AN: If you are one of those whom absolutely hates it wher there are mistakes, I can tell you right now that are good chances there will be mistakes. But if you are that obsessed, write them down and I will changed it.

Sleep

I knew it was still in the early stages of morning when I awoke. I felt uncomfortable and realised I had not changed into my pyjamas, still being in my jeans. I looked at my nightstand and realised it was 3 in the morning. I sit up and rub my eyes. My knee still hurts but it wasn't as bad as it was the previous day, or afternoon, rather. I realise, with relief that I have gym in the morning and there was no way I could participate with my knee. The joy that washed over me, knowing that I wouldn't have to injure and completely embarrassing myself further when everyone realises I'm a complete spaz when it comes to sports, was unbelievable.

I get out of my bed, walk over to the closet and rummage through it, in my search for the items in question. It took longer than I envisioned, even when I turned the light on. I feel my teeth have a layer on them, probably by the fact that I hadn't brushed them before I fell asleep. As I walk into the bathroom and turn on the light, the sharpness burns my eyes and I turn it down, using the dimmer.

Feeling not tired at all anymore, I wash my face. Looking up; I see a difference in my features. In the morning my face was… lifeless. Big bags under my eyes, dead eyes, haystack-like hair and much too pale skin. Now, however, there were hardly any sign of bags under my eyes. My skin was still pale but it didn't look unhealthy this time. As for my hair, well, I couldn't help that but it didn't look ugly with it not brushed and messy, I kind of liked it like this.

It had been a while since I had looked like this. Not dead, not unhealthy, but… I didn't have a word for it. The closest I could come to was hopeful. Did I look hopeful? Did I feel hopeful?

Sighing, I retrieved into my bedroom, realising I had been changing and face washing for 40 minutes. Had I really been looking that long at myself? That was… disturbing and egocentric. I didn't normally spend much of my time checking myself out. But I didn't really care; it was just me in here. I relaxed into my bed, letting my head fall onto the pillows. But sleep would not come to me, it seemed.

I laid down and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. I was as immobile as stone with my hands lying on my stomach. I was sure my eyes would burn if I didn't blink soon. It was like you saw in the movies. The main character couldn't sleep and just plainly stared up at the ceiling "thinking" about the problem that he or she was having. I was that character, except the only thing I was "thinking" about was random thoughts that cursed though my head at the moment. None of which had anything to do with anything substantial.

Like; I needed to go grocery shopping tomorrow. The fridge was still empty as a cave since, assumed; my father hadn't taken that into account and shopped before returning home last night. He usually ate at work or bought something on the way over there. I continued musing for another half hour, or so I thought. But no matter how hard I tried, sleep would not come to me. And when my clocked turned 5 I sighed. It was just another hour until I actually had to get up and so; I took a shower. I took a longer one this time, really making every minute count.

As I dried off and threw on some dark blue jeans, not skinny this time, a white Rolling Stones concert t-shirt and dark green converses and another one of my front-zipped-hoodies. I still had some problem walking normally and the trip down the stairs proved to be difficult but I managed to get down without any major accident. My father was already gone, which didn't surprise me one bit.

I didn't start until 9 and it was still 7.30. What to do with the time? I mused to myself.

Knowing my stomach was about to ache, it was best to get going and buy some breakfast on my way to school. I grabbed my bag, a different one since yesterday, I didn't need a repeat of that, and I was out the door. I took it easy down the porch steps, they were slippery from… – oh – the rain! Again with the freaking wetness that sipped from the gray and lifeless clouds. Like they were taunting me, the gray and lifeless clouds above my head looked like they were about to splutter out another forecast and so I made my way to the little hybrid. I loved that car.

"Alright ladies and gents," bellowed the coach in his Scottish tenor that somewhat reminded me off groundskeeper Willie in The Simpsons, "pair up and start kicking the ball around for a minute. Then we're gonna play some football!" It was ridiculous how excited he was about a simple game of soccer.

I was seated on the benches. Coach hadn't noticed me yet which was fine; he did scare me a bit. It's like he could kill you just by yelling or perhaps one of his "staring you down" contests which he, of course, always won.

