discliamer: I own nothing! twilight and all the characters belong to stephenie meyer

My first day went by slowly, painstakingly slowly. Every second that I had to sit in the cramped classroom with my "classmates" felt like hours. I was counting down the hours till school was over.

I sat with my "new best friend" Jessica at lunch. Everyone was new here so it was quite hectic finding places to sit, even though the lunchroom (and the student population) was small.

She introduced my to some of her friends that she had met through daycare. I'm bad with names and quickly forgot all of them. They seemed nice, but I didn't really feel like I really fit in.

While she chatted with her friends, I had my eyes staring across the small lunchroom. There sat Alice, with her friends and him.

Jessica must've noticed my staring because she casually leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Never seen him before, but he's going to be my boyfriend," she smiled and turned back to her friends.

One of Jessica's friends, Angela, looked at me and said, "Don't listen to Jessica. She doesn't know what she's saying." I managed a small smile towards her and nodded my head. She returned my smile and we went back to staring down at out lunch and eating.

For the rest of the day, we did "fun" games. I didn't particularly like any of them, but other kids seemed to enjoy them. Also, Alice never came back to school and neither did the rest of her friends. I was lonely sitting there with the two boys.

When school was over, Mrs. Clearwater showed each of us what doors to exit out of, where to go, and which bus to go on.

I guess when my dad said "pick me up after school" he didn't actually mean it because he told my teacher that I would be going on the bus. I sighed and followed the rest of the kids that were getting on bus B. Me being the slow and clumsy person that I am, quickly fell behind the rest of the crowd.

Once I exited the school, I had to run to the bus because the doors were closing and it was getting ready to leave. The bus driver opened the doors back up. I smiled and mumbled a quick thank you before looking for a place to sit.

Most of the seats were already filled with lots of chatty students gushing over there first day of school. I walked down the aisle looking for an empty place to sit, but every place to sit was full.

I looked over the top of the seats and saw an empty seat in the back row. I quickly walked down the aisle staring at my feet carefully trying not to trip over my own feet. When I got to the empty seat I went to put my backpack on the floor when I saw that one side of the seat was already occupied. It was occupied by him.

I immediately went stiff and so did he. He looked at me and then gazing around the rest of the bus, I don't know why though. I looked around to. There were no other seats. He was looking for another place for me to sit.

When he finally realized this was the last seat on the bus he moved his books off the other side of the seat and set them carefully on his lap. I dropped my backpack on the floor in front of my legs and scooted onto the smelly bus seats.

I looked up at him and he was staring out the window with a tight grip on the seat. His face was tight and he was scrunched up right next to the side of the bus, the farthest place away from me.

I was shocked that he could hate me already. Did I do anything wrong? I didn't think so. I mumbled a really quick sorry, not even loud enough for him to hear me, or so I thought. He flinched, but still didn't turn around to face me.

During the bus ride, I tried to stay calm, but he was surrounding all my thoughts. I hadn't even spoke to him, well I sort of had but I wouldn't really count these two encounters as conversations, more like coincidental accidents were we (or just one of us) mumbled a few words.

The old bus halted to a slow stop in front of my house. I stole one quick glance back at him, but his grip on the seat was as tight as ever and he was still staring out of the window. I sighed and rushed up to the front of the bus. Before I could catch my balance, I was once again flying toward the dirty floor of the bus and before I realized it, I was on my knees. I looked up to see a small pale foot sticking out of one of the seats. A boy was sitting there with a smirk on his face. The whole front of the bus was laughing… at me. I quickly brushed myself off, thanked the bus driver, and climbed down the gigantic steps of the bus.

I took one last look down the long bus and I would've sworn I saw a small pale face staring at me.

"Bella, how was your first day of school?" Charlie asked me while stuffing another egg roll into his mouth. We never cooked and usually settled on Chinese take-out.

"Fine," I murmured from across the table.

"Meet anyone new?" Charlie continued to try and make small talk.

I nodded, "a few people."

"Well that's good, I'm going to watch the game, and you need to get ready for bed."

I nodded, and headed up the stairs excited for tomorrow. You're not supposed to be excited for school are you? No, I don't think so. Were normal people like Jessica excited for school? What about Alice? What about me? I kept telling myself the answer was no but it was a lie.

I sighed and crawled into bed. I slowly fell asleep with the face of a pretty boy in my head.

As soon as I walked into the classroom I was greeted by Alice who had a huge smile on her face. Before I could manage a simple hello, she was pushing me to our table.

"Sit," she ordered. I obeyed. She just smiled and crawled up on her chair. With her size it was amazing she could see above the t able. Mike and James were already seated, but James kept poking Mike and laughing. Poor Mike looked like he was about to cry.

