A/N - Thank you for the reviews! I hope you all enjoy chapter one! BTW Esther is the name of the new girl.

Esther's POV

Forks. Hmmm... I wonder if there is some sort of ban on spoons here. Maby a Spork peace treaty?

"Esther, give me a hand with these boxes, will ya?" I looked over to see my little sister, Grace, age fifteen, struggling with a large box full of books. I withdrew from my rambling mind and helped her lift it into the house. We, my mother, my sister and I, were moving into a new house, and I far as I was concerned, a new world.

We had gone from sunshiney Orlando, Florida, to the opposite side of the country. I knew I would love it here. There were so many reasons why.

For one, we would be away from my Dad, as my parents were recently divorced. Most kids were mortified if their parents starting discussing divorce, but I had welcomed it with open arms. He had gotten my twin brothers, but I didn't really care. We weren't all that close, and they didn't like me all that much anyways. I could tell my mom was crushed though, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Reason number two, it was almost always chilly up here, something that I longed for. Liviing in Florida my whole life did not mean I liked warmth. Also, practicly every day it rained. I love the rain, and also I have a mini-obsession with umbrellas.

Of course the best part of all was the house. I was a gorgeous little two story white-washed structure. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and wall-to-wall bookshelves in the living room for our vast collection of books. And my own room! HUZZAH!

And it was the best room in the house. The Attic. I walked down the hall and pulled down the ladder that led to my own room. My room. The words sounded forigen in my mind. I managed to walk up the stairs toting one of my boxes filled with just some of my many stuffed animals. I set the box on the ground and looked around.

It had beautiful tan hardwood floors and two windows; one facing the front yard, and the beautiful white oak tree just outside the window, and the other facing the neighbor's property. Their house was graceful, timeless, and most likely a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, and built rectangular and well proportioned.

I couldn't help but sighing while looking at it, it was so beautiful. What kind of people could possibly live in that poetic house, I mused.

"Esther, get down here right now and HELP!" I smiled and stumbled down the stairs to finish unpacking.

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I sighed and wiped my hand across my forehead. I was day-three, and finaly everything was in place. I looked around at my mismatched room. Sort of like me. Mismatched. Unique.

I had a twin-sized bed, with my five different comferters tossed on as well as all of my stuffed animals in a large disarry. There was my small bookshelf (it was a soft pink color from last summer when grace and I wanted to paint something), where I kept only my favorite books, and setting on top was my stereo system. I had a tiny collection of C.Ds, most of my music was off iTunes and on my iBook. There was a little tan bedside table with a lamp on it for late-night reading sessions. Laying on the floor was my HUGE fuzzy hot pink rug. It was tackey, but it had been a gift from my favorite aunt for my fourteenth birthday.

But my favorite part of this room was the paint-job. I had done it myself. On one side it was a baby blue sky with a few white clouds smattered in. As you walked towards the opposite wall, it faded into a clear navy blue - almost black- night with some stars speckled around. "My room." The words tasted new and different on my lips. I loved it.

I sighed and looked down at my paint covered hands. There wouldn't be many cloudless days -or nights for that matter- here in Forks. But I had discovered another advantage to living in the attic, and I was about to take advantage of it.

I glanced down at my hands again. O.K., I would take advantage of it, and then I would take a shower.

I checked the clock as I opened the drawer on the bed-side table to pull out a half-eaten bag of sour cream and chedder ruffles. It was 5:30 A.M. Time for the sun to show it's brillient face. I pulled the smuggled beach towel out from under my bed and open the window facing the beautiful mansion-like house. Then I jumped.

My feet landed lightly on the roof, and I laid out the towel and sat down on it. I opened my bag of chips and sat down and waited for the sun rise.

As I crunched on a chip, I thought about how many times my long time friend, Marie, and I had done this same exact thing on her roof every summer since we were twelve. I let out a little sigh and brought my hand to my "Best Friends Forever" necklace. I really missed her. It wasn't the same thing with out her up here with me, telling jokes in whispers, so as to not wake up her parents.

As the sky slowly got slowly lighter, I found myself gazing once again at the old mansion. I noticed a light was on in the room directly in front of me. I couldn't see much through the window, but I did catch a glimpse of bronze hair and pale white skin. It was also without a doubt a guy.

My face grew hot as I realized that I was staring into a complete stranger's house. I looked away quickly. The sun was starting to peek over some stormy looking clouds, and I needed to get ready for my first day at Forks High School.

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After I had finally scrubbed every last bit of paint off, I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me, and hurridly brushed my teeth. I blow-dryed my hair quickly and then hurried to my room (It was still strange hearing those words) to get dressed.

I threw on my favorite pair of faded stretch Levis, and a little seafoam green top with "Bossy Beyond Belief" scrawled across it in sparkly white cursive letters. After slipping into my old black and pink Vans, I walked over to my dresser mirror.

I ran a brush through my tangled mass of hair, and then let it tumble over my shoulders and back. My hair was long, and easily tangled, so I usualy wore it up. But it was my first day at a new school, why not try to make a good impression? Into my ears went my chunky white hoops.

I then applied a little eyeliner and a tiny bit of my sparkly silver eye shadow and I was off.

I was half-way down the stairs when I realized I had left my necklace in the bathroom. I doubled back and secured it around my neck, then jetted down the stairs towards the kitchen.

I crammed a piece of toast into my mouth and took a swig of orange juice. I grabbed Grace, then my backpack, and sped out the door after giving my mother a peck on the cheek. "See you later mom!"

We jumped into my second-hand tan mini-coup with red racing stripes, and I hurriedly pulled out of the driveway. As I pulled out I saw a shiny silver Volvo speed out of the neighbor's driveway at a break-neck pace. Before it was out of sight, I caught another glimpse of bronze-colored hair and pale white skin. I quickly shook it out of my head as I headed towards a new school, new friends, and a new life.

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