Chapter 1:

All credits from characters go to Stephanie Meyer. I'm going to try to start publishing on Saturday regularly. Come next time to see Edward's POV and to see why Bella reacted liked that. I have written fanfiction before but this is my first time posting it, I hope you enjoy it. :D. I was introduced to Twilight as a dark point in my life and completely change my life and brought a beam of light into it. If you get a chance, please read, review, follow, or favorite my story.

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Bella's POV

Every person, every living being was made by God in his vision, right? Did he imagine me dying, going bald, having lung cancer? Did he want me and my loved ones to suffer? Or was my life an accident? Is everyone with cancer a mishap? Is there even a God at all? Anything to believe in? Something to live for?

These questions haunt me. They have since I was nine, when I was diagnosed.

I pull into the parking lot to my new school, Forks High School. It's January, I've transferred to halfway through the school year.

Great, I thought sourly.

The building school is comprised of several smaller building, and one main building. The main building of the school is small. It looks to be about five times smaller than my school in Arizona. The school has less than five hundred students compared to my own school where there were at least seven hundred in my grade alone. It just means there's more gossip. I know my teachers aren't allowed to say anything about my diagnosis to anyone else but still my fear of everyone knowing, and seeing me just as my disease ...ugh. It's one of the reasons I moved to Forks anyway, a fresh start where no one knows me or my problems. My mom used to have to stay behind with me to take care of me, she needed job stability, and Phil to help pay my medical bills. I went to live with my father, Charlie, so she can travel with Phil. I know what makes her happy. It was hard to leave my erratic, caring, hair-brained mother by herself, but I know she won't be by herself. She has Phil. Someone to help her cook, or make sure there's even grocery in the fridge and gas in the car. I promised her I would call her and tell her about my first day of school. I could tell I was rolling my eyes just thinking about it.

I walked up to one of the smaller buildings with OFFICE writing on the side in peeling letters. I opened the door to see a tiny room with plastic chairs and green plants everywhere. Wasn't it green enough outside? Practically everything in the Olympic Peninsula is covered in mushy green moss.

"Excuse me," I said to the small woman at the front desk.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"I'm Bella Swan. I just moved here, can I get my schedule?" I asked her.

She handed me my schedule, a large map, and a slip for all of my teachers to sign.

"Remember to bring it back to me at the end of the day. Have a nice day, Isabella," She said in her high-pitched voice, which I thought fit her small figure.

"Bella," I corrected on my way out the door.

As I began to walk through the lot I felt like everyone was gawking at me. Not wanting to draw more attention to myself I chose not to use my map, there weren't that many buildings here so it would be pretty hard to get lost. I decided to take a quick glance down at my class schedule. First period English is with Mr. Mason in room 3. I glance around awkwardly at the building searching for a 3. Maybe it had peeled off like most the other deformed numbers on the buildings. maybe I should just look at the map.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see who it was. The kid was tall with a friendly smile, black hair, and features that showed him to be Asian.

"I'm Eric Yorkie. You're Isabella Swan right?"

"Just Bella," I said with an obvious annoyance for it seemed I was already the main topic of the school.

"Do you want me to show you your way around?" I did kind of need help but I feel embarrassed that he could so obviously tell I was new and lost.

"No thanks," I said, quickly brushing him off. I felt bad of course but I had a plan, don't stick out and wait till everybody either hates or ignores you. The fewer people I get close to, the fewer people that get hurt when I "kick the bucket".

As I walked down the halls I received stares from everyone I passed.

I walk in and get forced to introduce myself, and I then get pointed to my seat right next to no other than Eric Yorkie. It seems he was ignoring my off-putting behavior. I could already tell that is going to be a long day.

I've somehow gotten through the majority of my day, and it was finally lunch. I had six periods here, and lunch was after fourth. I have Biology II with Mr. Banner in building three. I was in advanced classes for Biology back home, but here they don't offer advanced courses in anything other than English and Math. Today wasn't all bad, Call of my teachers seemed nice except for one. Mr. Varner wouldn't sign my slip until I got up at introduced my self to the entire class. i stuttered through saying my own damn name and to make matters worse, I fell twice walking to my desk.

When I finally got to the Cafeteria, which was in the main building. I could see Eric waving me over but I went to the second farthest table from the back and pretended I didn't notice. I would have gone to the back table, but the farthest was already occupied. I could see the back of one of the kid's heads. He had the strangest color hair. I couldn't decide if it was red or brown. Maybe it was bronze, it was sticking out every which way. I could see his head turning and my eyes shot down to the table.

I look at my schedule to see what I have after biology, gym. I groan mentally. One of the perks of cancer is I get to sit out and not participate, I'm pretty sure I brought a copy of Persuasion in my bag. When I was younger I somehow always managed to injure something when doing any physical activity, including walking in a straight line. I remember my gym teacher once telling me I was one of the worst Jinx's he'd ever seen, I was so embarrassed I turned red from blushing, as always.

When I looked up I caught a glance of deep emerald green eyes, and then the bell rang.

I walk into a tiny classroom, late as I decided to go ahead and get my book from my nag in my locker, but I forgot the combination. I brought the slip up to my teacher. He signed it barely acknowledging me. I whispered quietly and asked him where I should sit. He pointed toward an open chair next to the bronze haired boy from lunch, and I sat myself down in the chair.

The boy next to me began to stare at me so intensely I feel like his green eyes could burn right through me. It started to agitate me, wasn't staring still considered rude? I looked back at him, but my gaze was caught in his eyes. He was staring at me like he could see everything I was hiding, my secrets. He blinked and it was like I was suddenly knocked out a trance. He looked down at his desk, clearly embarrassed that I caught him looking. I imagined his green yes again in my mind.

I glanced at the clock, there were fifteen minutes of class left. What? I hadn't written anything down off the board. We were starting a unit on the phases of mitosis, I'd already done this. I let out the worried breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked over to see he had written everything down from off the board in perfect script. I let my long brown hair fall down and cover my face, like a shield between us. I felt like I could still feel his gaze on me. I finally snapped at him in a whisper.

"Do you have a problem?" I practically hissed venomously.

He then turned a faint pink and began to look down again. I could still see his eyes, that mesmerizing, breathtaking green. I turned my head back and moved my hair again to make a screen between us. I still felt like he was still looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking back, but this time I didn't mind. I was too distracted finally looking at the rest of him. He had such striking features, his hair was this bronze-like color was still almost impossible for me to describe, his sharp jawline, parted lips, his entire face structure was flawless. He was just breathtakingly beautiful.

I then realized what was happening to me, so I got up out of my seat and left the room, and I could still feel his eyes on me.