After Charlies declaration, we continued to eat in silence, with me more picking at the food, I suddenly burst out that I wanted to pretend to be mute, so that no one will ask questions I could not answer. I mean it seems a little rude to pretend, but I need this, to figure out myself, then maybe I can try to socialize, but until then I really didn't need to add making friends or socializing onto my already full plate.

Charlie just looked surprised then said, "You do what you need to to make yourself comfortable". Such a nice Father, it reminds me of my own, and now I'm sad again. I quickly finish and then excuse myself from the table.

I walk up to Bella's room, no my room and look around once more. I still don't like it, I hate the color purple with a passion. I look through more drawers and things so that I can see what this girl liked and if there was anything I could do. I then remembered I got a new journal and went and opened that. I then proceeded to write down what I was feeling in the form of my traditional poem. After about an hour, it was edited and had an official title. "New World". Has a nice ring to it don't you think?

Anyways, after I was done with that, I looked at the clock and saw that the time was around eight o' clock. I start to get ready for bed, and after I do that, I curl up with the book about Fairy Tales that I got today. I read far into the night, surrounded by the gentle flutter of the pages and the slow sound of my breathing.

I wake up to my door being knocked on and I look towards the clock and see the time is seven o' clock, geez why am I up so early?

"What do you want?" I yell, annoyed at being a woken when I obviously didn't sleep a lot.

"You have school today" was the only reply that I got. Oh balls, school.

I groan and heave myself out of bed, and then navigate around the bedroom to find some clothes to wear. I picked out a pair of jeans and a Pokémon t-shirt, along with a red plaid flannel. I then go downstairs and see Charlie already in his police uniform and ready to go. I look at him and smile, it was nice to know that Charlie stayed long enough to say hi, although if he leaves, I don't know how I will get to school.

"Good morning Bella" he says. I internally cringe at the name, I hate that name,

"Can you just call me Isabella or Isa instead?" I ask. He looked surprised, but I guess he is just going to have to get used to that. "So, are you taking me to school?" I ask.

"Uh, actually I bought you something. It is in the driveway" he says. I go and look out and see the red truck from the books. Huh, looks older than I thought for some reason. I smile at him and say thanks, but now the awkward explanation that I don't know how to drive ensues. "I um… I don't know how to drive" I say, sheepishly. Charlie looks surprised, and I don't blame him.

"Oh, I assumed you did, but you do have amnesia, is this normal?" he ends mumbling under his breath. "Ok. I'll take you to school, and maybe start training you behind the wheel" he says.

"Ok. Let me go get my bag" I say. I get my bag, that I packed last night with some pencils and paper and some folders. I grab that and then head out towards Charlie's cruiser. I get in on the passenger side then Charlie starts the car. He goes out into the street and goes down the street and takes a series of turns. I try to pay attention, but I was filled with anxiety about my first day of school high school. Ever. Eventually we stop in front of my new high school.

It looked really bland, and about as not as big as I thought it would be, but I guess this is a small town.

Charlie smiles at me and says that I will have a great day. Geez, optimistic much. I just smile and say thanks, then I get out of the car and wave then turn towards the menacing building people call high school.

As I walk in, I see an Asian kid come up to me, must be the Yorkie dude. Time to put up my facade of being mute. He comes up and seems to be so very excited about me being there. He starts to ask if I want to be in the school newspaper, as in the books, and I just glare holes into him, trying to get my point across nonverbally. He seems to get it and quits being such a bother, but he still offers to show me around the school, and he goes to put an arm around my shoulder, and I react... Well… let's just say violently. I have always had a problem with me touching me, my parents said it was because of how I was brought up before they adopted me. I don't know, and I probably never will know, but I do know that I almost broke this kids arm. As he went to put his arm around me, I turned very quickly and twisted his arm. I did so until he yelled for mercy, and this was all an unconscious reaction. I froze as I looked at what I did. I felt so bad, but he did have it coming, he was going to touch a girl, who he did not know, in a place that is very vulnerable, the back of the neck.

