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I'm so happy with the reviews I've gotten so far, even if I've only got three. Thanks to LawfullyDecietfulElly, JamaicanTwilighterLuna35, ColorTuesdayBlack and lonley-weirdo for your support.
Oh, another thing... this story actually takes place in the year 2050.

Naomi xxxx

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The weekend before school started for the term flew by unbelievably fast.

It was like my life was on fast forward. First I was in my room writing an e-mail to Storm, and then I was suddenly eating breakfast with my new family the next morning. Like the old and over-used saying says, time flies when you're having fun. Unfortunately. And I was having a lot of fun. Even if it was just me sitting in my room, looking over the driveway, thinking. It was so quiet here in Forks. In Adelaide, where I used to live, you could hear car horns and sirens just about wherever you were. In Forks, all I could hear was the odd car or two driving past our house slowly. I could actually hear myself think. It was a nice change.

And at night, I could actually see the stars. There weren't many street lights around the place, so they didn't hide the beautiful stars from view. In Adelaide you could only see a few stars, scattered across the black night sky. But now I could see millions of stars as I looked out the window of my small room, the night before my first day at Forks High School. It was so peaceful. I never really realized how noisy Adelaide could be.

I was still in deep thought when the first few droplets of water fell to the ground, some splashing on my nose. It'd take me a while to get used to the amount of rain Forks got... Australia was currently in a deadly drought and I had almost forgotten the purpose of umbrellas.

Sighing peacefully, I closed my window shut so I wouldn't get wet. The light sprinkle of rain turned into a heavy downpour within seconds, and I was glad to be cosy and warm inside my room. I felt more comfortable here than I had ever felt anywhere else.

I lay down on my bed, my mind still serene. I leaned my head on my hands, and stared at the white ceiling, listening to the constant splash of the rain crashing on the roof. Within minutes, I had fallen into a quiet sleep, with a smug smile on my face.

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It was 7:30 in the morning when I decided to stop pretending to sleep and get some breakfast. I had woken at 3:00 am, after my usual five hours of sleep. Of course, I was fully awake, and it was still pouring with rain. I was surprised our house hadn't flooded yet.

'Morning bright-eyes.' Georgia smiled at me as I came down the stairs into the kitchen, fully dressed. I was wearing a blue pair of slim jeans and a black hoody. I had almost forgotten Americans didn't wear uniforms to school. It felt so weird.

'Morning.' I smiled back, grabbing some bread and putting it into the toaster.

'You nervous?' she asked, sitting at her usual seat at the breakfast bar.

'No, not really,' I replied, shrugging, 'just another normal day.'

'Most girls would be fretting over their first day at a new school.' Georgia scratched her head.

'I'm not like most girls.' I said simply, leaning against the counter, waiting for my toast to pop.

'Yes I've noticed,' she replied nicely, 'it's a nice change. I was beginning to get bored of this place. Nothing new ever happens.'

'Come on, there's got to be something interesting about this place.' I answered.

'Well, there are a few things,' she admitted, 'like Doctor Cullen.' she had a little smirk on her face.

I raised an eyebrow, 'Who's Doctor Cullen?'

'He's the most well-known doctor around this place,' Georgia said a little too smugly, 'he's a genius.'

'That doesn't sound very interesting.' I said as my toast popped which made Georgia jump.

'You won't say that after you see him,' she said, 'the word "beautiful" would be an understatement.'

I pondered this for a moment. I hadn't really heard a man being described as "beautiful" before. I'd have preferred something like "masculine" or "handsome". But not beautiful.

'He has five teenage kids... but I think they're adopted. Doctor Cullen doesn't look nearly as old enough to have five kids that are teenagers. He looks only about twenty-three.' she continued, still with the smirk on her face.

'Has Gary heard this story from your point of view?' I asked suspiciously. By the sounds of it, every man in this town would be jealous of this Doctor Cullen.

Georgia giggled, 'No, but he can see what I think about how he looks. Everybody can see what we women think about his looks. I don't think there is one woman in the world that has seen him and not go in for a closer look.'

I decided to stop the conversation there before Georgia said anything stupid. Gary could probably hear us anyway.

