I am not Stephenie Meyer, I don't own anything, except maybe Chris and Mary.

Perviously;

We pulled up to the parking lot for this new school. Suddenly, a crippling force hit me, taking me by surprise. Nothing like this had happened since, since he left. I couldn't breathe, not that I needed to, I guess. Still, the pain was there. Handicapping me, surrounding me, engulfing me, not allowing me to breathe. I had learned to ignore the ache. Why had it come back now? Then I saw it. A silver Volvo. His silver Volvo.

"Bella? Bella? Are you okay?" Mary's worried voice cascaded toward me. Her worried face suddenly appeared in my line of sight. She took one look at my face and knew what had happened. Chris and Mary both knew what they, what he had done to me. Mary's mouth pulled back into a snarl and an involuntary growl escaped from her lips.

"Ye—yeah. Just for a second there, it looked like, well, it looked like his car. But its not. It can't be. Plenty of people have silver Volvo's. That doesn't mean that he's here." I stuttered a little. It wasn't them I was trying to convince. I was trying to convince myself that it wasn't his car. "Anyway, let's go. We have to look like we know where we're going, or else we'll have plenty of people wanting to direct us where to go. We wouldn't want to have to kill someone for being to annoying on the first day of school." I joked. Chris and Mary didn't look convinced.

Mary led me to the main office. "Hello, my name is Mrs. Ventura. You must be new." A professional-sounding secretary introduced herself from behind the dark wood desk.

"Yes. We—, "he gestured to himself and then to me, "We are the Sutters. I am Chris and she is Bella. This is Mary Newman." We had decided to have Chris and I be siblings and not have Mary be related to us so Mary and Chris could 'date' without getting weird looks from people.

"Good. Now if you'll just sign these forms," she handed a pile of official-looking documents to Chris. I zoned out of the conversation then. Was it possible that the Cullens were here? I hadn't seen them for nearly 90 years. I hadn't heard from any of them, not once. They had better not be here. Well, actually, I wouldn't mind if they were here. Just not him. Everyone else I wouldn't mind seeing again. Alice and Emmett and Jasper—I had to stop. They weren't here; it really didn't matter anyway--.

"Bella? Bella?" Mary waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped away from my thoughts. "You need to sign this." She placed one of the many forms in front of me. I signed. My handwriting had gotten a bit better since I was changed, Thank God.

"Okay, you are all set to go." Mrs. Ventura dismissed us.

"Thank you." Chris led me and Mary out into the hall where we began to compare schedules. Mary took hold of my schedule. Her face fell.

"Oh man, Bella, we only have Math and English together! Oh, well we still have Gym! Oh, and lunch too!" Mary turned around to compare with Chris.

I slowly trudged to my first period class, math. Ew. One of my least favorite subjects. At lease in English, you can learn new things, read new books. I still haven't read a lot of the books in the world. In math, I've been learning the same things again and again. Talk about boring!

"Bella! Wait up! I have math with you, remember?" Mary ran up, a bit too fast for normal humans but, luckily they didn't seem to notice.

I groaned. Just what I needed. I would have to spend the whole class pretending to listen to whatever Mary as whispering under her breath to me. Maybe I could just throw her into a wall to get her to shut up. (AN; One of her powers, find out about it later.) The way Mary could talk, she could give Alice a run for her money!

I kept shuffling down the halls, trying in vain to ignore the whispering and pointing humans. Some of these guys really needed a life! I just hoped none of them approached me, I didn't know if I could control my temper today. I didn't know why I was in such a bad mood. I hoped for their sake that they would just stay away.

Chris came up to Mary and kissed her full on the lips. She was surprised, but responded eagerly. I gave Chris a questioning look. He pulled away from Mary and grinned at me. "You should have heard what some of these boys were thinking." He shuddered. "I just had to show my territory." He turned on his heel and strode back the way he came, presumably going to his first period class. Chris could read minds, just like him.

Sure enough, several onlookers turned away, downcast. I watched as one of them didn't turn away; he had his gaze fixed entirely on me. I watched as he approached me. Mary followed my gaze.

"Hi, my name is Daniel Hamely. Do you need any help finding your way around the school?" No, what I need is for you to get away from me, I thought. Before I kick your ass all the way to California.

Instead, I faked a smile and choked out, "No thanks, I will be fine." He frowned.

"Are you sure? I know that the school can be very har—" He was cut off by Mary, who saw that I was about to burst.

"Thanks anyway." Mary replied, turning me away.

"Get lost? The school's a frickin square!" I whispered to Mary. She chuckled, then led me to our first class.