Although that didn't last very long. He redirected his gaze and saw me. Coming over, he looked like an ogre walking, reminding me of Shrek.

"Why are you?" His tone was rude but I tried not to take any notice of it.

"Bella Swan. I-" But before I could even finish, he interrupted me.

"And why are you just sitting here? Go on and change and then come back here." He was close to yelling at me. For what? I didn't know.

"But I can't-" He was starting to frustrate me. Did he want me to shout it out?

"Oh? And why is that?" Now he was just acting like a jerk.

"I fell and hit my knee yesterday and I can barely walk, let alone run." I said it as fast as I could, giving him not time to interrupt me, again.

"What?" His tone was amused and sarcastic, "Is that the best you could do? Come on? I've heard them all. Sprained foot, injured arm and what else you kids can come up with. I don't se any crutches so get in that locker room, change and come right out-" This time, it wasn't me who interrupted him.

"Coach?" I looked and over the coaches right shoulder stood Edward. The coach turned around and gave him an annoyed;

"What?"

"She did fall… yesterday. Injuring her knee." What?! I must have looked shocked, or maybe like a deer in the headlights.

"What?" It was now low and I assumed that I wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"There was water on the pavement and she fell forward, right on her knee." Edward wore this innocent expression that I knew all too well and I had to fight to keep off a smirk as coach realised I really was injured and wasn't making it up.

"Well… then… you just sit here for the rest of class." I nodded and bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from either laughing or smirking. Coach left rather quickly but Edward stayed. Looking down at me with apologetic eyes.

"He can be a bit of-"

"An asshole." I finished and he laughed with me, nodding. As he was about to leave I called out.

"Edward?" he stopped and turned. "Thanks. By the way." He smiled at me and it was the crooked grin that, literally, made my knees go weak and my heart to stutter frantically in my chest.

I spent the rest of gym sitting on the bleachers, looking over the field. I wasn't interested in sports, least of all soccer. To me; people running after a ball and shooting it around the filed, kind of reminded me that of a cat, chasing it's ball or yarn. I had my trustworthy mp3 player and listened to it discretely, with only one ear bud in. The melodic sound of "River Flows In You" by Yiruma flower through my ears. But even with the help of my Korean friend, gym still managed to suck, completely.

I was pretty sure that if things would continue like they were, I would inevitably fall asleep. And then;

"Alright boys and girls! Hit the shower!" And the whistle blew. Finally! I exhaled in relief and took off. As I still had books in my bag that really didn't need to be there, I stopped by my locker and locked them in.

"Hi Bella," I recognised the voice of Angela and turned around to greet her.

"Hi Angela."

"Are you sitting with us at lunch today?" PEU! So I wouldn't have to sit alone. I shoved my bag in there also, having no need to drag it around anymore, my shoulder hurt a bit. I didn't even have anything heavy in it! Jeezh! (AN: my bag is completely like that. I have possibly one book in there and it weighs like I have bricks in it. Just had to mention =P)

"Yeah. Thanks." We walked together to the cafeteria and now it was packed with people, everywhere.

I don't know how, but at the lunch line, Angela managed to get herself 4 places a head of me. I stood and waited for the line to move along. How could people take that long? It was just food, your life don't depend on the choice! A voice behind me brought me back to earth.

"Hi, again." I gasped and turned my head to the left and exhaled. He chuckled at my expression and I hit him playfully on the arm, careful not to make a scene.

"I told you to never do that again." I was only half mad and he sensed it and smiled at me, not in the least sorry. And he proved me right on that point.

"Sorry?" It was stated like a question.

"No you're not," I muttered and the line moved one person ahead and I groaned.

"You're right, I'm not." Gah! with the cocky confidence. I wanted to hit him. That wasn't good. That's what I wanted before, when I first met him. What was he doing to me?!

We stood in silence as the queue moved so slowly I thought I would age. But it didn't help that I didn't look at him for I was ultra aware that he was in fact less than foot behind me. Just that thought, of having him so close was enough to get my heart rate speeding like the wings of a hummingbird.