I looked back to where Alice was sitting, but before I could say anything Mrs. Clearwater explained today's activities. It sounded like we were supposed to be doing inspirational finger painting. Since when is finger painting ever inspirational!

Too soon, each table was loaded with finger paints of every color and every one had there own piece of paper. I groaned.

"Do you have something against finger painting Bella?" Alice said questionably.

I looked at her. "Not really… I guess it's okay…," I forced out. Alice just laughed.

I started thinking about what I was going to paint but ended up staring at him instead of my piece of paper.

"Hi I'm Bella," I told him.

"Hello, Bella, your very pretty," he replied.

I looked down and blushed.

"Do you want to eat lunch with me today?" he asked.

I smiled, "Sure."

He smiled back and led me outside.

"You sit out here?" I asked. It was the field. I looked around it, and it was empty. I frowned. Where was Alice?? That's when I saw four crouched figures sitting at the edge of the field. Their mouths were wide open, almost in a smile, but they had…fangs.

"Welcome …lunch," he looked at me and crouched down like the rest of them. He… he was a vampire! He sprang towards me.

I quickly snapped back into reality. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed me. Pheww. No one seemed to have seen me. I stared down at my paper which was still empty. I was surprised. Of course it's empty you've been daydreaming the whole time.

I looked towards Alice's painting to see it was the sun sitting on the cloud. It was magnificent. She was like a finger painting artist! It made me kind of sad looking down at my blank paper. I saw that Mike's paper was filled with a mess of colors. I tilted my head and squinted my eyes to see if there was some kind of abstract image within it. Nope.

Alice was also looking at Mike's painting. "That's a nice hippo, Mike," Alice said kindly.

"It's a flower," Mike said with a frown on his face, "and it's for Bella."

I looked down at my paper really fast, pretending I hadn't noticed. Alice looked towards me with her hand over her mouth holding back a giggle. I looked at her and stuck my tongue out at her, which just made her laugh even harder.

I looked around trying to distract myself from Alice's constant giggling. I looked towards James' painting. It was fangs that were covered with… blood? It looked kind of gruesome. I shivered.

Mrs. Clearwater finally called for lunch time and students ran out of the classroom screaming just for the fun of it. I started to walk out of the classroom when a firm hold grabbed my small arm. I didn't even have time to notice how cold the hand was because it hurt! I looked to see it was Alice. Since when is something so small so…strong. She was dragging me over to the table where he sat along with Jessica and a few others of Alice's "friends." Oh No! I threw my heels down trying to make her stop dragging me but her grip just tightened until she had dragged me all the way to where he sat.

Once we had arrived at her destination she let go of me. I rubbed my arm where her tiny hand had just been mouthing the word "oww."

"Silly Bella," Alice rolled her eyes. "Well anyways I want you to meet my brother, Edward."

Her BROTHER?? He I mean Edward, was her brother!?

I quickly looked between them to try and see the resemblance but the only thing they seemed to have in common was their pale features and their golden eyes.

Alice must've noticed me looking at them both.

"Were adopted," she quickly threw in. I nodded, but didn't know what to do. I didn't want to just stand there like an idiot but was I supposed to shake his hand or say hi.

I opted for the simply "hello" and a quick wave, but he just stared at me. I quickly averted my eyes and looked towards Alice, but she had a grumpy expression on her face as she stared at Edward.

"Umm well I have to go eat…," I quickly mumbled and headed out the door. I turned around to see that Alice was yelling at Edward. I slipped out of the classroom and walked into the cafeteria. I saw Jessica and she waved me over. I stumbled over to the table her and her friends occupied and took a seat next to Angela.

We made small talk and laughed over some crazy finger painting pictures we had seen.

"Did you see Lauren's? It was a mess of poo colors, she called it like a moose or something," I laughed and we continued talking for the remainder of lunch.

Way too soon I was forced to drag myself back to the classroom. As soon as I reached my table, I was getting drowned with apologizes from Alice.

"Bella, I'm so sorry! Edward's in a bad mood! Don't take it personally! He's just like that he's not very nice! I'm so sorry Bella!!" Alice said while giving me a hug.

"Alice I'm fine," I told her trying to push her off of me.

"O good!" she said while sending death stares at Edward.

We sat back down at our small table continuing to glance at all the "inspirational" finger painting pictures. That's when I noticed a masterpiece finger painting project sitting up on the board. I gasped. It was the kind of picture that is hung in the wall of an art gallery not done by a six year old.

It was just so… beautiful, I had to see who did it, and curiosity got the best of me.

Before the rest of the class came in, I decided to take a peak at the bottom of the paper where each student had been instructed to put there name. I slipped out of my chair and casually walked up to the board.

In the right bottom corner of the paper was the name:

Edward