A/N: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, I'm still Hannah. Wooo hoo!
I was sure I heard a sound at the window. I sat up and looked around. I was trying so hard not to be afraid. I heard a loud crash, and the next thing I knew, Phil hopped through my window.
I tried to run, I screamed as loudly as I could before he started strangling me.
I continued to silently scream.
And then I woke up to my door flying open, and Emmett rushing through.
"Bella? What's wrong?" He asked while trying to calm me.
I thought I was speaking but all that came out were broken sobs. Emmett wrapped an arm around me.
"You need to breath for a minute before you try and talk. Calm down." He spoke rationally, though I could tell he was almost as freaked out as I was.
I did as I was told and took a few deep breaths before I tried speaking again.
"I was just laying here, and then Phil, my mom's killer came through the window. I could have sworn it was real Emmett, I could swear." I said, still slightly confused at what had just happened.
"Bella, no one is here but me, Dad's already at work. Nothing will happen to you, I promise. No one even knows where you are but your aunt." He tried to reason with me.
After a few moments I finally calmed down.
"Are you okay now?" He asked afraid of my reaction.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed. "Sorry." I said shamefully. And I was ashamed. It was stupid of me to be waking people up every night.
"I'll be right back." He told me, making me confused. He hopped off of my bed and went into his room for about 10 seconds before returning with his mattress.
"What are you doing?" I asked with curiosity.
"I'm going to sleep on your floor." He said nonchalantly. I knew I should have argued, I should have told him not to worry and to go back to bed. Honestly I wanted him there. I would have done anything to not have to sleep alone.
So instead of arguing I simply nodded, and fell into the best sleep I'd felt in three weeks. When I woke up Emmett was still sound asleep on the floor. I decided to go downstairs and clean up.
There wasn't much to do. I already did the dishes from last night, I couldn't vacuum because that would wake up Emmett.
I opted to look at the bookshelf to see what was there. It was terribly dusty, it was obvious that this particular piece of furniture wasn't used all that often. Wuthering Heights was at the very top. I picked it up and blew off the dust.
The first thing I noticed when I opened it up was that it was annotated. Not just a little bit, but all the way through. There was analysis of the characters, the point of view, the conflicts, everything was noted.
Every side note written was in my mother's handwriting. After all, I had picked up my love for this book from her.
I felt a small tear escape my eye. Not out of sadness this time, but happiness that I had a little piece of my mom in my hands.
I spent the rest of the weekend thumbing through the entire book. It was great to really tap into my mother's thoughts. I learned a lot about her. Charlie and Emmett asked a few times if I was alright, I didn't really speak to anyone while I was reading it.
I assured them I was fine. Before I knew it, it was Sunday night. I had to sleep early. I had school the next day. Something I was not looking forward to.
I used to love school. But I haven't been there since everything happened. I guess starting school in Forks would be different though. Sure they knew I'm the long lost daughter of Chief Swan, but they didn't know about my mom.
I would just have to try my best to blend in.
I put on my pajamas and climbed into bed. Emmett still slept on my floor. He didn't seem to mind, and I wasn't going to complain. So I told him goodnight, and fell asleep.
The next morning my alarm clock went off at 6:45. I looked down at Emmett, who was aimlessly slapping the floor next to him.
"The alarm is up here Emmett, and it's time to get up." I told him.
He merely shook his head and went back to sleep. I sighed and tried to shake him awake, but he was twice my size.
"Emmett! You have to get up!" I finally shouted.
Finally he shot up. "What?" He asked, in a panic.
"It's time to get ready for school." I told him more calmly this time.
"Oh. Okay." He conceded before standing up and walking with his mattress back into his room.
Once he was gone I took a deep breath and walked to my closet. I decided to wear jeans and a simple black hooded sweatshirt. I didn't want any attention drawn to myself.
After I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, I went downstairs and poured some cereal for breakfast.
Emmett followed shortly and had three heaping bowls of cereal. I no longer wondered why food was so scarce in this house. I wouldn't be surprised if the grocery store was under stocked when Emmett was hungry.
"You ready to go?" He asked after he rinsed out his bowl.
"I guess." I answered. I had planned on not acting as glum as I felt, but I don't think I was fooling anyone.
"It won't be bad." He chuckled.
I gave him a fake smile, and headed toward his Jeep.
I hopped in the passengers seat, and we silently rode to school.
As soon as the campus was in my line of sight I started feeling anxious. I figured I would just avoid all contact will all people as much as possible.
I got out of the jeep. And some gorgeous blonde girl walked over.
I thought she must have been coming over to make fun of the new kid already, or maybe she would just scope me out so she could run back to her posse and tell them how weird I was, but she didn't.
Instead she ran up to Emmett and gave him a huge hug.
She pulled back and gave me a very warm and friendly smile. I was a little surprised. In my experience, people that pretty didn't befriend average people like me.
