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Bree; a small petite five foot one inch fifteen years old girl stared at the mirror in the bathroom in her underwear. Her wide brown eyes carefully observed her fair skin that carried old bruises and scars. Her long yet tiny fingers gently touch one of the sensitive wound on her left hip. Her lips twitched in pain at the touch as her shoulders shifted back on reflex while her dark brown waist-length hair flowed over her shoulders. A sighed left from her lips sadly and glanced down at her clothes on the sink.

She grabbed her faded blue jeans to put it on even though her wound is screaming in pain while she bit her bottom lip. Then slipped on a band graphic shirt along with a black jacket. She glanced up at the mirror one last time and left the bathroom while brushed her hair with her fingers. When she arrived in her temporary bedroom to her bed to grab her socks and sat on her bed. The small girl pulled her socks on and grabbed her old black converse shoes to slip on and tied her shoelaces.

Bree stood up, grabbed her backpack that is filled with school supplies thanks to Mrs. Poppleworth who had a ton of it in the garage and gave it to her for school use. She grabbed her favorite iPod from the bedside table and shove into her pocket. The petite girl left the bedroom, shut the door behind her quietly, and descended the stairs.

The breakfast aroma hit her nose, she followed the scent to the kitchen and saw Penelope made eggs, bacon, hash brown, and oatmeal with blueberries. "Good morning, Dolly." Penelope chirped happily as she placed a cup of orange juice on the table.

Bree remembered for the first time when the elder makes the meals, she never gets to taste homemade meals before and it made her feel so warm and surprisingly happy. She was awkward for the first few days until she finally gotten used to it. It's nearly been a week since she lived with Mrs. Poppleworth. Bree actually enjoys her stay with the elder woman and learned a lot more about her and her family. Even her love, Hugo. And Penelope started to get along well with Bree as she never gives the elder any trouble at all. In fact, Bree starts to help around the light and easy chores since she is still healing from her wound. They both share their love interested in books; especially the histories that Mrs. Poppleworth gave her some of the old histories books that Bree enjoys it.

"Good morning, Gran-popple." Bree greeted back shyly yet nicely. Penelope allowed Bree to call her that nickname since her grandchildren called her that all the time whenever they came over and plus, Mrs. Poppleworth started to see Bree as one of her grandchildren.

"Eat dear, I'll drop you off at your school once you are finished." Penelope glanced at the clock, "We have twenty minutes left." Bree nodded her head in understanding and went to sit the chair and start eating her breakfast.

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Second Chance

Volume I: A Starry Star

Chapter Four: Forks High

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Bree was dropped off and Penelope promised she will come by after school to picked her up. The petite girl watched Lady Lulu drive off down the road until it's out of her sights. Then her wide brown eyes observed her surroundings and read the sign, 'Forks High School… this place sure has creative names. Did the spoon, knife, and spork got taken?' she mused in sarcasm. Bree then noticed about this school is that there's no protection from any crimes, no chain-link fences nor the metal detectors. It's completely different from her former school. Her old school was in fact; a load of bull-crap and crappy building for punks, troublemakers, and delinquents. Then her brown eyes landed on the first building that had a small sign over the door which said, 'Front Office'.

The petite girl to the first building, down a little stone path lined with dark hedges and reached to the door. She pushed it open and walked into the office quietly.

Inside of the small office; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, noticed and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly on the wall. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a pink blouse with a colorful scarf.

The red-haired woman looked up, "Can I help you?" she said with strict professional scrutinize. Bree overlooks the nameplate, 'Ms. Cope'.

She walked near to the woman, "I'm Bree Tanner." Bree informed her name, she noticed the immediate awareness light in red-haired woman's eyes. Honestly, Bree isn't surprised because Penelope did tell her that this small town knows everything because there are few big gossipers that spread the news so fast that in end of the day, everyone knows.

Which freaks Bree out when she learned that, she shudders to think on how fast the new travels if they learn about her dark secret.

"Of course." Ms. Cope went through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk until she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She said as she brought several sheets to the counter to show roe.

Bree listened quietly to the red-hair woman instructed while she went through Bree's classes, highlighted the best route to each on the map, and gave her a slip to have each teacher sign, "I need you to bring this back at the end of the day." Bree nodded her head understanding.

