Chapter 3:

"Edward wake up!" Alice said walking into my room.

I groan and mumble 'Go away' as I turn over in my covers and put the pillow over my head.

This doesn't faze Alice as she jumps on my bed and starts to tickle me

"We gotta go to school! Come on, the sooner you get up, the sooner it's over with.

I was NOT looking forward to this day at all. New school, new torture.

"Fine! I'm up. I'm up..." I tell her as she jumps gleefully out of my room to let me get dressed.

"Honey, where are my socks?" I hear my dad downstairs asking my mom.

"They're on your feet Carlisle." My mom smiles as I walk down to the kitchen.

"It's alive!! It's alive...the sleeping monster walks among us!" My mom teases. It's common knowledge in our household that I am always the last to be up. I roll my eyes as I pour a bowl of cheerios, my all-time favorite breakfast food, and sit between Jasper and Alice. I look around and realize for the first time that we really are the typical American family. We eat breakfast together, go on walks together, spend time together. It's not that bad. I mean, it's unusual for siblings close to the same age to get along so well. Alice and I are twins, Emmett is a senior this year and Jasper is a sophmore. Rosalie is taking college courses at Forks Community College, surprising for a town this small that they actual have a college. Sometimes I wonder if we are even really human.

Bella's POV:

"Beth! come on! Let's go! I need to get ready too, you know!" I bang on the bathroom door.

"In a minute! Let me just finish with my eyeliner!"

"Why? it will just draw attention to yourself. Do you really want that?"

There was a pause and then, "Maybe I do"

"Why?"

"Because, I want to experience these high school boys I read about in magazines all the time. Don't you want to feel human?"

"No"

"I'm not saying we have to do it all the time, just for a little while"

"No. Now get out so I can use the bathroom"

"But I wasn't finished..."

"Beth, you look beautiful,even without all the make-up on."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yes, now get out!"

"FINE!"

Beth opens the door and I rush in. I brush my hair and my teeth and look at myself in the mirror. I take in my pale face and lank hair. The dark circles under my eyes. 'Well here's a regular beauty queen' I think to myself sarcastically as I eye Beth's huge polka-dotted make-up bag. I heave a sigh.

"Oh, to hell with it." I tell myself as I open it and put on her foundation and blush, her mascara,eye shadow and finally her eyeliner. When I emerge twenty minutes later, Beth looks at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Who are you and what did you do with my sister?"

"You don't like it?" I blink. My eyes are bleary from when I poked myself with the eyeliner.

"You kidding? I LOVE it! Now let's go, we don't want to be late!" She pulls my hand and we run out the door. I drive our old Corvette. Even with my father's successful furniture chains around the country, we don't like standing out. If we stand out, it just leaves questions. This is why even though we can actually afford any foreign import sprts car for all of us, we stick to the older cars. Besides, they are built way better anyways and really, the Corvette wasn't old when we bought it brand new in the 70's.

"Well sis, we better face the music"

"You make it seem like we are going to our executions"

"Well, aren't we? Think of it. There are hundreds of kids in one tiny building for seven hours a day. . .there will be many cute guys, but only one 'God' of the school. Every guy wants to be him, every girl wants to be with him. This means, the competitions to win his heart will take over your mind, you won't be my Beth. You will be...Beth the girl who can get any guy at school she wants and forgets her true self"

"Calm down Bella." Beth says as she looks down at my hands. We made it to school, I look down and realize my hands were in a death grip. I flexed them slowly for a few minutes than get out of the car. Beth takes my arm and drags me to the office.

"Hi! I'm Beth and this is Bella! We just moved here and we need our schedules" Beth smiles flirtatiously at the pimpled boy behind the main desk.

"Uh-uh sure...just a minute" He squeaks and shuffles some papers, drops them and then re-shuffles them again. Finally he gives us a stack of papers.

"Just, sign all these. Here are your schedules. Welcome to Forks." The boy smiles. I glare at him, I knew what he is thinking. Even if I coulnd't read minds, it's plain on his face. He wants to get with us. He's one of those creepy perverts who think sisters are hot. Ew, gross.

Beth, realizing this after a minute says, "Thanks Bill" and heads to the door forgetting she just messed up.

Bill replies, "How did you know my name?"

"I didn't, I call everyone Bill." Beth recovers. "Hey Bill, hi Bill, How's it going Bill?" She starts waving at other kids coming in and calling them Bill.

