Hi!!!!! I was surprised when I looked in my mail and had a handful of reviews and bunch of favorites and alerts!!! I was just writing this story because I was skiing and I was daydreaming, like usual, while watching the snow boarders. So I came up with the accident and the first few chappies! But I have been having writers block lately, soo, I would appreciate some suggestions!!! Like ideas for a few chapters!! Also, Bella's not clumsy, just VERY unlucky. I really don't like the "Damsels in distress" thing in all of the fan fics, they are very good, but I couldn't root for this stereotype. Wellll . . . I've probably bored you enough with this authors note . . . Also, if you have any cool bands please tell me, I'm in a music crazy stage and I need new tunes!!

Bellas POV

I have moved away from my old life, severing old ties with my friends. I am 18 and am starting my senior year of high school, 2 months late. After paying my hospital bill I have had to skim off many meals a week. Two new students are coming to the school, right after me. I have made enemies with Lauren, Jessica, and their posse.

"Watch where you're going!" someone yelled at me as I bumped into them by mistake and they sent me sprawling with all of my papers scattered around me.

"Hello! Are you deaf!" she ranted at me when I just stood up and picked up all of my belongings. She shoved me into a locker, and me not having breakfast or dinner the night before fell easy, I was weak, poor, and hated.

"Get up!" she yelled at me as I struggled to get up with all of my stuff. A crowd had formed and I was shaking. I couldn't afford nice thick warm jackets, on the thin used of the poorest poor person. People were staring at me as I stayed in my place on the floor by the lockers.

She stalked away seeing there was no reason to pick on the walking dead.

The crowd slowly dispersed leaving me there.

"Move." said a sweet voice and I looked up to see a very handsome stranger, he had bronze hair and shocking green eyes. "Didn't you hear me, I said move!" he was getting mad.

I tried and couldn't. He, getting annoyed grabbed the tops of my arms like I was a toddler picked me up and moved me over. I saw a look of shock flash across his face when he felt how light I was.

I finally was able to get up after he left and stumbled to the restroom where I stayed for the rest of the day.

Its been two weeks since the "incident" and people continued to shoot me worried glances. Even the teacher noticed. Working was out of the question, I could and would but I can't. My friends were probably looking for me and jobs have interviews with names. I could get a job in a few months, when they would at latest give up.

Edwards POV

I saw a crowd gather around the place where my locker was. I approached curiously and was completely shocked at what I saw.

There was a rather large girl pushing a brown haired girl that looked as if she hadn't had a proper meal for a while. But half of the girls at this school were like that. Also I had a feeling of recognition when I saw her.

The larger girls, whos name I think was Helen, pushed the brunette into the locker, my locker, where she crumpled. Helen left after watching the girl struggle to get up.

This town wasn't rich but we could afford many luxury items, while this girl was in a paper thin jacket. The crowd, around the one sided fight that had just happened, disappeared.

The girl stayed there trying to get up but eventually just sat there. I walked up to her and said rudely "Move!" she looked up and I saw her eyes were flowong never ending chocolate pits of emotions. Not taking in anything else I said again, "Didn't you hear me? I said move!"

She tried and I saw that and me, like usual, getting annoyed grabbed her by the tops of her arms and picked her up.

Shock crossed my face as I realized how light she was. She couldn't be more than 70 pounds! I opened my locker gathered my things and left. When I was turning the corner of the hall I saw her trying to get up and finally achieving it with shaky legs.

Hi!! Welll . . . I know it's kind of like the "Damsel in distress" thing but this is different. She's not clumsy ALL of the time falling romantically into his arms or swooning at the sight of him. And that's how I like it. Alice and Rose are going to come back into the story, don't worry, and I have finally gottenout some writing!!!

Love Yadoodledoo,

Charlie

P.S. Charlie is my nick name. It's the nick name of the male name of my name!! Confusing, eh?