The line had gone forward and as I saw the food I grimaced. UNG! I should have left for the store again.

"It's not like in Virginia," I heard Edward comment softly, right next to my ear. I shivered slightly, doubting he could have noticed. The school in Virginia where Edward and I had met; Cape Henry Collegiate School. (AN: For the record!!! As I don't live in America and know absolutely nothing of your schools and how you have it, let me make this clear now: I just picket a school in the bunch and it was completely random. All I took was a private school with a good-sounding name so don't shoot me for incorrectness and such!)

It was an okay school, I guess. Almost 1000 students, it was easy to get lost in the crowds. I liked Virginia. We stayed there for 6 months or so. I don't remember a time where we have stayed that long, before. After Virginia was Dallas, Texas. I wasn't that comfortable with the water but as I see and experience Forks; I'm liking Texas a lot more. Anything without rain this much is on my favourite list now. I was deep in thoughts and it must have shown for the line had stopped where I was standing and I didn't notice until a warm breath spread across my cheek and ear.

"Bella, you need to move." I turn to look and true enough; the line had stopped and the others in the row were looking at me with murdering eyes. I blushed and hurried along. My hair fanned around my face, hiding it from view. I didn't talk to Edward anymore. I didn't really give either of us a chance for directly after I had gotten my lunch, I almost sprinted towards the table where I was sitting or would be in a few seconds.

"What took you so long?" Asked Jessica, looking up from her food. She said it like she was interrogating me or something,

"Just thinking about something from before I moved here… " I trailed off the sentence, in no mood of chatting about my previous life. Jessica didn't get that impression.

"Oh! Were did you move from? We don't know any of it. Please tell us!" How anyone could be that interested in someone else's history was beyond me. I sighed. This was going to be a long lunch.

I merely answered questions and didn't start any myself. The most interested was Jessica. It was like my life story was a drug, personally, I think she just wanted the first dish and could tell it along. She was known for her gossiping, which it why I didn't specifically tell anyone where and for how long I lived in Virginia. Jessica may be sort of stupid but even she could put two pieces together.

"I've lived all over the place; California, Texas, New York, Virginia, Illinois…" Smooth, I commented myself.

"That must be fun." Observed Angela, "To travel so much, I mean."

"Not really," I said sadly and before Jessica could get into more details, lunch was over. I exhaled in relief and dumped the contents of my tray in the bin.

I had history and chemistry left. Two classes I so much loved, I thought with sarcasm dripping in my mind.

History proved to not be as bad as I have thought. It wasn't the best subject but it wasn't the worst either. Some parts of world history were actually quite enjoyable to read about. But chemistry on the other hand; that was an entirely different story. I was forced to sit by Jessica, her choice. I still got the impression that she only hung around me because of what she could get out of me. Like i had some big dark secret. I did have one but it wasn't dark or anything. I tried to focus on my work and sometimes, ignore the question she asked simply out of privacy but that was difficult.

I was raised to not go near anything to can be proved as poison or explosives or anything in general that could in fact endanger and/or end you life. Not that we actually blew anything up in class, but the materials that we were using weren't drink-or edible, so to speak.

After an hour and 30 minutes, we were let off and I took my time, not because everyone else was out of their seat the second the clock turned 14:00 and practically hurling out of the door, although that was one of the reasons, but because I was so slow I felt like I could have taken a nap on the table. My eyes were dropping and I felt all my energy had entirely left my body. It didn't help that I was reminded I needed to go to the story and buy, well, every item on the shelves.

"Bye Bella," Jessica said as she left the room in a hurry. I had not time to give a response.

After having trudged to my locker on the second floor and then back down towards my car, the one I was walking towards at this second, I noted the parking lot was close to empty. How slow was I really? Or did everyone just want to go home that badly? Shaking my head, I scrambled inside and drove off.

AN: what you think? I know it's going quite slowly but I wanted something on my mind for some time and this seemed like a good story to do so.

And besides, I think many of the stories here go way to fast. For example; Bella and Edward se each other and two days later they're in love and already committed towards each other. For me, that a bit too fast and in real life, as this is close to it ad being an all-human story, things takes time.