EPOV
It had been such a long day. Rosalie drove Jasper and I home. I wasn't in the mood to drive. Tanya had decided that the lunch incident had been my fault, and was not talking to me. Rosalie wasn't exactly pleased since she considered Tanya her sister. I had filled Jasper and Rosalie in on what happened in lunch, but neither seemed to know anything about the new students, and were equally as puzzled over who Bella was.
I decided not to dwell on it, but I soon found my thoughts being invaded by a certain brunette beauty. Her voice had sounded like a beautiful melody to my ears, and when I had seen the pain in her eyes, I wanted to reach out and wrap her in my arms. I couldn't figure out why she had such a pull on me. She seemed genuinely hurt that I could not recognize her. It made me feel guilty – as if I was breaking a promise to her.
Rosalie huffed at me, running into the house as soon as we reached home, while Jasper looked at me apologetically. I was living with the Hales now. A year and seven months ago, I had been in a really bad car crash. My parents had been killed instantly. The Hales have taken me in since. I don't remember anything before the accident. Apparently I had moved to Forks three months prior to the crash. I guess life can really change a lot in two years alone.
I settled in with the Hales quite well, if I may so. They made things a lot of easier for me – Jasper and Rosalie took me under their wing at school. I also had Tanya, who patiently supported me throughout the ordeal while everyone was gossiping about my parents. I was really glad I had such great friends. I was surprised when Tanya asked me to be her boyfriend. To be perfectly honest, it irked me a little that she had asked – I always felt that it was the guy's duty to ask the girl, but she called me silly and old-fashioned for thinking in that way. Everything went smoothly, but honestly, something was always nagging me at the back of mind. Every once in awhile, I would dream about a life I had never know, and I couldn't help but wonder what if those dreams were more than dreams. What if they were past memories?
I never dared talk to Rosalie or Jasper about my dreams, because whenever I brought up my past life, Rosalie would go on a rampage, and Jasper seemed pained. I didn't understand, but I assumed that there was something painful in my past that they were protecting me from, so I dropped the subject. Regardless, I could never shrug of the feeling of being incomplete, but I tried not to let the fact that it bothered me show on my face. I didn't want anyone worrying and pitying me.
But now there was Bella. There was something about her that I couldn't quite place. It was a ridiculous thought, but I wondered if she could have been someone I knew before the accident. I slumped onto my bed, and closed my eyes. Maybe I would ask her the next time I saw her.
A/N: Can you believe this is all still the first day? Review please!