"I hope you like Forks High." Ms. Cope said with a warm smile.

Bree half-smile awkwardly at the woman, "Thanks." She whispered softly. She turned around, left the office, and examined her new classes. 'Algebra, Biology, English, History, Lunch, Gym, and Art.' She made a face. Math is her first class, how lovely, note the sarcasm.

She runs through her face with her free hand, she is not looking forward to being the new girl on her first day of the stinking school. Bree is so tired and lonely. However, at least she has her iPod and a book with her.

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Bree placed her chin on her palm while her elbow rested on the table. She is currently at the canteen unwillingly because one; the rain is downpouring outside that she couldn't sit the table outside in peace and quiet that she plans to listen to music and read a book, two; no one attempt to talk to her because of her 'creepy silent gothic' appearance she made on her first day, and lastly, three; she ignores them whenever they attempt to 'talk' to her.

The petite girl sighed softly as she is listening to her playlist from her iPod. She has her favorite poetry book; Leave of Grass with her on the table but she wasn't in a mood right at the moment. Bree is minding her own business until she saw something from the corner of her eyes, she glanced up and saw a tall girl standing awkwardly front of her. She seems to be 6'1'', with light brown hair with streaks of honey, gentle brown eyes, and white glasses. Bree paused her music and took one earbud out of her ear.

A sweet smile appeared on her face, "Hello, my name is Angela Weber." Angela introduced herself politely.

Bree blinked at the tall girl, 'I think she's in my Algebra class.' She remembered seeing her face in her first class. "…Bree Tanner." She said her name shyly.

Angela smiles, "You don't mind?" she pointed at the empty chair across from Bree. Bree shook her head in silent and watched Angela set down her bag on the table and sat on the chair. She had her notebook along with a pen. "I bet you are wondering why I'm out here." Bree just nodded her head. "Well, I'm a member of the Newspaper Club and my charge told me that I should write a small essay about you as the new student at Forks High. But of course, I can understand if you rather not be in a paper, it's up to you." Angela assured the petite girl gently.

"…why me?" Bree asked with curious and cautioned.

Angela just shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure you are aware of this, but Forks is rather boring town but peaceful. There's hardly any excitement going on in school." She explained briefly and tilted her head at Bree, "If you are not comfortable in the paper, you can tell me what you think of this school so far? You will be as anonymous, I promise." Angela said with a nice smile.

Bree bit her lip while she thinks about this. She is not comfortable in the center of attention and being in the paper is over the line for her. But it wouldn't hurt if she told Angela what she thinks about the Forks High, right? Plus, she'll be anonymous in the paper. And this girl seems nice to Bree. "S-sure." Angela beamed, she opened her notebook and clicked her pen.

"Alright, what do you think of this school? You don't have to tell me a paragraph answer. Just three sentences would be fine."

Bree nodded her head softly as she fidgeted in her seat, "Umm… it's different. My old school used to be out campus. This school is very closed campus and it cold everyday. Used to be mostly sunny before I moved here. But I liked the rain, it's nice. It kind of fitting in this town, I suppose. And teachers seemed nice and a bit strict with their lectures but that's their way of teaching us, I guess." She answered while Angela jotted down on her notebook as she nodded her head.

Angela glanced up with appreciate smile, "Thank you. I'll edit a few sentences, so it won't be easily noticeable to who. It will stay anonymous." She promised and closed her notebook. "So, do you have any questions? Not for my club, I mean… anything general that you want to inform?" Angela asked nicely for the new girl.

Bree was about to tell her she wasn't interested to learn anything new in school, but she paused when five students walked inside the canteen; they went to grabbed trays to fill it and left to their table. Bree watched them as she observed their appearances. Honestly, Bree was truly stunned by their looks.

They sat down in their seats with tray in front of them untouched as they were whispering to each other. There are three boys and two girls; one of the three boys were big which she wasn't kidding. He was ridiculously huge for a high school student. His body seemed very muscular with dark curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blonde. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. Then two girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind Bree saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the one that she had seen a long time ago from that man's house. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

However, Bree noticed two things they all have in commons. Their skin is chalky pale, palest of all these students living in this sunless rainy town. And they all have similar shades of golden eyes.

Bree furrowed her eyebrows while she was observed the mysterious group by the window across the room. Her wide brown eyes with curious, "W-who are they?" she leaned forward with whispered.