I ate my toast without saying another word, and went into the bathroom to brush my hair.

I looked into the mirror, and the face of a bronze-haired girl looked back at me. My hair flowed down to the middle of my back and a side fringe covered my forehead. My hair wasn't exactly straight; there was the odd wave or two down the back of it.

My eyes, on the other hand, were a very unique colour. Gold.

Yes, my eyes were gold. I don't think I've met anybody else with the same eye-colour as me. I was proud of my eyes, it was one of the biggest differences I had from other people. And I liked to be different. My eyes also had faint purple shadows underneath them. I'd always wondered why this was so...

Sometimes my eyes change colour. Some mornings, I wake up and find that my eyes are bronze, or sometimes even green. It was very odd. Yet somehow, nobody apart from me noticed it at all.

My skin was quite tanned, from all the sun in Adelaide. Australia had a lot of sun, especially in summer (obviously). I hadn't deliberately lain in the sun, hoping for a tan. I just spent a lot of time outside.

I ran the brush through my thick hair, getting rid of all the visible knots. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I grabbed my bag and headed back into the kitchen.

'Can I borrow your car for school, Georgia?' I asked, 'or do you want to give me a lift?'

She just passed me the keys and wished me good luck on my first day. I said goodbye, and went outside. It was raining still, so I put the hood of my jumper over my head and ran to the yellow car that belonged to Georgia. The key opened the lock with ease, and I scrambled inside. Unfortunately, I had gotten in on the wrong side. The passenger side.

'Son of a...' I mumbled. I don't think I would ever get used to these silly American cars. I scrambled to the drivers seat, accidentally catching my skin on the corners of the dashboard. I ignored it, the scar healed before I even started the car's engine. In fact, if I hadn't smelt the blood, I probably wouldn't have realized it.

It only took me about three minutes to get to Forks High. But I suppose it'd only take around seven minutes to drive around the whole town.

I didn't have any trouble finding the school, I'd gone for a few walks during the weekend to get to know the place a little better, and I'd passed it several times. The student car park was already half filled with cars, and students were walking around with their friends. They didn't look very mean, they looked pretty friendly. And because this place was cold all the time, nobody was wearing skirts. I felt immediately happy about this school.

I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, and stepped out of the car, locking the door behind me. It had stopped raining, so I put the hood of my jumper back down again.

Some heads turned my way to see whose car had beeped. Apparently not many people in Forks had beeping cars. I could hear some of the people whispering to their friends.

'Who is she?'

'Is she a new girl?'

'I love her car...'

I pushed the whispers to the back of my head, and headed to the office to get my timetable.

I couldn't believe nobody was saying any mean stuff about me yet... I was so used to arriving at school and hearing girls whisper to their friends about how "tomboyish" I was. Just because I didn't wear skirts.

'Hi, I'm Skye Hanson.' I said to the middle-aged woman when I entered the warm office.

'Oh yes, I've been told about you.' the woman said in her American accent, opening a drawer.

Apparently most people knew about a new girl arriving on the block. I groaned quietly, now everybody was going to look at me. Even more.

The woman handed me my timetable, a map of the school, and a slip I was supposed to get signed by every teacher.

I thanked her and walked back out the office, looking at my timetable. Looks like I got all the subjects I wanted... even Gym.

I hadn't noticed a heap of people were looking at me until I heard their whispers again.

'Where do you think she's from?'

'She's really tanned. Maybe Hawaii?'

'I love her hair.'

Whoa... rewind for one second...

Did somebody just say they loved my hair? Maybe they were talking about somebody else. Pretending I couldn't hear them, (which I shouldn't have) I walked past them to a building named "Cafeteria". I forgot Americans had cafeterias... I was used to packing my own lunch and sitting outside with Storm. Suddenly I couldn't wait until lunchtime.

The bell for start of class sounded, and I hastily looked around to find building B, which was where my first lesson, English, was. Having a good sense of direction, I found the building easily.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, everybody's head turned to look at me. They're looks weren't piercing... just curious. They probably don't get new students very often; I could almost feel their excitement. It was very odd compared to Australia.

'Ah... Miss Hanson.' the teacher at the front of the class said. He had no hair and was very tall.

