Author's Note: Quick reminder, this happens in the present in the Forks. (Obviously) Keep in mind, this is not the original Bella she is...different.

"Say WHAT?" I jumped out of the chair I was sitting in and stared at my father. He had the weirdest way of staying calm when the world outside is falling.

"You are starting school tomorrow," he repeated calmly.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I've been alive for over 200 years and I have never technically had much contact with humans. Actually, apart from the occasional hunting, I've never talked to a human. And now, he wants me to attend a school with humans?

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I questioned. He chuckled and shook his head.

"No. I think you just need to see more of life than just this mansion and the creatures in it," he explained.

"But..." He raised his hand stopping me mid-sentence.

"No but's. You will do as I say or you will marry John," he threatened. My mouth dropped open. He knew I hated John.

"Fine! But I won't like it," I shot back.

"I wouldn't say that so soon," he said in a knowing tone. What does he know that I don't? Ugh! I hate the fact that he can basically do everything while I can only manipulate objects.

"Father," I said sweetly walking over to the chair he sat in. "What makes you say that?" He shook his hand and pretended like he was zipping his mouth shut. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out of his office.

"Don't worry, dear. I will send John and Evelyn to accompany you," he said while I walked out.

"Like that would make it any less painful," I complained. I heard him laugh lightly when I pulled the door closed behind me.

Why does he insist that he knew what is best for me? True, he knows what will happen and whatnot, but still, I am not a child. Like my day hasn't been bad enough, John strode down the hall in my direction. I put on a big fake smile and waved to him.

"Hey Bella!" He greeted too eagerly.

"Hi," I replied walking away as fast as I can. I cursed my father for not allowing anyone to use their powers in the mansion and preventing me from teleporting out of here.

"Aren't you excited about going to school tomorrow? I wonder what I should wear," he rambled.

I knew I didn't have to answer because he wasn't expecting one. He just wanted someone to talk on and on about a random subject to while they just nodded like they were listening. I ignore him on most occasions but he still thinks I like him and continues to stick to me like SuperGlue.

I reached my room and slammed the door shut in his face. I collapsed on the bed and turned on the music. What is high school? What is school, period. Oh my god, my father was right. I know nothing of the outside world. I am like a bird trapped in a cage. But why couldn't I take a trip around the world or something instead of attending school with 17 year old humans. I may look 17 but I am well over 100 in age. I heard a knock on the door and shut off the music.

"Come in," I said pulling myself up and straightening my hair. The doorknob turned and the door opened. Evelyn flounced in with a grin on her face.

"Bella! I am so excited about tomorrow," She said sitting herself on the bed too.

"Oh no, not you too," I groaned.

"What? Come on, you have to be a little curious. And even if you sulk all day, it won't change your dad's mind and you'll just be miserable for nothing," she pointed out. That is a good point.

"What do you suggest we do?" I sighed.

"We find fun in something that's supposed to be bloody boring," she said excitedly. This is why Evelyn is my best friend. She can make anything fun and convince me of anything. Sometimes I wonder if my father sent her specifically for this purpose. "Besides, your dad says you might find something you like." I rose an eyebrow at her and looked at her sideways.

"Do you know something about this?" I asked suspicious. She shook her head vigorously knowing what I was thinking.

"That's all I know. He wouldn't tell me anymore about it but he did have a weird smile on his face." She sounded truthful enough. It was typical of my father to keep things to himself. Why is he acting so mysteriously though. "Come on, we've got until morning to figure out what we should wear." She screamed pulling me off the bed and swinging open the doors to my closet.

Thanks to my father, I have a wardrobe that makes the queen of England feel scarce. She giggled as she ran around looking for the perfect outfit. If you can't beat them, join them. I started searching the rows of clothes for something that I wanted to wear before she picked something that I was going to hate.

"I did some research and found that we should just wear something simple," Evelyn stated happily. "Have you talked to John? He was really excited too. Are you sure you don't like him because he seems to think you do."

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," I sighed. "He just can't seem to get it into his head that I can't even have a decent conversation with him otherwise like him."

"I don't know. I think he's sort of cute," she said dreamily.

"Then you can have him," I offered. She screeched loudly and grabbed my hands.

"Really? You are the best friend ever! I will never forget this!" I covered my ears and just nodded. "Okay, I have to go pick a perfect outfit. I'll see you in the morning." She raced out of my room and slammed the door shut behind her. At least she'll keep him busy.

That's one less thing to worry about for tomorrow. This was certainly going to be interesting. I've seen several movies on the so called 'high school life' and they involve too many childish problems. Either way, it can't be that bad. Nothing I can't handle or so I hope.