Purple Giraffes!! How cool would it be if giraffes were purple instead of yellow and brown? But why are giraffes yellow? Did you guys know flamingos are pink because they eat shrimp!

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Chapter 4:

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep!

God, I fucking hate alarm clocks, especially the kind that make noise. I grudgingly got up from my comfortable bed to get ready for school.

I looked out the window. Charlie's cruiser wasn't in the driveway anymore. He probably has to head to work early. We wouldn't want all those Forkian criminals to break out of jail in the wee hours of the morning.

I blasted Nine Inch nails from my small iPod speakers, just to wake me up, get the blood flowing. Speaking of flowing blood. . . I was getting thirsty. Probably have some good animals in the forests somewhere near here that I should check out.

Beep, Beep, Beep!

"How the hell do you turn off that stupid alarm?!" I yelled into the empty house. Not even a whole day here and I was already going insane.

Now the house phone was ringing. I jogged downstairs and picked up the receiver just in time.

"Hello?"

"Anthony!"

"Hey Renee." She worries too much.

"I've been calling your cell phone for the last thirty minutes! Are you okay? Are you at home? How's Charlie? Not being too weird?"

Ohhhh, so it was my phone that kept ringing, no the alarm. Whoops.

"Say something Anthony! Your scaring me.'

I told you she worries too much.

"Hey I'm fine, I just woke up, no nothing's weird, and of course I'm at Charlie's, how else could I answer the phone?"

"Well kids and technology these days, I don't know! I just wanted to say good luck and have fun on your first day of Forks High."

Fun?

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Anytime but I'm sorry honey, I have to go make Phil breakfast." Poor Phil. "I love you1 I'll talk to you later tonight."

"Yeah, luv ya too, bye."

Shit. It was already 7: 48. School starts in ten minutes. I ran back upstairs and threw on the first thing my hands grabbed out of the dark closet. I went towards the bathroom, tripped on my own feet, cursed, and then laughed at myself. More proof that I might be going more insane than I already am.

My hair has always been untamable. In other words, I just brushed my teeth and made sure the hair had that messy look all the girls supposedly loved.

I came out wearing my purple To Write love On Her Arms t-shirt and my usual jeans and Chuck Taylors. I almost didn't bother grabbing a jacket but decided that in Forks, sweaters and jackets are more normal.

After locking up the front door, I jumped onto my bike and sped off to my new school.

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It was already 8: 05 when I parked my bike. Well whatever, maybe they'll go easy on me since I'm the new kid.

The halls were empty as I walked to the office for my schedule. An elderly woman with red and gray hair and a name tag that said Mrs. Cope was the first to officially greet and welcome me.

"Welcome sweetie! You must be Chief Swan's grandson and our newest member here!"

No, I'm a terrorist from Afghanistan.

"Oh well yeah, that's correct Ma'am." I decided to just answer back politely.

"Here is a map of the school for you, just in case. Let me go print out your schedule."

My school back in Florida was at least three times larger, I think I would manage, I wanted to say but I ended up settling with another polite "thank you"

"Is it Anthony Swan, dear?" She needed my name to type it into the school records.

"It's Cullen, actually. Anthony Cullen."

Mrs. Cope paused over her keyboard and looked up at me over her desk with a look of shock and . . . recognition, almost. As if she shouldv'e known or already did and didn't want to admit it. If only I could read minds or something. It was weird to say the least. I wanted to get out of there.

"Here you go.' She handed me what I needed, but now she had a sweet grandmotherly smile on her face.

"Thanks." I mumbled and walked out the door.

English was my first period, apparently with a Mr. Bradley, might as well get it over with then. I found the right classroom and everyone turned around in their desks to see who interrupted class, talk about movie cliché.

"Ah, you must be our new student." Mr. Bradley looked young, maybe late twenties. He actually seemed happy to be teaching.

"Go ahead and take a seat anywhere you'd like, we were just about to discuss Romeo and Juliet."

A collective moan went through the room, I didn't mind.

"Ohh come on! It's a classic!" Mr. B laughed well naturedly.

The bell finally rang after a hour, class went fast mostly due to the fact that I was staring out the window, thinking.

"Hey! My name is Newton, Zack Newton. You're Anthony, right?"

The name's Bond. James Bond.

Some preppy looking guy came up to me as I opened my locker. He had light blonde hair and looked like he was trying too hard. Apparently his name was Zack. I needed to know at least one person here anyways.

"Yeah, right, I'm Anthony."

"Welcome to Forks. I hear that you're from Florida. That must be quite a transition."

Wow, the guy knew the word transition. He was obviously trying to get the dirt in me, share my 'story'. Fine, I'll give him a story to pass along.

"Yeah but it was either Washington with old gramps or a cell in a state jail after I almost killed this guy back home, so I'm pretty lucky I guess."

I grabbed the books I needed and walked away to my next class. Newton was still standing there, mouth open, looking shaken. Loser.

Second and third period went by just as first as first. I met Ben Cheney Jr. in History. He was a cool guy. He was kind of shy but friendly and a good person to make real conversation with. Ben was also one of the few that didn't ask about Florida, why I moved, my family, and my parents. I think I respected him more because of that. Way better than that Newton guy, in other words.

We were in the cafeteria now, getting trays of food. "You can sit with us if you'd like," Ben said while steering me to a table with a few other kids already sitting down. Zack was one of those kids, but I could tolerate him.

"Hey Junior. What's up, Tony?"

I hate it when people think I like the nickname Tony.

"Nothing's up, Zacky and its Anthony, get it right next time."

"Oh. Uhm yeah sorry about that, man."

Ben and I took our places at the table. "Did he just call you Junior?" I asked my new friend.

I didn't reply to what he was saying, honestly I stopped listening. Something else caught my eye from across the cafeteria. It was a group of four people. They were vampires, obviously, well obvious to me anyways. Paler than me, this was already a feat and stunningly beautiful. Yup, definitely vamps.

They looked like complete opposites though. There was a short, pixie-like girl with spiked hair and a always happy and optimistic kind of smile. A tall blonde model that looked confident and arrogant. And two men sitting across from them, one with dark curly hair and massive muscles, the other was blonde but more lean.

They were sitting on a cafeteria table just like the rest of us, except with no food and they seemed more secluded at a table with no one close to surrounding the.

They were also staring right at me.

"Hey Ben, are they students here?" I knew the answer already, but I wanted the dirt on them now and this was a small town.

"Uh no, actually. I don't think I've ever seen them in Forks before"

Ben asked around the table to see if anybody had noticed the four of them before, but none of the freshman had apparently and now we were all confused. Who were they? What would they want in Fork, Washington, of al places?

"How 'bout you Anthony, have you ever met them since you've got here?" Another guy from the table asked me. I knew his last name was Yorkie, his first name escaped me.

"No," I said, but I want to.