Angela smiles knowingly without even looking back, "Three of them are Cullen, the large one, auburn-hair one, and pixie girl. Two blonde hairs are Hales, they are twins. They are all adopted by Doctor Carlisle Cullen and his wife." She informed the petite girl.

"Cullen…" Bree mouthed slowly as she glanced over at the table with confused. She noticed the students were gawking and glance at the table. None of them attempt to approach them. A frowned found on her face and Angela understood what Bree is thinking.

"The Cullen kept a distance from us. No one ever has ever tried to interact them or even attempt to chat. People avoid them." She chuckled when she saw disbelieved on Bree's face, "I know. The way they look, their appearances would make them popular and people would have wanted to be near them. But they didn't, rumored said they are snotty and spoiled. But I don't see it that way, I just think they are rather a private group and preferred to stay close with their family. It's perfectly natural. And I feel bad for them though, people gossip behind their backs. But I know they are good people, they haven't caused any trouble in Forks ever since they moved here during summer vacation." She explained to Bree and glanced over her shoulder at the Cullen in their table. "They are nice and quiet family." She added.

Angela turned back to Bree with a smile, "Anything else?" she asked with wondering. Bree shook her head in silent, "Okay… oh, you probably haven't heard of this yet, but the Halloween dance is coming up in a couple of weeks."

Bree raised her eyebrows with indifferent as Angela continued, "It's a dance for all years students to have fun, we get to pick our costume and go to the beach with a giant bonfire and also, has a band too. It's not fancy like proms, but it's supposedly fun for all of us." Angela explained with a shrugged. Before she could say anything, her friends called out her name that got her attention. Angela glanced over her shoulders and saw her friends beckoned her to them.

Angela turned back to Bree with a guilty smile, "I'm sorry, my friends need me…" she stood up as she gathered her things, "…do you want to join us? I can introduce them to you?" she asked politely.

Bree took overlook at the tall girl's friends and shook her head, "No, it's okay." She declined. Because she knew those type of people by their look, not their appearance in a way, but more the how they are like in her eyes. The boys seemed to like play around and on hormones while girls seemed to like bitchy and gossipers. However, this Angela girl seemed to be very sweet and kind which she is surprised that they are friends with each other.

Angela nodded her head without pushing against Bree's comfort, "Okay. If you can't your mind, you are welcome to join us." She smiles at her then left to join with her friends.

The petite girl glanced at the Cullen table with slight interested. They are very elegant, beautiful, and artistic that is so abnormally for natural people born with. Bree narrowed her eyes in suspicion and curious, she has seen beautiful women and men from magazines, movies, and shows. However, she never has seen such exquisite people in real life before. It's unnatural. 'And they are all adopted yet they share similar appearances traits? Hmm…' she mused in deep thinking unaware Edward flickered his eyes over at Bree with troubled, awareness, and interested in his eyes.

He barely opened his mouth as he quickly whispered to his siblings about a new girl's thought. They flinched at this news and they all glanced at the table where Bree sat in.

Bree shook her head, 'Oh well, it's none of my business. It's not like I'm going to get involved with social people. Too awkward for me.' She ignored the enigma in her head and Edward was relief and told his siblings' false alarm as they were relaxed.

Then the bell rang as the lunch is now ended.

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Bree walked into the Art class. She met a woman who had brown hair that tied up a messy bun, olive skin, green eyes, and she wears a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black flats. She had a purple apron which had dried colorful splattered paints on it. Bree's eyes landed on the nameplate on the desk, 'Mrs. Anderson'.

Mrs. Anderson noticed Bree and smiles warmly at her, "Hello, dear. I'm Mrs. Becker, you must be the new student, Bree Tanner, correct?" Bree nodded her head, "Wonderful, may I see the slip?" she asked, Bree handed her the slip and the Art teacher quickly signed it then gave it back to Bree. "Alright, your seat will be…" her green eyes scan through her classroom until it lightens up, "Ah, back there." She pointed the direction that Bree follows with her brown eyes.

The petite girl understood and walked to the back of the classroom, placed her backpack on the ground and sit on the plastic chair across from a pixie girl that she remembered was Alice. The pixie stared at Bree with beamed, "Hi, I'm Alice Cullen." She introduced herself happily with her hand held out.

