We walked into building and followed the signs that pointed us in the direction of the front office. I didn't know where we are supposed to be, but I bet someone there could help us. We walked slowly and silently, taking the time to look around. The so called 'school' was just a collection of plain buildings with labeled with large numbers. Nothing else was moving in the halls and I found the emptiness eerie and too quiet. We followed the signs as they pointed us to a wood door. John grabbed the handle and pulled the door open before stepping back to allow me to walk in first. Evelyn followed close behind me, beaming at John as she passed.

I stepped up to the desk and examined the woman behind it who was so engrossed in a book that she hadn't heard us come in. After being treated like a princess for the last 200 years, I wasn't used to being ignored. I grew impatient and cleared my throat, finally succeeding in catching her attention. I smiled pleasantly and she looked stunned. I sighed mentally, Not this again.

"Excuse me," I was trying to be polite but she still stared at me wide-eyed as if I was an alien, "My name is Isabella Swanne and these two are Evelyn Laurence and John Livingston. We were wondering if you knew where we were supposed to be. It's our first day."

At the mention of my name she nodded furiously and her eyes looked dreamy.

"Oh, Ms. Swanne! We've been expecting you and your siblings," she said cheerfully and began to dig in her files. I repressed laughter at the word 'siblings' and shot a warning glance at the others to do the same. She reemerged a minute later and handed each of us a piece of paper.

"These are your schedules for the day. On the back is the map of the school just in case you get lost. Good luck!" I nodded and turned to walk out.

"What in the world is a schedule?" I asked as I turned to walk down the still empty halls. Evelyn and John followed suit with identical looks of confusion on their faces. I guess I was the only one who had the ability to figure anything out here. The first thing on the list was English. English? I already knew English and spoke it fluently. What was the use of taking something I already know? I doubted these teachers could tell me something I didn't know before now. I'd already spent over 200 years studying with my father and digging through his collection of books.

"What is first on your list?" I asked turning around to face my 'siblings.'

'Physical Education,' replied John scratching his head. 'What in heavens is that?' he asked, glancing at me for help. I was just as confused as him, so I just shrugged.

"I have Biology," Evelyn added. "Isn't that some sort of like science?" She too turned to me for confirmation and I nodded; I was proud that I actually knew the answer to that question.

"Well, then I guess I'll see you later. If we don't see each other before the day ends, then I'll meet you at the car," I said. They nodded in unison and flipped their paper around to navigate themselves to their class. I waited until they were out of sight before doing the same.

I made my way through the identically ghostly hallways and found the room I was looking for. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping in. The man in the front stopped mid-sentence and glanced in my direction. The others sitting in the direction hushed and stared at me with awe and . . . disgust? I decided I didn't want to know why and continued toward the man. Maybe I should introduce myself.

"Hello. My name is Isabella Swanne. I'm new." I was getting a bit annoyed by the way he kept staring at me. These people have clearly not learned that it was rude to stare.

"Am I in the right place?" I pressed, holding out the paper for him to see. He tore his eyes off me and glanced at the paper before nodding. He cleared his throat and straightened, attempting to make himself look taller.

"Welcome, Ms. Swanne, please take a seat anywhere you'd like," he said gesturing to the rows of seats in front of him. I almost laughed at his silliness; there was only one empty seat. I pressed my lips together to keep myself silent and strode over to the lone seat in the back corner of the room. I felt stares boring into the back of my neck as I passed, but ignored it. Once I had claimed my seat, the man cleared his throat and began whatever he was saying before my arrival.

As I expected, he taught nothing I hadn't perfected years ago. I was tempted to correct him on occasions but reminded myself that I was supposed to be the student and he the teacher; not the other way around. I hope Evelyn and John are having more fun than I am.

Fifteen minutes into the class, I placed my elbow on the desk and used it to hold up my head. I was bored. I paid no attention to what was coming out of the teacher's mouth and felt myself getting more frustrated with every minute because I kept catching people staring at me. I don't know how long I sat there before a loud buzzing sounded, making me cringe. I looked around and saw everyone got up and head out the door. I followed the group, ignoring a boy who was attempting to introduce himself to me.

The boy followed me down the hall and refused to go away, and I realized that I might be able to use him to find out where I was supposed to go next. I halted and turned around, surprising him.

"Can I help you?" I asked making me voice sound indifferent.

"Hello. My name is Mike. I was just wondering if you would like me to show you to your next class," he said with a smile. He seemed to already expect me to say yes. He reminded me of John and I didn't like that at all, but at least I found out what I was supposed to be doing.

"No, thank you. I can manage." I turned and walked quickly away. He didn't follow me this time.

I pulled out the paper from my pocket and studied it again. Apparently, I had a business class next. I flipped over the paper and calculated my route. This is already beginning to become dull and I haven't even been through half the day, yet.

Again, I sat bored out of my mind while the teacher lectured on the different types of businesses. I glanced at my schedule and saw that I had lunch next. I puzzled over what that could mean, doubting that the humans would be too happy with my idea of lunch.

The angry buzzing sounded again and I jumped out of my seat, making my way to the lunch room. I prayed that Evelyn or even John had this with me just for the sake of company. Father is going to pay for this. I certainly hadn't found anything I liked, just plenty of things I hated.

Author's Note: She doesn't know how wrong she is. REVIEW please if you want the next chap because Edward is in it!