"Bella, this is my girlfriend Rosalie, but everyone calls her Rose." Emmett stated proudly. He then turned to her "And Rose, this is my sister Bella." He was beaming from ear to ear. I could tell he was excited for us to meet.
She turned her warm gaze back to me. "Emmett hasn't shut up about you since he found out you were going to live with him." She giggled as she elbowed Emmett's side. You could tell they had a really good relationship.
"And, I'm really sorry about your mom." She said quieter, her beautiful eyes going sad.
"Oh. Um. Thank you." I said automatically. I was so used to people apologizing to me that it was just a natural response now.
"Do you want us to take you to the office to get your schedule?" Emmett asked me.
"No, that's okay. I'll see you guys later." I answered. I really just wanted to be alone. I stalked off toward the big building that I hoped was the office. I was right. I walked in and a middle-aged woman with curly red hair was seated behind a counter.
"Can I help you?" She asked half nice, half annoyed to be there. I knew the feeling.
"I'm Isabella Swan, I need my schedule." I told her. Isabella Swan still sounded strange to me. But before that I had Phil's last name. I didn't want it anymore, so I took Charlie's before I even moved. Partly protection, as well.
"Oh yes! The Chiefs daughter!" She suddenly perked up. "Welcome to Forks, here's your schedule. Your first period is in that building right over there." She pointed at the adjacent building.
"Thanks." I answered shortly before leaving as quickly as I could. I decided to walk to my first period class early. It was English, which was fairly simple for me.
I walked in and introduced myself to the teacher, Mr. Bishop. He pointed to three different seats and told me I could pick any of them I would like. I picked the one closest to the door.
The bell rang, and students began filing in. A brown haired girl walked up to me. "I'm Jessica!" She said with a condescending smile. She held out her hand, and I immediately shied away. She started laughing like a hyena as she walked over to a slimmer blonde haired girl. "I told you! Mike said she couldn't be touched." She continued to scoff as she sent dirty looks my way.
Mike? That kid on the airplane. I didn't know how word got around so fast in this town. All I knew is that I wanted to go home. Not to Charlie's house, but Home, in Phoenix. I had been among these people for about fifteen minutes and I already just wanted to crawl under my desk and die.
After class was over I practically bolted out the door. I made it to my next two classes. I didn't have any more at that point with Jessica, but her minion, who I now knew was named Lauren was in my first three periods. She made it a point to make faces at me, and talk about me.
I hated Forks High School.
After third period I ran to my Spanish class when I tripped over what appeared to be thin air. I, along with my belongings, went sprawling to the floor. Everyone including Jessica, Lauren, Mike, and about ten other kids just started laughing hysterically.
When I heard a voice. "Shut up! You are all so immature!" It shouted. I felt someone grab my arm as I was being hoisted up by possibly the most attractive guy I'd ever seen. He was about six feet tall, and had beautiful green eyes. He had the strangest colored hair, and it sloppily danced around his features.
I was so caught up in how good looking he was that when I noticed he had a hold of my arm I gasped. I felt a few tears streaming down my face, but I didn't remember crying. "Could you…please let go?" I said as nicely as I could while trying to not have a panic attack.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He asked as he handed me my books. Everyone else had cleared the hall.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I said in a whisper. I was so embarrassed I didn't even look him in the eye, though I could have stared at him for hours.
I hastily wiped my tears and went to sit in my last class before lunch. It went by so slowly I thought I might die. I couldn't stand all of the staring, and the whispering.
When it was over I headed into the hallway where I ran into Emmett.
"Hey Bella, are you going to eat lunch with my friends and I?" He asked hopefully.
"I don't think so Emmett. Maybe tomorrow." I told him, never meeting his gaze. I didn't think I would have been able to handle it if he ended up being best friends with Mike Newton and the musketeers.
Instead of going to the cafeteria, I sat in a bathroom stall. I didn't cry, or think, or smile. I just sat there until the bell rang.
I looked at my schedule, I had biology next. I wasn't too far from the building. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. I didn't care though. I just wanted school to be over with.
I went and met the teacher, Mr. Frank. He told me where to sit. It was the only table abandoned, and for that I was grateful. I had my head down on the desk when I felt the chair next to me move. I didn't really want to look and see who it was, I was sure it was just another dumb kid trying to bother me.
"Are you feeling better?" The same voice from earlier asked.
I reluctantly raised my head to look into his mesmerizing gaze. "Much, thank you." I lied.
"I don't believe you." He whispered, and for just a moment I felt his hot breath tickle my skin.
"I think I know me better than you know me. Especially since you don't know me at all." I snapped back. Who did he think he was anyway? Telling me how I felt, whether it were true or not.
"Fair enough." He said before giving me a crooked grin that knocked me breathless.
"Edward Cullen?" Mr. Frank announced.
"Here." He said.
So that's his name. Edward Cullen.
A/N: Wow. This chapter was really hard for me to write for some reason lol. That's why I didn't post yesterday; it took me two days to write. I'm probably just lagging a bit; I should be back to normal in no time. Review?