A/N I am an essentially lazy creature, so alot of the story will probably be from Bella's point of view from now on. It's much easier to write.
Also, there will probably not be another chapter for several weeks (around 3 and a half) as my uncle, whom I have not seen in 3 years is FINALLY visiting. He moved to B.C ages ago, but he's living a yoga teacher's salary so he can't visit much.
Also, I saw the Twilight teaser trailer. And I am sooooooooo psyched.
Also, also, I am going to buy The Host tonight. Or order it online. I am tremendously excited to read it. Does anyone else have it yet? If you do, p/m me with your thoughts. I'm going to try and save it. Might not be that hard. I've been overloaded on school lately. I have several ISU's (indipendant study projects) due very soon. I have finished with one, which is a relief, but I still have 1 to work on (due in TWO weeks, I haven't started:) and my other one hasn't been assigned.
Wow I'm rambling. Sorry about that.
Enjoy chapter 9.
And PLEASE review. I hate to beg for them , but they're so awesome to read.
They make me want to write more. (Hint, Hint)
:)

Previously:

"There's a new girl at school," she said, "She doesn't like to sing." Her siblings shrugged it off. At least they could be sure there were sane humans somewhere in the world. "She isn't orange either," she added.

BPOV

I was very, very late.

This was the last thing I needed. It was my first day at school and now I was going to be late. Not only was I going to be centered out for being the new girl, but I was also going to be gawked at walking in 10 minutes late to my first class and probably every class after that as I had no prior knowledge of the school.

I clumsily dressed in jeans and a plain blue t-shirt. I didn't have time to pick out anything spectacular to wear, not that I cared that much. I grabbed a granola bar and a glass of orange juice for breakfast before running out the door.

Phil's car was gone, but my mother's was still in the driveway. She had probably gotten a ride with Phil and left her car for me. I was touched that I was remembered. I made a quick dash into the house for the car keys and then drove to school doing 10 over the speed limit.

I maintained a normal speed when I was out of the car. I would have made an unnecessary spectacle of myself had I ran. I went to the office to pick up my schedule.

"Hello," I said shyly to the secretary. She looked up at me with a large smile and warm eyes.

"Hello my dear!" she sang, "How can I help you?"

"I'm new, Isabella Swan," I explained, "I was told to come here to pick up my schedule." The secretary nodded and spun around in her chair to the opposite end of her long desk. She reached into a basket and pulled out several sheets of paper.

"Here dear. This is your schedule," she said, pointing to one of the papers, "These are some forms you need to fill out. You can do that throughout the day and bring them back when school's over. Oh and this is a map of the school. If you get lost just go right ahead and knock on a classroom door. Someone will point you in the right direction. Our Wildcats are all very friendly people." I nodded, wondering who the wildcats were. I hoped they weren't the guard lions or something. "Have a wonderful first day sweetie!" She smiled widely and gave a little parting wave.

I put the forms into my bag and attempted to find my first class, which was English, Room 867. I couldn't find it on the map. I started to panic. I couldn't miss my first class. That would be incredibly embarrassing to explain to the teacher tomorrow. My breathing quickened and my face began to flush. It seemed like I had been through the entire school. I just couldn't find my English classroom. I was very glad I hadn't seen anyone in the halls. I was very flustered, impairing my hand eye co-ordination.

I decided to hide in the bathroom for a minute to compose myself. I ran cold water over my sweaty palms. It felt nice and calmed me a little. I was drying my hands with a paper towel when a tiny, black haired girl entered the bathroom. I was a little shocked. She was one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. She was pale as death and had strange golden eyes. She was skipping. She stopped when she saw me. Her face broke into a large smile.

"Hi! You're new, aren't you? I've never seen you before," she said in a musical, soprano voice.

"Um, yeah. I'm Isabella Swan. But call me Bella." I said. She held out a hand. I took it.

"I'm Alice Cullen," she said brightly, shaking my hand. She looked around and in a hushed voice said, "Have they sung to you yet?" I was confused. Who were they and why on earth would they be singing to me?

"Um, no, I haven't been serenaded today. By whom would you be expecting me to be?" I asked. Alice giggled.

"You'll see," she said, "What class do you have right now?"

"I'm supposed to have English. But I can't find it," I admitted with a blush. Alice was amused.

"I'll help you find it," she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. I was surprised at her forwardness. But she was friendly and I wasn't complaining.

Alice was a very fast walker and despite her size, I had to work to keep up with her. It wasn't long before I was standing in front of room 867, which was inconveniently tucked into a little corner I hadn't even noticed.

"Thank you so much Alice." I said. Alice smiled.

"You're so welcome Bella," she said, "Would you like to eat lunch with me and my siblings? We were new this year so I know how weird it is adjusting to a new school. Especially this one." I was surprised at her invitation. I thought for sure I had come off as a directionally challenged idiot. Apparently Alice liked me enough. I wondered what she meant by "Especially this one." I could ponder that later.

"Sure, that'd be great." I said. I waved to her and then walked into my classroom, 25 minutes late.

I walked out of English an hour later in shock. When I had walked in late, the teacher had made me introduce myself in front of the class. I had blushed tomato red and on my way to my seat, tripped over a basketball. I didn't even have time to wonder why on earth there was a basketball in the middle of the aisle when the class started whispering. Then they got louder and I realized they were whisper-singing.

About me.

It was a song about the new girl. The people in my English class were singing a song. And then they got up and started dancing! I was in utter shock. When they finished they just went on like nothing had happened, like spontaneously singing and dancing was an everyday occurrence.

Before lunch, the singing and dancing happened several more times. Sometimes there would be a "new girl" song, but other times I would walk by songs already in progress. It was ridiculous.

I was tremendously happy when the lunch bell rang. I jumped out of my seat and walked as fast as I could to the door. As luck would have it, I tripped over someone's discarded shoe. It looked pretty expensive; maybe it was Italian. I blushed furiously when a couple of people giggled at my clumsiness. A particularly high pitched, bell like laugh caught me attention. I turned and saw Alice waiting for me by the door.

"Have a nice trip Bella?" she giggled. I blushed again and resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her. "Come on, we're meeting my family for lunch!" She lightly grabbed my elbow and started to steer me towards the cafeteria.

I was relieved that I wouldn't have to sit alone on my first day. I had been expecting Alice to completely forget about me and I would be left on my own. I was very surprised that she had met me outside my class. I was confused as to why she wanted to socialize with me. There wasn't anything really interesting about me. I was pretty average.

I was a little worried about meeting her family. Would they be nice? Would they ignore me? Would they judge me? Would they not like me? Or even worse, would they sing?