I hurriedly got out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote "I am so sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to do that" He just looked a bit scared at me but said it was all good, but maybe it was for the best, for the people here to be scared instead of trying to get to know me, then I will not have to explain my… situation. I just smiled back and started to walk inside of the school, ignoring the students gawking at what I just did. I was walking around for a bit, following where I thought the front office would be. I found it and went in. There was a lady behind the desk and if I remember her name is Ms. Cope.

I walk up and wave, trying to catch her attention. She notices me and smiles.

"You must be the new student. Isabella Swan correct?" I nod. She hands me a schedule and a slip of paper for the teachers to sign. I take them and nod my head in gratitude then walk out to see my new schedule.

First period- English- Mr. Mason- Building 3

Second period- Government- Mr. Jefferson- Building 6

Third period- Trigonometry- Mr. Varner- Building 5

Fourth Period- Spanish- Mrs. Goff- Building 7

Lunch

Fifth Period- Biology II- Mr. Banner- Building 2

Sixth Period- Gym- Coach Clapp- Gym

Huh, not that bad but biology and trigonometry are going to be quite hard. I will manage though, there is a textbook for a reason. I hope that they have one here. Although I think they will, most of the people older than me would tell us we had it good because we had lockers and they had huge textbooks. Oh well. What time does this school even start? Right then I hear the warning bell, at least I presume that is what that was. I look at my schedule and then looks around, I was currently in building one I guess, and I need to go to Building 3, might as well go and look around.

I walked around for a bit, refusing to ask for help, it's weakness. Eventually I figure out the system if buildings and make my way to the third one. Once I got in, I see that the doors have names, and I go to Mr. Masons. I walk in and see about half of the class already there, I just give the teacher my slip. He smiles and introduces himself and then tells me to sit anywhere, because the new semester just started. I smile and nod and he hands me the slip back. I go to sit in the back, away from the other students.

At precisely 9:00 a bell rings and I watch as a bunch of kids make a run for some seats, but trip and fall and all laugh together. I smiled and wished that I could have done that instead of constantly being in fear at my old school. The kids eventually all got seated and the lesson began, I was grateful that I didn't have to introduce myself, that would have been really weird if I did. The class was boring, and I almost fell asleep, how much sleep did I even get last night? Eh, I don't know but it obviously wasn't enough.

Uck, I wish this body had the same functions as my old one, I could go on like 2 hours of sleep for the week then get a full night's rest on weekends and be good. I also wish I had my MP3, I used it because playing music on my old phone drained the battery. If I had it, it would be awesome, inconspicuous and easy to listen to without anyone knowing. Oh well, it's not like I will be getting those. I suddenly got really tired and I don't know why.

Eventually the hour ended, and I was on my way to government, so excited to a class that I don't really want to be in, I wonder if I could change that. I walk in and give my slip of paper to the teacher, Mr. Jefferson. As he writes his signature and gives me a textbook, I look around the room and see that a lot of the class was already there. I head to the back of the class, like last class and sit down in a seat in the corner. I notice that in this class there was a boy who kept staring at me intensely. It was honestly really creepy and I kind of want to punch him, but I know I can't. As I stare back and think of punching him, he kind of grimaces and then turns towards the front of the room, weird. I think I am going to have to start protecting my thought, Gods dang it I wish I didn't have to.

And that wave of exhaustion went over me again, Gods that is annoying. I am not proud to say that I ended up sleeping for a lot of government, anyways why do we need to know about the government 200 years ago? It is just so stupid. I wake up to the bell and groggily get out my schedule, I forgot what class I had next and where it was. I take a peek at my schedule and see my dreaded class next. Oh joy, trigonometry is next. All I know is that it involves a lot of angles. I walk to the class hoping that I don't end up falling asleep.

As I did with the other teachers, I gave this teacher, Mr. Varner my slip of paper so that he could sign it. He did as the other teachers did and gave me the slip back and told me that I could sit anywhere. I as customary picked a seat in the back. After I sit down, another girl sits beside me. She smiles and introduces herself as Jessica Stanley. I smile and write on a bit of paper that my name was Isabella Swan. She in turn looked a bit confused, which is justified, and then she just turned towards the front of the room.