Bree reached Alice's hand and shook, "Bree Tanner." She whispered and noted that Alice's hand is cold but so is hers. It is a cold little town after all. They dropped their hands as Mrs. Anderson got the class attention on her while she explained the assignments for the day about drawing their favorite animal. After they were given permission to get their art supplies from the shelf on counters for students to borrow. Then they went back to the table and start with their assignment, 'My favorite animal?' she mused it's been a long while since she has drawn anything on a piece of paper. Bree doesn't exactly have a favorite type of animal but she always likes the lion.

So, she decided to draw a lion. "How do you like Forks High?" Alice brought up a topic to pass the time. Bree paused and blinked at the pixie girl.

"It's… alright." Bree admitted, her old school was trash and Forks High is paradise compared to her old school. Literally. This school actually has school lunches with edible foods, seriously.

Alice hummed with a smile while she is drawing on the clipboard, "It's awkward to be the new student, I know how you feel about it. My family moved here four months ago." She said with sympathy and Bree just nodded her head silently. "What grade are you in?"

"Sophomore." Bree answered softly while she tries to curve the lion's body.

Alice beamed at Bree, "Me too. And my brother, Edward is also a sophomore. Others are all Junior years." She explained excitedly. "What do you like to do?" she asked with curiosity.

Bree bit her cheeks while thinking as she erases the mistake on the paper and draws the line, "…I like listening to music and read poetry."

The pixie girl hummed, "What's your favorite music? And poetry?" she asked with interested and Bree paused. Bree glanced at Alice who is genuinely interested in her which Bree find it baffled.

"Set the Sails is one of my favorite songs." Bree answered as she liked the song she had added in her playlist a while ago, "And my favorite poetry is Leaves of Grass."

"Wait… I think I heard of that title before." Alice mumbled with thinking face, "I think it was Jasper's favorite." Alice said with excited twinkles in her eyes.

Bree raised her eyebrows, "Jasper?" Bree didn't know why, but the way she said his name is nice on her tongue even though she never meets the guy.

Alice smiles playfully, "Ah, yes. He is my best friend." She said with little sadness, "So, what else do you like? That can't be all."

"Umm…" Bree brainstorm while added the lion's features on the paper, "I enjoy histories, I thought they were fascinating and interesting how the world changes from past to present." She explained quietly but enough for Alice to hear the whole thing.

Bree was unaware the amuses in Alice's eyes, "I see."

"W-what about you? What do you like?" Bree asked with curious.

Alice grinned, "Shopping! I love to shop, and I could go shopping all day if I want to. I love fashions, it's one of my passions. I also love to draw." She taps gently on the clipboard, "Do you like fashions?"

The petite girl shrugged her shoulders, "I don't particularly care much about it, but I do like some styles." She admitted.

"Like what kind of styles?"

"Well… it's more of a mixture of a girl next door along with casual, and maybe a little bit tomboy." Bree really does like those type of styles, it fits her in all mixture of three styles.

Alice nodded her head with understanding after she observed Bree, "That would make sense. You do have the look of those types. But, I would go with more of a girl next door and a little bit casual. It's more fitting for your looks. I can see you as simply yet adorable at the end of the day." Alice said with a smile.

Bree blushes, "A-ah…" she doesn't know what to say about that compliment from stunning pixie girl.

Alice giggled like a soft chime that reminded Bree of Tinkle-Bell. 'Alice… the Tinkle-Bell.' It is a fitting nickname for Alice.

The petite girl noticed Alice set her drawing down, "Are you done?" Bree asked with confusion.

"Yep!" Alice showed her drawing that stunned Bree. It was a beautiful drawing of a large Stag standing between the woods.

"Stag is your favorite animal?" Bree leaned forward to observes the drawing unnoticed amused in Alice's eyes. "It's amazing."

Alice grinned wide, "Thank you and yes, Stag is my favorite." She giggled secretly. "What about you? You're not done yet, right?" Bree shook her head, "Then, can you tell what's your favorite animal?"

"A lion." Bree simply replies. Lion isn't her favorite, but she really likes this creature a lot though.

