Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Back in the locker room after the fire drill, Bella turned from her locker as she pulled her shirt over her head. Two or three girls were looking her way and the looks were not friendly. She turned back, wondering what could be the problem. Looking down. she noticed her lacy pink bra, stretched tautly over her recently grown breasts. They were almost spilling over, giving the impression of a pushup bra. Bella hadn't known she would have to change for gym, and it wasn't her fault that all her clothes from Arizona were suddenly tighter in all the right places. Her mom had been in such a rush to ship her off, it just wasn't a good time to ask for new clothes. Charlie had kindly taken her clothes shopping over the weekend, but Bella had been too embarrassed to ask for new lingerie.

Oh well, looks like a trip to Port Angeles is in order this weekend, Bella sighed and slammed her locker shut. She missed Renee with a pang, realizing there was no one to share her "girl moments" with anymore.

Art class was a breeze, and the art room felt like home, with the familiar smells of oil paint, pencil dust, and glue. Bella lost herself in her drawing, following an assignment given to her by the teacher to assess her interests and style. She had to illustrate elements of her life in a way that made sense to her, and was free to use whatever medium she chose. Being most comfortable with pencil and paper, Bella was glad to be relegated to a corner table to work in silence. The hubbub of the locker room and the fire drill receded into the distance.

Suddenly, her reverie was interrupted by the bell, so she rolled up her paper with a rubber band, returned the pencils to the jar, and made her way between the tables and out the door.

On to shop, Bella thought, I wonder if there'll be any cute guys there.

Bella walked into auto shop class as the bell rang, and quickly saw that she was the only girl in the room. This could be very good or very bad, she thought.

The shop teacher, Mr. Wilson, was a kindly older man, and wore a threadbare flannel shirt tucked into jeans that were held up by suspenders. From the twinkle in his eye when he introduced her to the class, Bella could tell he was unused to females in the shop, but not unhappy about it.

Bella was assigned to shadow another student as he worked to change the oil on an old Chevy in the corner. Sam was tall, dark, and broad, and seemed much too old and worldly to be in high school. Half hidden under the car, he asked what brought her to Forks, and Bella decided to answer truthfully:

I got caught joyriding with some friends, so my mom shipped me off to live with my dad.

Bella heard a wrench drop and then Sam slid out from underneath the car. He looked her up and down, speculatively, and said:

Looks like Arizona's loss is our gain.

Bella smiled and turned away quickly so he wouldn't see her blush. As class continued with a mini lecture, Bella noticed Sam whispering to some other guys, who then looked at her a bit differently too. She suddenly felt exposed, stripped bare by their gazes, and knew she was a sham. She was no tough chick, and certainly didn't know how to handle such blatant male admiration. She couldn't take back her story without sounding like a fool, so she decided to play it cool and hope for the best. But walking out of the classroom, Bella could feel the heat of their stares, and was suddenly conscious of her natural wiggle. She had always had it, something to do with her knees or hips her mom had said. Spastic as she was, trying to change her walk had just caused more mishaps. Being naturally scrawny, until recently at least, her wiggle hadn't caused her much trouble. Things were changing though, that was for certain.

Bella felt like a bird released from a cage as she rushed out of the school toward her truck. Eager to get home and retreat to her room in the attic of Charlie's house, she peeled out of the parking lot before the other students could even start their cars. Driving along, Bella thought again of Edward. How was she going to find out more about him?

And what about Sam? Bella thought. He might be dangerous too. Oh, I am so stupid! She cursed herself for her big mouth. Then it occurred to her; being the daughter of the police chief could come in handy. After all, Charlie knew everyone in this small town. Bella grimaced as she drove, plotting ways to get info out of her dad over dinner without letting him know anything was wrong. Upset as she was by the sudden relo, she didn't want to disrupt her dad's life any more than she already had just by being here.

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