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What I imagine Alexandra to look like ( just imagine her with a Texas tan) : http: /twilightsantacatarina . .com/ 2009/07/ evc3k8. jpg

her outfit: http: / .com /fob /set? id= 15984071

Alexandra.

I had come to Forks because of my parents. My family. My brothers. My sisters. Everything. I had come to Forks because of one man, man that would never see the light of day. Those were the thoughts that passed through my mind as I sat on the Air Canada airplane, waiting for the plane to take off. I was headed for Port Angeles. A small city closest to Forks which was even smaller. Don't know about it? I'd be surprised if you did.

I ran a tanned hand through my short curly red hair, and sighed, shaking it out once again. I was bored horribly and completely bored, my eyes scanned the area, looking for someone I could possibly talk to. I was bored out of my mind.

Then a girl walked through, and I didn't really notice her until she coughed, and blushed looking at the seat on the other side of me.

" Excuse me" She said in a sweet, but painfully shy voice.

" Well sorry sugar. Didn't mean to slow your roll" I said, smiling with all my bright white teeth, and she blinked at me deep southern accent. She timidly scooted by the legs, as I hauled them up to my chest allowing her to get through.

" Thanks". She said placing her worn out black bag by her feet, gently kicking it under the seat. She glanced out the window.

We sat in several minutes of awkward silence. Her posture went from stiff to almost statue like, her neck would surely hurt if she kept it angled like that any longer, and her arms were positioned at her sides, ready to spring up in case I might attack her. Finally after the attendants had told us the buckle up, after hitting smooth air, I broke the ice.

" I'm Alexandra by the way. Alexandra Lyons." I said, my southern twang warming her, and I pushed charm into my voice. She relaxed slightly, and didn't seem as stiff backed. Her brown eyes connected with mine, and I suddenly realized how very pretty she was.

She had a heart shaped, pale face, and in her heart shaped face were two amazingly pretty chocolate milk eyes. Her long and narrow nose sat straight, and neat, and proper. Her narrow lips were set in a small smile, a timid smile, much alike to her voice and actions. Her eyes were deep and set behind many chocolate brown eyelashes, that fluttered dangerously. She was thin and small, and seemed very fragile and breakable, like a newborn child.

She wore a pair of faded brown cords, and a white sleeveless eyelet lace shirt which showed off her amazing collarbone, which in some way was one of the most beautiful things about her. I immediately felt overdressed.

" I'm Bella. Bella Swan." She said turning her frail form to face me, her brown eyes scanning me carefully.

" Where're you from darlin?" I asked, and tilted my head to the side.

" Uh..." She stuttered. " Phoenix.." She trailed off glancing around. I almost slapped myself. Of course that was my connecting flight, she had to be from Phoenix.

I smiled. " I sorry, I totally like had a blonde moment there. I'm from Georgetown. "

She looked unsure, almost like she was hesitant to say something. " Pardon my asking, but where is that?"

" Oh, pardon me doll. It's in South Carolina. " I said, smiling and snapping my spearmint gum. It was then a small idea popped into me head.

" Where are you headed?"

" Forks. It's this small town -"

" In Washington, and it's really quite small. With an Indian reserve called La Push close by." I finished, recalling the things my father had told me.

" Yah." She looked at me quizzically.

" I'm headed there too! What are the odds, two random people sitting together on the plane get to go to high school together." I said, giggling softly. And she beamed, looking like someone desperate to make a new friend in a place where she wasn't familiar with. I was silently taken aback from her smile. It was so wide, and pure and innocent.

A couple hours later, we were talking and laughing. " Why are you headed to Forks?" I asked.

" My mom got remarried, and .. well it's not that I don't like Phil, but sometimes it makes me unhappy to see how much his traveling for baseball hurts her. It hurts her to have to choose between me and him. So I made the choice for her I suppose. I'm going to live with my dad.. or Charlie." She said, and glanced down at her carefully folded hands, and then back up at me again.

" What about you?"

" My dad sent me here because he has to travel for work. He's a shoe designer for Christian Louboutin and Yves Saint Laurent and companies like that. Harold Lyons. "

It seemed to ring a bell and her eyes lit up, it was then the seat belt sign lit up, and the pilot announced our decent into Port Angeles.

Bella closed her eyes, and grabbed the seat arm, as she was not accustomed to flying and her ears were probably popping like crazy. The plane stuttered and she gasped, latching herself onto my left arm. I smiled and reached over with my right hand to clutch her arm. Then as the wheels of the plane touched down she let out a huge breath, so huge in fact I wondered how she had held it for so long.

When Bella and I got off the plane, she stumbled, and knocked into me, causing me to hit a small man probably in his mid forties, and he turned to glare at me, muttering about today's society and the ruffians in it. I scowled. I hate it when people stereotype teenagers. Adults rape and murder people. But we don't think of all a' them like that do we. No Siree.

Before heading over to the revolving thing that now held our luggage I got a cart, and Bella looked at my questioningly, and I looked at her the same way. Was it possible that this poor girl only had two or three bags?

At the luggage pick up, we waited for ours, and mine wasn't hard to pick out. One luggage, holding my clothes was bright purple, the second and third a light cream color. My shoes were held in a clear plastic case, which was the size of a large dog kennel, followed by a mellow yellow duffle bag. My makeup and other accessories came in a large giraffe print bag. I piled my shoe case on the bottom, with my purple bag over my shoulder, my duffle in my hands, and my cream bags next and the medium sized giraffe print on the top.

