The sheet noted that we had to meet at Penn Hall at 6:00 p.m. From there everyone would be divided into groups and go on a tour around campus. After the tour, they would be providing us with dinner. I groaned, holding the lime green sheet of paper in my hand, reading it for about the tenth time. Well, I still had time to get work done before I would be forced to leave my safe surroundings.

For the most part, my apartment was finished. Not that I had too much left to put away. It was nice to be able to sit down and just relax. The black clock with silver numbers on my living room wall told me it was 5:35 p.m. It only took about ten minutes to get to campus, but I figured I might as well head out.

Campus was filled with many incoming freshman. Of course, none I recognized. They were spread out in groups outside of=2 0the Hall, gossiping on how their summer had been. I sighed, and forced myself to turn my truck off and get out. As many times as I told myself that no one was staring at me, I was sure I had at least a few glances in my direction as I walked down the sidewalk. Again, that feeling that someone was watching me. Of course, they were probably curious about the newcomer. I wouldn't be surprised if over 75% of the people here knew each other from high school.

"Hey there! You must be Isabella Swan." I turned my head to my left to notice a blond boy with blue eyes waving his arm at me. He also had a somewhat 'baby face'.

Oh boy, had Charlie been talking about me this summer?

I smiled at the boy and stopped in my spot, correcting him, "Bella actually."

"Oh. Well then, hi Bella. I'm Mike Newton." Mike smiled at me.

"Nice to meet you," I made myself smile back; noticing he was with a large group of people. I groaned in my head, not liking being the center of attention at the moment.

"This is Jessica Stanley," Mike pointed to the girl with dark, curly hair, "Lauren Mallory," the silver blond who didn't hide her distaste in Mike talking to me, "Angela Weber," she seemed friendly, with light brown hair and soft brown eyes, "Ben Cheney," obviously dating Angela, I also noted that he was shorter than her, "Tyler Crowley and Eric Yorkie," Mike finished, pointing out the last two guys, one with dark hair and the other with lighter.

"Nice to meet you," I made myself smile, though I couldn't believe it wasn't obvious to them that I was very uncomfortable being in the spotlight. "Did you all go to high school together?"
"Yup, Forks High School," Mike nodded and smiled. No wonder he knew my name.

I didn't know what to say after that. Lauren and Jessica went into their own conversation, glancing at me every few seconds. Angela smiled at me, seeming to feel how uncomfortable I was standing in their group. As if it didn't come soon enough, we were finally called into Penn Hall to listen to a speaker in the auditorium.

The welcome speech seemed to drag on and on, no information given that wasn't already know or should have been expected. Finally it was time to split up into groups. Mike seemed all too eager to find out that he was in my group. Jessica and Lauren glared at me, but I pretended not to notice. I was relieved to find out that Angela was also20in my group. She seemed like someone I could easily get along with.

When everyone was split up, each group headed outside. Before the tour, we had to get to know our groups a little better. It made me feel relieved when Angela and Mike didn't know anyone else in our group either, and I didn't take note on their names. The tour after wasn't all that bad. Mike talked non-stop through it, but I was able to add a nod here and there and he didn't notice how little attention I was paying to him. The campus was overwhelmingly huge, but it was still fairly large. I made note on the different halls, the ones where my classes would be.

Soon it looked like it was going to rain and with good timing, our tour ended and we headed to the dining hall. There, groups were forced to sit together. I was able to grab a seat by Angela and another kid whose name I had forgotten. Mike sat on the other side of Angela. She looked at me and smiled, knowing what I was thinking. At dinner, we were given a schedule for the following day. I looked it through, and it didn't seem too horrible. We would have to meet in our groups here again tomorrow at noon for lunch. From lunch we would have a chance to head to the main lobby to look at all the different clubs and athletic activities. I figured that would seem slow, seeing as there was no way I would ever partake in a sport, thanks to my horrible balance. And I really didn't have any desire to join a club. Maybe I could look for a job on campus during that time? After exploring the different clubs we would partake in 'Activities' until six, and I shuddered at the thought of what I was going to have to do. I wasn't sure if it was lucky or not, but my question was answered when another member of my group asked the question for me. Our group leaders said there would be many different games set up, and we would get a chance to work together at them.

"So like sports?" One of the boys asked.

"Basically. There will be things like Frisbee golf, volleyball, basketball, badminton, and other games like those." The group leader responded, smiling.

My stomach dropped. Sport games? They obviously didn't understand how horribly uncoordinated and off balance I was. Did they want me to kill someone?

"Do we have to participate in the games?" Of course I had to ask.

"Yes. It won't be that bad." One of the leaders grinned at me.

So they did want me to kill someone? Obviously they had never seen me try to do anything that took even the least amount of coordination.

It seemed like time passed slowly after I was told I would have to partake in something so dangerous. Mike encouraged me; saying that he would look out for me, but that didn't boost my confidence, as much as I made myself look like it did. When I got home, I immediately went to the shower. A hot shower was what I needed to calm my nerves. It helped, and I forgot about tomorrow. That is, until I got out and saw the lime green sheet of paper on the counter. I groaned and went to my room, falling to sleep shortly after my head hit my pillow, dreading what tomorrow had in store.