Isabella - School
A knock on my door woke me up to a faint light coming in through my open curtains.

Jenna's head poked through a opening crack in my door, a small smile appeared on her face. "Hey hunny its time to get up. School soon."

I nodded and opened my mouth to speak but my alarm clock started to buzz and it took me a while to figure out how to make it stop. I slammed and unplugged it, turned out it was a touch screen with batteries.

When I finally shut it up Jenna was gone.

I signed loudly and dropped back on the bed; rubbing my hands over my eyes, my face.

I just lay there looking up at the ceiling for a while, lost in my own thought. I finally snapped out of it; stretched and stood walking in to the bathroom.

Reaching in to the shower I turned it on and walked back in to the bedroom throwing random clothes on the bed so I could change into them.

Twenty minutes later I was dressed and quickly drying my hair. After a good few minutes later I gave up on my hair. It was probably going to rain anyway, I mean this is Forks.

I quickly looked into my mirror. There I was; a vintage pair of Converse X-hi tops on my feet. A blue denim on the outside and a buffalo plaid of red and black on the inside, it was turned over and clipped with snappers so you could see the pattern. Then where my dark blue skinny jeans with small rips and tears giving it the tattered distressed look. I had on a blue vintage 80's 'Night Ranger' top and a mans leather jacket. It was big and baggy on my slender frame. My hair was still two toned; red/orange on the top and black on the bottom. It was still slightly damp and in a mess of big waves. My face was pale and natural, I had no make-up on and I didn't plan on putting any on either.

This time last year my hair would of been curled to perfection, I would of worn a T-shirt a size up so it wouldn't clung to me in the LA heat. A pair of denim cut of shorts would be paired with a pair of black gladiator saddles. I wouldn't of bothered with a jacket and I would be wearing low coverage makeup to cover my blemishes and imperfections. My eyes would of been lightly coated in eyeliner and mascara.

God I have changed.

I grabbed my practically empty Nike backpack and left my room. Only to stop myself at the door frame to grab my black figure glove.

I pulled my glove on to my scared hand as I walked noisily down the stairs. My stomach grumbled as I smelled bacon and coffee coming from the kitchen. Yummy.

The kitchen had been the only room in the house that hadn't needed to be redecorated, we just bought unnecessary cutlery.

"So school, looking forward to it?" Jenna said eventually. I looked up from my mug of coffee and gave her a look, that she seemed to understand.

"Okay silly question. Speaking of school aren't you going to be late?" She raised an eyebrow at me and I shock my head tacking another gulp of coffee.

"I have my schedule and I know where my homeroom is. It will take me about fifteen minutes to get there and about five minutes to get to class so I still have a few minutes left before I have to go. I want to miss all the stares if every ones going to class there will be less people to stop and stare." I stretched again and my back cracked and my aunt look at me strangely. "Hey I must be getting old." I smiled at her and stood grabbing my bag. "See you later." I called and slammed the door behind me.

Wasn't there something else happening today other than school starting? Something to do with Jenna? I ran to the door and opened it slightly. "Good luck with the interview!" I called and once again slammed the door.

On the drive was Jenna's beat up silver convertible (you can see why we needed a moving van) and by brand new Aston Martin V8 Vantage. Black, of course.

I marveled at the smoothness of the drive and the new leather smell of the car. I had bought it during a trip out for clothes.

Best decision ever.

As I turned a corner I lied my eyes on Forks High School for the second time in my life.

Crap. School. New people new place. This was going to be hell.

The school it's self was different from my old school there were no fences, no metal detectors. It was strange. It's like everyone could be trusted.

I parked the car in a open space near the GYM block, considering it was my last lesson of the day it meant a quick escape.

I turned the engine off and leaned my head softly against the wheel.

I wasn't ready for this the judgement, the staring, I wasn't going to make it through the day. I knew it.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

The bell signaling the start of homeroom.

Quick, like pulling of a bandage.

I grabbed my bag, jumped out of the car and ran to my home room.

It had just started raining.