I looked aghast what Bella carried. Her carry-on bag, which I learned was a small black backpack. She also had a brown luggage bag, and a small blue bag over her right shoulder. I looked back, surely she had more luggage. But she was already starting off. So I grabbed my cart and hauled it with me.

A man with curly light brown hair, and sparkling chocolate eyes half ran over. He was wearing a sixers sweatshirt and a pair of faded black jeans. I knew this must be Bella's father. ' Charlie'. His eyes were the same as hers. Plus they definitely shared the same nose.

They hugged, Bella's a little more awkwardly. It was then he looked at me, and his eyebrows rose a tad. " And who might this be?"

Bella blushed opening her mouth, but I beat her to it.

" I'm Alexandra sir. Alexandra Lyons. " I mustered up my southern grace and charm, and he blinked, and a warm smile lit up his face, one that was quite similar to Bella's.

" She's going to Forks High too." Bella said calmly, but I could hear the undercurrent of excitement in her tone.

" Well now! What are the odds!" He exclaimed.

I was about to answer then a loud feminine shrill voice echoed in the large room. A huge smile lit up my face and I whipped around, my green-blue eyes searching for a pair of dark green. There she was. My aunt Crystal, and of course my two cousins Dylan and Annabel.

Aunt Crystal had small and squinted jade green eyes, with thick curly blonde hair, that both her children had inhabited. Her porcelain skin was healthy, and looked dewy in the airport light. Her thin lips wide, stretching across her face.

Dylan looked happy, his wild blonde hair cut short, and his green eyes wide with excitement. Dylan was short, as he was only ten years old, and he was practically jumping up and down at the sight of me. Annabel on the other hand looked less than pleased. Her blonde hair was cut short, and ended at her shoulders, her light blue eyes were narrowed, and flared with agitation at the sight of me.

Annabel and I had never gotten along. She was such a tom-boy. A nagging, stealing, boyfriend snatching, sleazy minx. Annabel always had to have what I had. She always wanted what I had. Always whined and complained that I had more than her, when in fact I didn't.

Uncle Drew, a tall balding man with light brown hair and baby blues had died recently, in a car crash. It had really tore Aunt Crystal up, so I decided to come and stay with her.

I said my goodbyes to Bella, and promised to meet her at the office on the first day. She smiled at the thought, and became rather relieved. I climbed into her old Toyota and we sped off, leaving the airport in out dust.

Bella.

I was so nervous entering the plane. Phoenix was my home, and now I was leaving. And if that couldn't make matters any worse, I was going to be the new student. See, the problem is that I never really fit in well with my other classmates.

I stumbled my way onto the airplane, hoping that I would doze off, to avoid spending time talking to the person next to me. Me talking equals embarrassment. Horrible embarrassment. Though to my intense surprise the girl sitting in the seat next to mine looked rather normal.

" Excuse me." I said quietly, as the girl wasn't looking my way, and seemed to be deep in thought. She looked up sharply, and smiled.

" Well sorry sugar. Didn't mean to slow your roll" Then she smiled a giant mega watt smile at me that I wish I had. Every guy in the airplane under thirty was staring at her. She lifted her long narrow legs up and I scooted by, doing everything in my power not to touch her.

Her voice was deep and feminine, husky and attractive. Her deep southern accent was like molasses, sweet and slow. It was lovely and suddenly I wished that I could have some sort of an accent. Something like hers, it made her sound so different and lovely. Unlike me.

" Thanks" I said, and shoved my black bag roughly under the seat in front of me. The small bag held my iPod, my cell phone and a few good books I had been meaning to read for some time now.

I glanced out the window, and my I suddenly realized that this was it. It was the last time I would be here for probably quite some time now. My posture was frozen, and I felt as if I was going to cry. No! I mentally scolded myself. I could do this. I could deal with it. After all, that's what I had been telling Renee for over three months.

" I'm Alexandra by the way. Alexandra Lyons." Said the red head next to me. I could feel her assessing me, and I felt as if I was being sized up. Which was quite an unusual feeling. Girls at my school never sized me up, because I was never a threat to their beauty. Never was it a danger that I would steal their boyfriends.

" I'm Bella. Bella Swan." I said turning around to face her. Wondering if her voice was so pretty maybe her face was as well.

But I was wrong.

She wasn't pretty, she was amazingly and astoundingly gorgeous. I mean seriously, someone in her family must be giving out good genes. Like her voice, her skin was a deep shade. It was tanned, but not very tan. A golden glow. Some might call it. Her eyes were wide, and set in her long narrow face. They were a warm and colourful blue-green. She was tall, as I could tell by her legs, and willowy. Her hair was thick, and curly, not ringlets, but somewhere in between a curl and a wave. It was short, and stopped just below her jaw line.

She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, with a blue scarf overtop. Also on her long legs were ripped light skinny jeans, and giant expensive looked black high-heels were on her small feet.

Oh god. She was going to Forks. I would have a friend, someone to hang out with, someone to help me, so that I was not a lonesome new kid on my first day.

At the airport I finally realized that her whole family must be gorgeous. I was greeted by Charlie of course, and she was greeted by three people. The first was a boy, who looked aroung the age of eleven of twelve, with short thick curly hair, and deep heavy green eyes. The second was an older woman, with a tangled mess of honey blonde hair and thin and squinted green eyes. The third was a unhappy looking girl, about our age. With messy curls of golden hair down to her chin, and her stood rigid and annoyingly attractively. This was her family.

God. I was the ugly friend yet again.