Its just so unusual that he could hate me so instantly and without any provocation. I began to gather up my things trying not to damage my things. I couldn't help the anger that boiled inside me- I took a deep breath to prevent the tears that i know would spill- I usually cried when i am angry. Quite a humiliating habit.

"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" a male voice asked.

I looked up and saw a cute, baby-faced boy, his light blonde hair glued into prefect spikes, his smile grew slightly wider as i looked at him. He obviously didn't have any problems with me.

"Bella" I corrected him ,with a friendly smile.

"I'm Mike"

"Hi Mike"

"Do you need help finding your next class?"

"I'm headed to gym actually, i think i can find it"

"That's my next class,too." He seemed thrilled by this, even though it wasn't a a huge surprise in a school this small.

He walked next to me chatting away- its good he talked because the more he did the more i didn't have to. I listened to him though with interest. He lived in California till he was ten, so he had a understanding of how it felt to move from the sun to rain. I've been to California six times and i have to say Arizona is still sunnier.

But as we entered the gym, he asked "So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that."

I cringed both mentally and i wasn't the only one to notice and apparently the only person who's gotten that reaction out of him.

"Who are you talking about?" I asked i didn't have a clue what he was on about.

"The boy who sat next to you in Biology"

"Oh"

"he looked as if he was in pain or something"

"I don't know," I responded. "I never spoke to him." I think if i did he would have just ignored me and continued to stare at me with that murderous glare.

"Hes a weird guy" Mike lingered by me instead of going into the boys changing rooms. I can agree there is something ordinary about Edward Cullen but I'm hardly one to judge. "If i were lucky enough to sit next to you i would have talked to you."

I smiled at him before walking through the girls locker room Mike was friendly it didn't help my irritation. Coach clapp found me a uniform that i could wear for PE. He didn't make me play today though. Instead i just observed the game of volleyball.

PE is a risky thing for me to do. No matter what something will try its best to harm me in anyway and that always end up with me accidentally moving to fast to get out of the way or freezing the entire room. Its not like when i can freeze the room i can move out of harms way because there will always be someone who notices. So instead i just have to take the pain.

When the final bell rang i got up quickly to avoid anyone wanting to chat. Its not that i don't like talking to them ,but i just really want to go home and relax.I rush to get to the office and the Strong wind whips my hair around my face. At least it isn't raining.

When i walk into the office i immediately release a sigh as the warmth hits me. I take one step only to retract it and step back again.

Edward Cullen stood at the desk talking to Mr's what i picked up on there conversation he was trying to switch from his Biology class to anything else. He didn't notice i was here so i just leaned against the wall and waited until the receptionist was free.

Surely i cant be the cause of his behavior. He doesn't even know a single thing about me. Yet he is desperately trying to switch from his Biology class- the only class he has with about his behavior towards me makes any sense.

The door opened and a girl came rushing in. The wind whipped through the small office bringing in the musky smell of the forest with it. The girl didn't say a word just put a piece of paper in the wired basked then left again.

When my eyes fell back on Edward Cullen i could see how stiff his posture was. He slowly turned his head towards me and glared at me. His eyes were so black i could barely make out the pupils. He only looked at me for a second but in that second i felt a jolt of fear that made the hairs on my arms stick up like turned back to face the receptionist.

"Never mind then" he said tightly- his voice like velvet. " I can see that it is impossible. Thank you for your help."He turned on his heel storming out of the office without looking my way again.

I walked over to the desk trying to block out the image of Edward Cullen's murderous glare. I handed over the slip to Mrs cope.

"How was your day dear" She asked smiling.

"Okay" I lied and i could tell she knew it was as well.

When i got to my truck it started to rain so i got the engine going as fast as i could. I turned the heater on as far as i would go and made my way to the new house. My mind was swimming trying to figure out what happened today. I tried to focus on the road and soon enough i pulled up to the curb outside the House.

The next day was better ,but somehow it was also worse.

It was better because the rain had stopped and the clouds were dense and opaque. It was easier today because people didn't pay me as much attention and i knew what to expect when Mike and Eric helped me around school ,sending each other glares behind my back.I sat with the big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica and several other people whose names and faces were now familiar.

It was worse because i was tired; no matter how many times i tired to sleep the wind continued to echo around the house. It was worse because tried to call me out when i wasn't paying attention-thankfully i knew the answer ,but he continued to ask me questions all maths lesson. It was also miserable because I had to play volleyball and of course i got hit in the head pretty hard. I also did some damage to the other players by hitting the ball too hard out of it was worse because Edward Cullen wasn't in school.

All morning i was dreading having to see his bizarre glare. There was a part of me that wanted to confront him and demand to know what the hell his problem was. Then there was the other part of me was to just forget about it and wait until i have to move again, then i wouldn't have to deal with i was lying in bed last night i even tried to think about what kind of things i would say. I wasn't afraid to do it but something about him just made me cower away.

But when i walked into the cafeteria my eyes landed on the table which only insisted of four wasn't with them and my mood immediately dropped. I really wanted to just see if he would glare at me again just so i would have some sort of confidence to confront him about it .

Mike came over and lead me and Jessica towards the rest of the group. I couldn't listen to what they were talking about i was to anxious to see if he would walk in. The rest of his siblings weren't eating or speaking they were simply acting the same as yesterday. I wanted him to prove my point that he did hate me and i wanted to be able to demand to know why.

He didn't come by the time the bell rang and my tense posture seemed to dim. I walked to biology with Mike who was acting as my own personal guide soon as i saw my empty lab desk i knew that he wasn't coming. I finally let out a breath and just tried to relax. Mike followed me to my desk and talked about a trip to the beach.

Once school was over i tried to get inside the nurse office to see how that poor girl was. Stupid volleyball. I could see it coming straight for my face and mind was to occupied with thoughts. The Adrenalin of the fear i feel is mostly what makes my power work so when i rose my hands to defend my face everything froze.

Thank god nobody was watching but it did give me a couple seconds before the freeze wore off and i had to hit it. Since the ball didn't hit me the bad luck go passed on to which ever girl received the blow to the head on the other team.

The nurse informed me that she would pass on my message but that i couldn't go in the room as she was trying to rest. I left it and that and just got into my truck. As i waited in the line to get out of the parking lot i saw the two blonde haired hales join the Cullen's inside the Volvo. There car was facing my way so as i passed by i could see there eyes trained on me. I kept my eyes straight as i drove out of the parking lot.

They seemed to be a family of wealth, as you tell from there designer labeled cloths and shiny new Volvo. They had the looks and the money. Its probably why they were outcasts so much because people felt self conscience in there presence.

When i got home both Charlie and Renee weren't home so i decided to spend my time reading my favorite book again.