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Chapter One:

Just another Typical Day in Forks.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

What in the name of all that is holy was that incessant noise? And why did it insist upon waking me up? I pulled myself from my sleep induced haze and my mind became less of a foggy mess. I realised that the irksome noise was in fact my alarm clock. Which could only mean one thing, school. I groaned. The summer was officially over. And so began another monotonous year at Forks High. Well, at least each year brought me ever closer to the moment I would escape this hell-hole. I glanced momentarily at the time on the clock and started. Crap, I was late.

I jumped out of bed and searched my room frantically for a pair of jeans and jumper to wear. This was just my luck. To sleep in on the first day of my senior year. Why hadn't Charlie awoken me? Perhaps he was too early to do so. I sighed. It was possible. Between his job as chief of police and his love of fishing, I didn't see him all that often. Not that I minded really. I had always been content in my own company. It would be nice if he at least tried, though. Ever since Mom left, he'd become more reserved. I shook my head; I didn't want to think about that. The fact that she hadn't taken me with her still stung. It was what was best for me. Yeah, right.

I hurriedly brushed my teeth and did my best to tame my unruly hair. I grabbed a Pop Tart for breakfast and my jacket, and then rushed out to my truck. It was a red Chevy, a monster of a truck, a tank really. Charlie had bought it for me for my seventeenth birthday from his best friend Billy Black. It was ancient and made a lot of noise, but I couldn't help but love it. It was the perfect car for someone as uncoordinated as myself. No matter what I managed to do to it, unintentionally of course, I wouldn't break it.

I got in and stroked the dash fondly before putting the key in the ignition. It struggled somewhat to start up but eventually gave up the battle. The noise of the engine was deafening. I pulled out of the driveway and began the journey to school. I would have to push my truck to its limits to arrive at school on time. It groaned in protest as I pressed the accelerator down as far as it would go. I was still unable to go above fifty miles per hour. Oh, well, despite all its faults, I still loved my truck.

I arrived at school with minutes to spare. I gathered my books and checked my timetable to see my first class. Hopefully nothing too horrible. English. I grinned. Perhaps today was going to be a good day. Building three as well, that was very close. Perhaps it really would be a good day. I got out of the car and made my way there. There were still several students lingering in the parking lot, prolonging their dwindling freedom. I enter4d the classroom and hung up my coat. I sat down in an empty desk near to the front, awaiting the teacher's arrival. It should be any minute now.

''Hey! Bella!'' Oh, no. Mike. He nearly tripped over several desks in his eagerness to reach me. ''Hello, Mike.'' I said politely. ''How are you?'' I attempted to smile, but it was strained. I knew what was coming next. ''So,'' He said. ''I was wondering..'' He was getting right to it. ''Yes?'' I said, barely suppressing a sigh. ''Are you busy tonight? Or Saturday? Whenever?'' He looked so nervous. And hopeful. I sighed internally. I wished that he wouldn't do this. Nearly every day he made me be the bad guy. I had told him no over and over again. However, he simply kept trying. Perhaps he was simply trying to guilt me into going out with him. Or wear me down. Whichever it was, it was beginning to work somewhat. Sometimes I felt like saying yes merely to stop him from asking. Although of course that wouldn't help because he would think we were in a relationship. Grr, why couldn't he just take no for an answer?

''We've been over this, Mike.'' I said through semi-gritted teeth. ''I'm not interested in you in that way. You are my friend. Nothing more.'' I said with finality. Perhaps I had been a bit harsh, but it was really beginning to irritate me. ''Oh.'' He said dejectedly. Then he brightened. ''Maybe another time.'' Then he bounced off to his seat. I sighed once again. That boy had a head thicker than a ten inch concrete wall.

Mr. Berty called for our attention. I relaxed and let the familiar topics calm me, immersing myself in the reassuring literature. My classes passed without incident. It was Forks, after all. Nothing interesting ever happened. In Trigonometry Jessica complained that Mike wasn't paying attention to her and insinuated that I should be doing more to fend off his advances. She implied that I was a bad friend, and that I was a traitor. I simply let her words roll off of me. Jessica had always been a drama queen. By the time lunch rolled around I was thoroughly exhausted. I was so sick of Forks and the people in it. I felt that I couldn't take another moment. How was I going to survive the year?

Then I spotted Angela, the only sane one of the lot. She was a shining beacon in the darkness. I almost threw myself into her arms and hugged her. Almost. Angela was shy and very quiet. I didn't mind though. Simply her presence calmed me. Reminded me that I had less than a year left here. That it would end. Eventually. It would. It had to.

The rest of the day was just as uneventful as the beginning had been. Classes and more classes. When I got home I did my homework. Then I made myself some dinner. Charlie still hadn't arrived home. I looked at the clock and sighed. I doubted that he would be home. I went upstairs, showered, brushed my teeth and changed for bed. I wasn't tired enough to sleep. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about my day. Just another typical day in Forks. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered if anything interesting would ever happen in Forks. Something to interrupt the mind-numbing monotony that seemed to be the very essence of the place.

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Kate.