly call him a boy. I sat down and glanced at him. He didn't look over.

From the corner of my eye, I could see he was wearing a black T-shirt that clung to his body, which might I add very muscular, some faded like jeans that had a few holes in them, and some worn out tennis shoes. He had a more tanner complexion than I and short black hair. From what I could see, he was really hot.

Well, crap. I'm wearing designer clothes and it looks like hardly anyone here was wearing any. I'm not bragging, but my parents are fairly rich. The money comes in handy since I'm bored and lonely all the time, which means plenty of shopping trips.

The teacher finally started the lesson, which I had already learned back in Phoenix. I started to zone out for a few minutes, thinking of nothing in particular. Finally, the bell rang, signaling for the first class to be let out. Throughout the day, I've talked to at least ten people that were curious about me. Besides that, nothing else really happened.

The only good thing, was the boy sitting next to me in first period was in my last period class, too, which I soon learned that his name was Embry Call.

And that night, I dreamt of the mysterious boy that was sitting next to me...