Then Mrs. Anderson clapped her hands to get her students attention, "Alright, you have ten minutes to put your art supplies away. To those who have not finish their assignment, you can take it home for the homework and bring it to my desk tomorrow. And those who did finish their assignment, you may hold on to it and bring to my desk tomorrow. Clean up and dismiss." Mrs. Anderson ordered her class.

Students gathered art supplies and clean up their stuff. Bree placed unfinished drawing paper in a folder and put in her backpack. She took out her schedule and school map, "What's your last class?" Alice asked Bree with interested.

"Gym with Coach Clapp." Bree mumbled as she scans the map to navigate herself with furrowed eyebrows.

"I can help you get there." Alice offered, and Bree looked at her with surprised but nodded her head. Then the bell rang, Alice and Bree walked the behind the gaggle of students walked out of the classroom.

Bree and Alice step out, "Hey, Jazz!" Alice waved at someone across the hall. Bree tilted her head up and froze. Her throat hitch as her heart rapidly beating against her chest. It's a first time she ever got a close examination of this species. Front of her is a devastatingly gorgeous guy with honey-blonde hair that touches gently against his jaws, his features were perfect and straight, although he has dark shadows under golden eyes as if he was suffering from a sleepless night. He is tall, 6'2'', leaner and muscular body. Not bulky but perfect for his size. Bree never thought this but… 'Now this is one fine specimen.' She had to admit this with warm blushes appeared on her cheeks.

Jasper stared at her eyes with intense silent. Alice glances at between the two with amused, sadness, and excited, "Bree, meet Jasper. Jasper, meet Bree." Alice introduced them to each other cheerfully.

"Hello, ma'am." Jasper tipped his head with a southern accent that made Bree blushes harder as her heart beating unhealthy fast. Jasper's lip twitches with a small smirk while Alice stared at Bree with full amuses.

'His accent… sounds like southern… Texan?' Bree mused as she swallowed her dry throat. "He-hello." Bree stuttered nervously as she wipes her free sweaty palm against her pants. She doesn't know why, but this guy just makes her blush too fast and too hard along with the unnatural beating heart.

Alice clapped her hands merrily, "I just remember something, I forgot to get a book from the locker for my last class." She sighed disappointedly while Jasper raised his eyebrows at her and Bree stared at the ground shyly. "I can't show you where the gym is, but Jasper can!" Alice sent a smile at Jasper, "Would you take her to the gym?"

"Of course." Jasper said, and Bree bit her cheeks.

"Wonderful. I'll see you later, Bree!" Alice sends her a wink and skipped down the hallway as if she is dancing flawlessly.

Jasper tilted his head, "It's this way." He said softly. Bree made a noise through her throat, she walked next to Jasper while blushing as she attempts to get familiar with the school map, but her heart was going crazy because of this guy.

"How are you likin' Forks so far?" Jasper asked with curious.

Bree glanced up shyly, "Are you a Texan?" she blurted it out than shown comedic horror on her face.

Jasper chortled, "Yeah. So, how do you likin' Forks?" he repeated the question not unkindly.

"I-it's fine." Bree nibbled her bottom lip for a few seconds unnoticed Jasper's dark look at her reaction then flickered away before she caught his look.

They arrived at the gym which it wasn't that far from Art class, but Bree couldn't help, find it disappointed that she didn't get to walk more with Jasper. 'Wait…what?' Bree frowned with confused, she has no idea why she is thinking like that.

"I'll see you around darlin'." Jasper smirked when Bree blushed hard and stuttered softly herself. Jasper nearly snickers but held in, he doesn't want to embarrass her.

"T-thank you… u-umm… b-bye." Bree turned around and nearly sprint through the gym class.

Jasper chuckled softly as he watched the little petite went inside the class. He tilted his head, 'So, it's her.' Who would've thought her blood would calm him down?

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Bree sat down on the bench with warm red cheeks. When the Gym teacher, Coach Clapp found her a new uniform but didn't want her to dress down for today's class. He lets her sit on the bench for the rest of the period. Right now, Bree has a slightly dazed look in her eyes as she ignored the basketball noises playing on the courts.

Why the hell did that Texan guy made her blushes and stutter like a shy silly girl with a crush? For once, Bree actually wishes she should've run away from Forks. She dropped her face against her hands with moaned, 'But for some reason, the thought of running away right now sounds like a terrible idea…' right now, she is lost and confused.

Just, what the hell is happening to her?