A week past and Bella's first day at a new school had finally come. She was hoping to drive there in her new truck with Jacob, but he already went to school on his people's reserve. Upon parking, she looked around to try and adjust to this new environment. Bella reached into her book bag and pulled out a map of the building to help find her way around.

Upon entry, she was immediately greeted by one of the male students, "You're...Isabella Swan, the new girl! Hi, I'm Eric, the eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide? Lunch date? Shoulder to cry on?"

Bella was flattered, but not enough to be totally convinced, "Umm...I'm really kinda the more...'suffer in silence' type."

"Good headline for your feature." Eric commented, "I'm on the paper and you're news, baby. Front page!"

Bella stuttered in surprise, "No I'm not! You-please don't...have any sort of-"

"Whoah, whoah, chillax!" Eric assured her, "no feature."

She smiled in relief, "Okay."

Gym came fast and without warning. All of the girls had been drafted into a period-long game of Vollyball, and Bella was no exception. She stood there in her spot for a while, waiting for the ball to come her way. When it finally did, she used the full force of her right hand, hitting one of the boys playing Basketball on the other side of the gym.

Bella ran up to him immediately, "I'm sorry. I told them not to let me play."

The boy looked up at her and smiled, "Oh. N-no that's...you're, uh, Isabella, right?"

"Just Bella."

"Yeah, uh...I'm Mike. Newton."

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

One of the other girls ran up to the two, "She's got a great spike, huh? I'm Jessica, by the way. Hey, you're from Arizona, right?"

Bella nodded, "Yeah"

Jessica continued, "Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be, like, really tan?"

"Yeah. Maybe that's why they kicked me out."

Mike and Jessica laughed, complementing on Bella's joke. And like that, the three of them went back to their games.

Soon it was time for lunch and every kid in school was eating either in the mess hall or some other part of the school. Mike showed Bella to the group table where Eric and Jessica were conversing.

Eric looked up in glee, "Hey, Mikey, you met my home girl, Bella!"

Mike's delightful expression changed, "Oh, your home girl, eh?"

Another boy suddenly ran up to the table, "My girl!" kissed Bella on the cheek and dashed off with Mike hot on his tail.

Jessica chuckled, "Oh my god. It's like first grade all over again and you're the shiny, new toy."

"Smile!" another girl said taking a photo of Bella, "Sorry. I needed a candid for the teacher."

"The feature's dead, Angela." replied Eric,"Don't bring it up again!"

Soon after Eric walked off, Angela sighed, "Guess we'll have to run an editorial on teen drinking."

Bella decided to contribute, "You know you can always go for eating disorders or speedo padding on the swim team."

"Actually, that's a good one." Angela commented.

Jessica agreed, "Krik? Right? That's exactly what I thought."

"We're talking 'Olympic Size'."

The two sat there giggling while Bella just sat there trying to finish her lunch. But not far off, unknown to either of them, sat a small GPX BCDW9815CNP boombox all by it's lonesome. Suddenly, it quickly opened up on all sides, becoming some sort of skeletal, insect-like robot. After checking to see if it was clear or not, it scurried across the floor of the mess hall, avoid any and all human contact, until it was about only a few steps away from where Bella was sitting. At which point it switched on the x-ray feature on it's optics and took a close look inside Bella's book bag. Just when it was about to give up, it finally found the palmtop computer she'd picked up the other day. Fearing it's cover was in danger of being blown, the small robot changed back into it's boombox form and waited for the students to clear out.

The end of the day finally came and not a moment too soon for Bella who couldn't wait to tell Charlie all about it. She of course had to organize some of her belongings before she could leave in her truck. She placed her book bag on the edge of the cargo space and began sorting through her papers when one of the students came speeding out of control toward her. Not thinking straight from sheer panic, she curled up into a beetle position with her hands out in front. She thought she was dead, in fact she should've, but fate had plans for her. When she opened her eyes she saw that she'd been saved by what appeared to be a yellow 1976 Chevrolet Comaro without a driver. Before she could do anything about it, the car just drove off on it's own. The other students didn't bother to noticed it as they were just thankful that Bella was alright.

Charlie stormed into the emergency room to check up on his daughter, "Bella, you alright?"

"I'm fine, dad." she calmly said.

"I'm sorry, Bella." said the other student from the parking lot on the stretcher over, "I tried to stop but I panicked."

"I know." she replied, "It's okay."

"No." said Charlie, "It's surely as hell not okay."

"Dad, it wasn't his fault."

"You could've been killed. You understand that?"

"Yes, but I wasn't, so..."

The physician had entered the room around this time, "I heard the chief's daughter was in."

Charlie turned in his direction, "Ah, Dr. Cullen."

"Charlie" he picked up the clipboard on Bella's stretcher and read it for a while, "Well, Bella, looks like it's quite a spill. How do you feel?"

"Good." she answered.

Dr. Cullen then had her look into his small flashlight, "You might experience some post-dramatic stress or disorientation, but your vitals look good. No signs of any head trauma. I think you'll be just fine."

Bella knew what she was going to say was stupid, but she said it anyway, "You know, it would've been a whole lot worse if that yellow comaro wasn't there to shield me."

A puzzled look grew on Charlie's face, "Yellow comaro?"

"Yeah, it was amazing." she answered, "It got to me so fast, without a driver even."

"Sounds like you were very lucky." Dr. Cullen commented.

Charlie and Bella later stopped by at the local steak house for a quick , one of the waitresses recognized Bella.

"I just can't get over how grown up you are." the waitress admitted, "And so gorgeous."

"Hey, Bella. You remember me?" said an old man just coming around the corner, "I played Santa one year."

"Yeah. Waylon, she hasn't had a Christmas here since she was four." Charlie commented.

"I made a big impression, didn't I?"

"You always do."

Bella was soon able to recall, "Butt-crack Santa?"

All four of them chuckled as Waylon walked off.

"As soon as you're done, I'll bring you your favorite." said the waitress, "Your dad still has it. Every Thursday."

"Thank you" Bella said handing her back the menu.

Charlie was just sitting there cutting his steak when he finally spoke, "We should probably call your mom about your little close call."

"You tell her." Bella said,"She'll probably just freak out as well."

Charlie then stopped cutting his steak to hand Bella some ketchup for her fries. Fortunately, she was able to get it herself.

That night in her new room Bella was on the phone with her mother, Renee, who was having difficulty starting her trip with Phil.

Hey, baby." Renee answered from the airport, "So listen, it's spring break, my power cord ran away, screaming, but if everything goes well, we could be moving to Florida."

Bella was glad her hair-brained mother hadn't changed a bit, "I miss you."

"Oh, baby, I miss you to. But tell me more about your school. What are the kids like? Are there any cute guys? Are they being nice to you?"

"Well, they're all very welcoming."

"Uh-oh." Renee could tell these sort of problems, "Tell me all about it."

"It doesn't even matter."

"Yes it does, honey."

"I've got homework to do. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you to."

Bella didn't enjoy keeping stuff from her mother, but just the very thought of her reaction to something like a living car was too much. Bella lied down to try getting a grip, but more she tried to fight it, the more the image of that yellow comaro haunted her. Unfortunately, that was the least of her problems. Just outside her window, in the bushes on the other side of the street, the small, skeletal robot from school was peeking in on her. Using it's audio-transmitters, it sent out a binary message saying, "Target relocked, now in possession of pubescent female." The message went straight to an even larger robot with a blue/silver color scheme and resembling something of a futuristic satellite.

"Soundwave acknowledges." it spoke in a deep, gravelly tone, "Pursue her retrieve it."