"Come on Bill, we better get to class" She tells me. I smile at the real Bill as I turn around. So much for his 'sisters are hot' theory. Beth changed it to 'sisters are freaking weird' after her little performance.

Beth and I had first hour American History together. Naturally, I sat way in back and she sat in the front row and between two boys. Beth spent most of the time talking with the blonde boy on the left, Mike.

My other classes dragged on until sixth hour Biology. Beth and I so far had every class, except for this one. She was in PE, which meant I was alone. What sucked even worse was that everyone already had partners and the only empty desk was on the left side in the very front. So I was by myself. I looked around slowly until the bell rang. No one else was coming in. The teacher made me humiliate myself, I had to get up and make up an elaborate story. The teacher looked at me quizzically and asked me if I ever lived here before this. He remembered seeing a girl like me when he was my age. I looked at him like he was crazy and just turned to go back to my seat. That's when I heard the door open and saw a slim figure walk slowly in. I didn't even have to look up to see who it was. It was him. My new lab partner too from the looks of it. I glared at him, he doesn't need to be here. It's not safe for him. I'm not safe for him. He walked up to me,

"Is this seat taken?" He shyly asked me.

I kept my eyes on the table and shrugged. Every so often he would turn to look at me, I just glared at him in response. Finally, he stopped. As soon as the bell rang, I bolted out of the classroom. I caught up with Beth in the hallway and told her what happened. She was helpless on what to do. After my PE class, I ran to the office. I came up with excuses for why I couldn't have sixth hour biology. Religion, health, allergies, anything to get out of it. I pleaded with the office lady to let me switch out. But, alas, nothing worked. I turned to leave, defeated in my mission to get away from smell-good boy, when I heard the door open. Once again, I didn't have to look up to know who it was. I pushed him out of the way and ran to the car. Beth was waiting for me

"Well? how did it go?"

I just handed her the keys and went to the passenger side.

"That bad, huh?"

I just glared at her. "Like I really needed to tell YOU. You knew this all along and never bothered to tell me. WHY DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME YOUR VISIONS?" I yelled frustratedly.

"I told you already, sometimes they don't come true and I don't want to get your hopes up."

"My hopes up? My hopes up for what?"

"For your destiny...I see it, I don't want to tell you. I mean, you read minds. I never get any privacy from that. It feels good to know something uyou don't"

"Fine. You want me to butt out, I will."

The rest of the ride home was silent. When we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out before the car was even in park and went to my room.

Edward POV:

I sat in my room doing my homework, but I found it hard to concentrate. My thoughts kept going back to that girl in biology. Why was she so hostile towards me? What did I do wrong to her? She treated me with such hatred and yet, I can't stop thinking about her. She was beautiful, but not in the typical Jessica Alba way. She was more of the Nicole Kidman type. She was one of those classic beauties. Listen to me, I sound like Alice's teen magazines. After several attempts to read through the Great Depression, I closed my history book and went downstairs for dinner.

Emmett was already at the table, eyeing the food with an animal-like desire. Alice and Rosalie were helping mom wih dinner. Jasper was on the phone with Mark, his best friend from Pittsburgh (our hometown). Dad was sitting on the sun porch, going through his new client's files. The worry from his first day at the Seattle office was evident on his face. I walked outside anjd sat next to him.

"Hey Dad, So how was work?" I asked him. This was after all, the primary reason why we moved. My dad's old friend from college opened up his own practice and promised my dad co-partnership. His office was in Seattle, but my dad decided to have us move to Forks because of cheaper rent and because mom was tired of the city life. She was raised in a small town in Montana. Her father, my grandfather, owned a ranch. Mom always said she missed the country life, herego why we moved here.

"It was all right. Nerve-racking, but it will get better with time. How was school?"?"

"Nerve-racking and weird"

"Weird? How?"

I debated on whether to tell my dad about the girl, then decided against it.

"Just lonely and awkward. I didn't know anyone, Alice was in only one of my classes, All the kids looked at me like I was a freak"

"It's tough being the new guy , huh?"

"You're telling me." I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

My dad put his arm around my shoulder and said, "You know, we have a few minutes before dinner. How about you and I toss around the old football?"

"Sure" I went inside to get the ball and tossed it around until mom told us if we didn't get in for dinner in one minute, we would starve.

That night, I went to bed dreaming of her. The girl who was so hateful to me but who I liked so much. I promised myself I would get to know her better if it was the last thing I did.