See how much I love you guys? I wrote this in the packed departure lounge of Prestwick Airport because my flight was delayed FOUR HOURS!!

DISCLAIMER: (Hurray she FINALLY remembers…) Me no own Twilight. I'm just borrowing them :)

BELLA POV

It was going to be one of those days.

I could just tell.

When I woke up in the morning, Charlie, my dad, had already left for his work. He was the police chief of the small town of Forks. My new home.

Don't get me wrong: I loved my dad to pieces and god knows I'd missed him, but it wasn't exactly a dream come true that I was now staying with him in the Olympic Peninsula and the rainiest place in the United States.

I mean I'd only lived here for a few months after I was born before my mom had run off with me to where the sun shone all year round. Here they had an average 7 days of sunshine a year AN: I don't know if that's right, but it sounds low doesn't it? 7 days out of 365 days?

Since then I'd never really returned to Forks: instead my dad vacationed with me in California in the sunshine.

So it had come as a shock to him when I decided to move here.

Truth be told, it was still a bit of a shock to me that I'd decided to move here too.

I sighed into my mug of tea. Time for me to go to my new school.

I quickly washed my cup and locked the front door, hiding the key under the doormat like my dad asked me too.

You'd think a police officer would be more rigid about security but not Charlie. He was as laid back as they came really, which was one good thing about living with him.

Charlie seemed really happy about me moving here: so much so that he'd bought me a new car- well a new-ish truck. And despite the fact that it was second hand and a pretty old model, I loved it to pieces. It was deep red with a bulbous front and that real American-Car feel to it.

Forks High School was a pretty easy place to find because in a generic small town like Forks, you could find everything you wanted through a turning in the highway.

When I arrived at school, the parking lot was practically empty apart from a few rusty cars that must have belonged to teachers.

I stepped out into the frigid air and pulled my parka around me tighter as I looked around at my new school for the first time.

The building lacked the authority of a proper school. It was too homey, too small, too personal. I shivered. I had a feeling I wasn't going to enjoy this at all.

By the time I'd gotten all my papers and official stuff from the school office, the parking lot had filled up with family cars and beat up wrecks.

That cheered me up a little.

It wasn't unusual for kids at my old school in Arizona to show up with new BMWs and Gucci handbags: at least here there wouldn't be any snobby kids to deal with.

But then at my old school there were more kids in my year than there were in the entire high school here. And worse, the kids here had grown up with each other, known each other since before they could talk.

I was an outsider.

Maybe they didn't want the police chief's estranged daughter intruding in their fragile ecosystem.

Saying a silent prayer, I left the safety of the car park and headed towards the red brick building which was to be my school for the next two years.

Heads turned to follow me as I scanned the buildings for any indication as to where I was supposed to be headed. I avoided meeting people's eyes and instead kept my IPOD earphones in my ears. Linkin Park blasted loudly, drowning out everything else in this gray town.

It also helped that this school was less than half the size of my old one. It was the kind of place you look around once and then you could find your way through it in your sleep.

I was the first one sitting in Homeroom, seated in a seat in the back before the bell had even rung.

When students began pouring in, I saw them out of the corner of my eye: getting a good look at the new girl, some even trying to catch my eye.

"Hey," I heard from beside me where a blonde boy was now sitting. He was quite good-looking, wearing a charming smile on his face.

"Hi," I replied shyly.

"Name's Mike," he said as he held out his hand for me to shake, "You're Isabella Swan, right?"

I shook his hand with a firm grip, "Call me Bella. How did you know my name anyway?"

He laughed a little and that put me at ease. "Small town like Forks? Everyone knows everyone's business!"

I laughed a little and sincerely hoped he was kidding or just very very wrong.

I really wasn't the kind if girl who wanted her dirty laundry aired out in front of the neighbors. Not that I was the kind of girl who had stuff to hide either but still. It was an unnerving thought.

Not many people were brave enough to talk to me but I met a nice girl called Angela during period one English. She seemed as shy as me, but she was pretty cool to talk to. Definitely the kind of girl I could be friends with.

The day was pretty normal as far as first days go.

Except for third period Calculus.

I'd introduced myself to the teacher like I had been doing all morning and sat down at my assigned seat near the front of the class.

Same ol' same ol', right? Wrong.

You know that paranoid feeling you sometimes get when you think someone is watching you?

That's how I felt then entire way through Calculus.

My teacher, Mr. Varner, hadn't stopped talking since everyone sat down and the register was taken. My hand was cramping up and I had enough notes now to get me through an entire semester I think.

Get a grip Bella I told myself. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

Mr. Varner moved onto a topic I'd already covered in Arizona and I jumped at the chance to take a look around the room and put my paranoia to rest.

Mike was sitting beside me, biting his lips as he tried to understand what the teacher was saying. I saw Angela sitting across the room as well; though she seemed to be doing miles better than Mike was at the moment.

Then something in the back of the room caught my eye.

There was a boy sitting at the back table, his head resting on his muscled forearms. He wasn't even bothering pretending to take notes.

His hair was almost red; but more brown, no bronze. It was tousled and messy as if he'd just rolled out of bed and into school. Very sexy.

Wait, what did I just say? Jeez, Bells. Snap out of it.

But it was his green eyes that really captured my attention. They were bright pools of green and they were fixed on my dull, flat brown ones, like slashes of mud in a pale heart shaped face.

And he was looking straight at me.

I looked down at my paper again and pretended to take notes. My heart was beating really fast and I had no idea why. My face was bright red- I was forever blushing to my eternal embarrassment

When the bell rung a little later, I hadn't calmed down much.

"May I escort you to your next class?" Mike said with a flashing smile. I smiled back, more out of courtesy than out of flattery.

Before I walked out of the door I snuck one last glance at the strange guy in the back.

He was talking to the girl who was sitting beside him and they were smiling.

She was really pretty too, in a punky rebel way. Her black hair was short and spiked and her eyes were the most amazing deep blue, almost purple. She looked like she was the kind of girl who was a size 0 naturally and had the good looks as well.

Strangely, I felt a pang of jealousy at her luck: sitting next to a guy like the teen god beside her with emerald eyes.

Then she giggled the kind of laugh every girl would kill for.

My self confidence hit rock bottom: what was I thinking anyway? Of course a guy like him wouldn't be single. Someone like him could probably snap his fingers and have a new girl on his arm.

Mike sat beside me in my next class as well. We talked pretty much the entire way through Spanish whilst the teacher lisped on and on.

"What are you doing for lunch? You could sit with me and my friends if you want," Mike asked me.

"Yeah sure," I said. The idea of sitting alone at a table in a busy lunch room in a strange school was a scary prospect. And he was a nice guy, maybe a bit too interested in me but I could always do something about that later.

The lunch hall was packed by the time we got there. The sight of all these strange people made me feel suddenly sick with chronic shyness so I settled for an apple and a soda and followed Mike to his table.

He introduced me to everyone there with a smug grin, like he was winning a medal for knowing me before the rest of them.

Although everyone here was nice, it was rather boring.

Precisely like Forks was so no big surprise.

Yep. Life here was going to be very pretty predictable from now on…

This chapter just kinda popped into my head so it may be a few more chapters before some Edward-Jacob bonding time.

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Next chapter is Alice's plan put into action (Bahaha) and it's already written…

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