Huh, weird, but if I remember correctly this was the girl that always wanted to know everyone's business, I wonder why she isn't hounding me though. Eh, probably going to blab that I didn't talk to her to the whole school. People like her make me want to strangle people. Honestly though, I probably shouldn't do that. I can't wait until lunch, not because of the food, ew, to get away from prying eyes and the weird looks, I wonder if the library here lets me eat in the library. I go into my bag to get out a bit of paper to write my notes on and see my MP3 from 2018, this shouldn't be happening, this shouldn't be possible.

I just get out the paper and leave the MP3 in my backpack. My earbuds were even wrapped around it like I used to do. The class starts, and I force myself to focus on the teacher and what he is saying while writing notes. Yeah, I am screwed, I have no idea what I am doing, triangles, angles, what even, I know how to get the hypotenuse, but what is with the angle part? I really don't know, and I am going to have to find a way to learn this real quick or just drop the class. The period finally ended, and I was on my way to Spanish, a class I know I will excel in because I am already fluent in Spanish.

Living around people who spoke it as a first language. They would always tease me about the way I spoke it. I spoke with a Texan accent and emphasized the wrong parts of the words, luckily, I quit that. I go to the building my schedule indicated and walk to Mrs. Goff's' classroom. I saw that there were some posters on the wall with the Spanish alphabet and some common words. The teacher wasn't there yet so I sat down in the back, waiting for her to come. More kids filtered in and the teacher still didn't show. As the bell was about to ring, the teacher finally came in, and she looked a bit out of breath, like she was just running, she probably was. I leave my backpack in my chair, then think better of it and pick it up and sling it over my shoulder as I go up to the front of the class for her to sign my sheet of paper.

I stand in front of the desk waiting for her to notice me, and she eventually does and says that I must be the new student. I nod and hand her the slip of paper to sign. She signs it and hands it back and I go back to my seat in the back and take out my MP3, wondering if it still had all the songs from 2018 on it. It would be so cool, and if it did that would be so cool. I turn my MP3 on and plug my earbuds in. I go to the music part and put it on shuffle and the familiar sound of Halsey came on. I was so ecstatic. My music was in this reality. I wind the earbuds under my shirt, so I won't get caught and then pretend to pay attention for the rest of class. The bell rings and I jolt awake. I think I fell asleep. Whoops.

What is with me and falling asleep today? I mean I don't normally fall asleep this much. I haven't had this much sleep in years. Wait, it is probably this body. Stupid unaccustomed body. I follow the crowd to what I assumed was the cafeteria from the horrible smell of food and all the tables out.

I still wonder if I could go to the library.

I walk out of the cafeteria and wander for a bit trying to find the library, I find it in the same building as the administration office and go inside. No one was in there, so I looked around. The library wasn't as small as I thought it would be, which is good. There was a fiction section and a nonfiction section. I went to the fiction section and saw that there was A Series of Unfortunate Events.

I loved that series and get the first book. I wonder if I have to check the book out. As I think this, an old lady comes up behind me and asks why I was there. I show her the book I wanted, and she just says to check it out and go back to the cafeteria. I don't know how to check the books out now, so she sighs and walks me through it.

I walk back towards the cafeteria, giddy that I now have a book to read. I walk in pretty much unnoticed and see that there was only one empty table. I assumed the Cullen's had already made their appearance and that I was just really lucky, so I walked to the table and sat down. I unwound my earbuds and put them in my ear and started playing my 80's music playlist.

I forgot I even had it on there. I start reading about the sad tales of the Baudelaire's and quickly become entranced. After a while I notice that I don't hear the low background hum of people talking, and I look up to see five golden pairs of eyes staring right at me.

Hey. Sorry for the wait. I wanted to make this chapter the introduction of Rosalie and Isabella, but it ended with me setting their meeting up because I realized this chapter was really long. So, question, would y'all like it if I took a long time between chapters but made them longer? Like this chapter is almost 3 times the size of what I normally write. Or would you like me to take a shorter amount of time and shorter chapters? It is y'alls choice but that honestly will affect the quality of the chapters.

Well thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this.

-Klutzy Stone Heart