I walked to his desk and handed him the slip for him to sign. Thank god he didn't tell me to introduce myself, I didn't really like speaking to people I don't know. He handed my slip back and I took the only vacant seat at the back of the classroom, next to a very, very pale girl with chocolate-brown hair. She was very beautiful.

'Hello.' she said politely, flashing her perfect white teeth. Her voice sounded like music, it sounded like she was singing instead of speaking. I tried to keep my mouth from dropping. She had dark purple rings shadowing her eyes. Funny... they looked kind of like mine...

'Hiya.' I replied happily, smiling back. It felt good to have somebody talk to me with such politeness.

'I'm Bella Swan.' she introduced herself.

'Skye Hansen.' I answered.

'Oh an Australian accent.' Bella said, 'you're Australian?'

'Yeah, I just moved here from South Australia.' I explained.

'Interesting. That's extremely far away. Why the sudden change?' she questioned, still smiling slightly.

'Well, I've always wanted to exchange to America. Ever since I was about ten years old.'

'You must find this place very different to Australia.'

'Oh hell yeah. When I got in my foster-mum's car this morning I ended up on the passenger side.' I laughed at myself. She laughed back. Her laugh was so symphonic, it barely sounded human.

During the rest of the class, Bella talked to me nicely. She was so easy to talk to; it was like we were made to be friends. I felt a lot more confident about my first day after English.

My next subject was Calculus, so Bella walked me there so I wouldn't get lost. I was grateful for her helpfulness, even though I could have found the classroom just as easily on my own. I wasn't used to having a girl help me, and talk so nicely to me. It was nice.

The rest of the morning went by without any major dramas. A guy came up to me in Trig and introduced himself as Jason Shipman. He seemed nice enough; he offered to walk me to my next class just like Bella. He loved my Australian accent too.

'It's not every day we get a new student from a different country.' he had said to me. I stayed silent and smiled back.

I couldn't believe the reaction I was getting from these students. They were all so nice and polite, and they didn't give me daggered looks. Every time I saw a girl look at me I expected them to completely ignore me, but most of them smiled. I was beginning to really like it in Forks.

Lunchtime arrived quickly, and I really wanted to go to the cafeteria. I wondered if they had stereotypes... like nerds and jocks and stuff. I sincerely doubted it... this school had the nicest people I'd ever met. They all treated me like an equal. Like I wasn't different.

I had a huge grin on my face when I entered the cafeteria. I was right; there were no stupid stereotyped seating arrangements. It was just a bunch of students, sitting with their friends to eat lunch. No daggered looks, no insults, nothing.

Why didn't I come here earlier? I thought to myself.

I looked around for somebody who had spoken to me, like Jason or Bella. They would let me sit with them if I asked.

Ironically, Bella entered the cafeteria right behind me. She was hand in hand with a bronze-haired boy. He was just as pale as she was, and also had the dark purple rings under his eyes. They walked so gracefully...

So gracefully, in fact, that you'd be mad to actually call it walking. It was more like gliding. They glided to my side.

Okay, I take it back. It wasn't weird for Georgia to call Doctor Cullen beautiful, to call a man beautiful. This boy Bella was holding hands with was actually beautiful. Interesting... never seen anybody like him before.

'Oh hi Skye,' she smiled, 'you can sit with us if you want.'

The boy she was holding hands with was looking at me curiously. Oohh, his eyes were a topaz colour. For once I'm not the only one with peculiar coloured eyes.

'Awesome.' I replied coolly, following her and her boyfriend (I assumed) to their table.

We walked to a table in the corner of the cafeteria, which was kind of isolated from the rest of the tables.

I almost froze when I saw who was sitting at the table. There were three of them, two guys and one girl. They were all unbelievably stunning. They were also very pale, and had the exact same purple rings as Bella. And me.

The one girl had short, spiky black hair. Her face was kind of pixie-like, and cute. She was sitting next to a blonde boy, whose face looked a little tense. I looked in the direction of the other boy, and almost gasped. The brown, curly hair. The muscly build...

It was the guy I saw on the plane.

Sorry for the sudden ending of the chapter. I had to end it here because I have to go to my brother's primary school soccer game thing.

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