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Chapter 2

First Day of School

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Harry woke up to the sound of his alarm clock's beeps marking the start of a Monday morning—Harry's first day of school. Harry enrolled himself at Forks High School because he wanted to be sure of having the requirements for a decent Muggle job in case he really couldn't handle going back to the British Wizarding World. Harry knew that with the money he inherited from his parents and Sirius, and what the Lovegoods and Longbottoms gave him, he'd be able to get a hundred years old and he'd still have lots of money in his bank account—he just wanted to be really independent. He didn't want to rely on his parents' money his whole life.

Harry got up and went over to his closet to get some clothes. Then, he entered the bathroom for a quick shower. When Esme brought Harry to this house, she told him that she designed it herself. At first, Harry was just slightly appreciative since it must be nerve-racking to have something you did or made be judged by others but when Harry saw the actual house and its interior, he was just so amazed by Esme's work. He profusely thanked her after that.

Harry learned that day that Esme was married to a doctor named Carlisle Cullen. They have five kids who, according to her, are all adopted. All of them attend Forks High School. Three of them—Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett—are seniors. On the other hand, Alice and Edward are juniors—just like Harry.

I just hope they're as nice as their mother, Harry thought, a grimace evident on his face.

Harry groaned as he arrived at Forks High in his black and red Bugatti Veyron. So many people were staring at him—or rather, his car. He should've known that buying his dream car would be… conspicuous.

Sporting a grimace, Harry parked outside the Main Office to get his schedule. When he got his schedule—the woman who accommodated him was quite annoying because she kept staring at him—Harry looked for a more appropriate parking space in the school's actual parking lot.

The only free space was next to a silver Volvo so Harry parked there. He noticed that there were only a few people left and realized with a jolt that he was going to be late if he didn't run to Building 3 right now. He had History for first period and he didn't want the teacher and his classmates' first impression of him to be unpunctual and irresponsible.

When Harry arrived, he saw that the teacher already started the orientation. Harry made sure that he looked presentable before he opened the door to his personal hell.

"Late on you first day, Mr. Potter?" the teacher asked with an eyebrow raise. The teacher had clean-cut brown hair with a receding hairline. He looked middle-aged and had this Snape-ish aura around him. He might as well have taken points off Gryffindor.

"Sorry, sir," Harry muttered half-heartedly while handing the slip to the teacher.

"That's Mr. Payne to you," the teacher said with a glare. "Go and sit next to Ms. Cullen."

Harry looked questioningly at Mr. Payne and said, "May I ask where Ms. Cullen sits?"

Mr. Payne rolled his eyes.

"Must I tell you everything?" he said quite dramatically before pointing to a grinning pixie-like girl sitting at the back.

"Thanks," Harry muttered, though he didn't really mean it. He just decided that he didn't like this teacher.

"Hello! You must be Harry. My name is Alice," the pixie-like girls said when Harry had settled down on his seat. Harry smiled.

"Alice Cullen, huh? I've met your mum," Harry said.

"Yeah, she told us about you—said that you were a sweet little boy," Alice said in a tone that screamed teasing,

"Mr. Potter and Ms. Cullen! Stop your gossiping and pay attention!" they suddenly heard from Mr. Payne.

"Yes, Mr. Payne!" they chorused. Alice grinned at Harry ad he couldn't help but grin too.

I think I'm going to like Forks after all, Harry thought.

"What's you next class?" Alice said as the bell rang.

"Gym," Harry said after consulting his timetable.

"Oh, well. I have Literature next," Alice said, disappointed.

"That's okay… I'll just see you later," Harry said with a grin.

"Okay…" Alice said, pouting. Harry started to walk away when he heard Alice speak.

"Oh, and do have lunch with us," Alice said, golden eyes hopeful.

"Fine," Harry said with mock reluctance.

"Yey! See you!" Alice squealed as she hugged Harry. As Alice walked away, Harry couldn't help but shake his head at his new friend's antics.

Harry started to walk to his next class when he heard a voice from behind him call.

"Harry! Wait up!"

Harry stopped and turned around, curious as to whom it was. He didn't recognize the voice. It turned out to be a girl with wild curly hair. For a moment, Harry was reminded of Hermione but as soon as he got a closer look at what she was wearing—a V-neck blouse with a large cleavage and a mini skirt—and heard her talk… Well…Do they even allow her at school?

"You're, like, Harry Potter, right?" the girl said with a high—annoying—voice.

"Uhh… Yes, I a—"

"Like—Oh my God! My name's Jessica and I just, like love your hunky accent. Like—gosh! You are—"

"Excuse me, but I have class," Harry interrupted coldly before walking out. He glared at the air as he walked, thinking about that girl—Jessica. Just a few words out of her—a few senseless words that could only be understood if you took out some words to slim down what she said—Harry has already decided he didn't like her. What's with all the 'like' anyway? It just makes her sound so stupid. She could've just said 'Hey! I'm Jessica! I like your accent.'

Harry shook his head and reasoned with himself. He knew he had no right to judge the girl. She could've been just really nervous. Yes, maybe that was it… But Harry knew that he could tolerate Jessica's behavior but he'd never be able to genuinely like a girl like her—she just annoyed him too much!

Harry thought back to Jessica's reaction when he walked out. She seemed really hurt and surprised. Judging from that—and what she was wearing—Harry could tell that she was actually popular in here and if her friends, groupies, boyfriends, and drones act the same way as she does—

Then, I'd be better off with Alice and her siblings—at least I actually like them, Harry thought. Harry was almost at his next class and he's late—again.

"I'm sorry for being late, sir, but I got held up," Harry said as soon as he opened the door to the gym.

"It's only your first day and you're already on my bad side…"

Harry zoned out on the rest of the teacher's sermon—nodding and speaking on the appropriate times. When the teacher was done, Harry was told to sit out to watch his classmates play some first day dodge ball.

As Harry watched his classmates play, he sighed. He was not having a good day.