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Edward Cullen introduced himself in tense, clipped words.

I muttered a "Hello, I'm Bella", and then lapsed into awkward silence.

His chair made a scraping sound across the linoleum. I thought he had exited the room, but once during class I heard him suck in a ragged breath. I never heard him exhale. It could have been me relying too much on my intuition, but Edward seemed very angry. A blind person has to rely entirely on other senses, and my theory was soon proven correct.

At the end of biology, his chair clattered loudly and I felt a cold, unnatural breeze. Could he have been mad at me? Was he so repulsed by my disability that he couldn't stand to be near me? Mike Newton confirmed my hypothesis, or at least the angry-Edward part.

"So did you stab Cullen with your cane or what? I've never seen him look so steamed." Mike commented. I shrugged. There was nothing to say. "What class do you have next?" He inquired.

Self-consciously I felt the raised dots on my map. "Study hall." I informed him. He bounced beside me.

"That's my next class too!" He seemed thrilled, though it wasn't that big of a coincidence in a school this small. I bet my school for the blind in Phoenix had more students than the entire population of Forks. These thoughts made me miss my warm valley of the sun.

I artlessly declined his offer to lead me; I craved my independence. During my last lessons of the day many people introduced themselves, but I forgot their names as soon as they were spoken. I was immersed in the memories of the mysterious Edward Cullen.

When the school day finally ended, I walked to the office building where I would hand in my paperwork, counting my memorized number of steps. My white cane led the way as I sloshed through the rain. The wind was growing increasingly strong too. Forks was literally becoming my personal hell on earth.

When I entered the office I smelled something wonderful. It reminded me of honey and lilac, yet it had a woodsy undertone. My cheeks flushed with, I'm sure, scarlet, when I identified the scent with the voice of Edward. I waited near the door for the receptionist to be free.

Edward seemed to be arguing in his distinctly male, attractive voice. With a start, I realized that he was trying to change his sixth hour biology to another time.

"Any other time..." he pleaded. Ms. Cope the receptionist was hyperventilating. Was he that frightening... or beautiful? He abruptly cut off, probably when he noticed me come in the room. His antagonistic behavior must have been another aggravation entirely. Other than my obvious blindness, how could a stranger take such a sudden dislike to me?

"I can see that it will be impossible. Thank you for your help." he seethed. He then exited the room, hissing out a breath of air when he passed me. The door slammed shut behind him, and an icy breeze swirled in my hair. I felt my way over to the desk and handed in the required papers.

"How was your day hon? Find everything alright?" Ms. Cope asked maternally.

"Great." I croaked weakly. I could imagine a woman much like my own mother, raising an eyebrow doubtfully. She made a grunt of disbelief, but left it at that.
My white cane led the way into the parking lot, and I was blinking the whole way there, crying tears that could not be physically shed. He was so mean; it wasn't fair.

Charlie swung by to pick me up. "Hey Bells. How was school?" He asked. I muttered a reply and he continued. "I got some groceries. Is there else you need?" He offered.

"No thanks Dad, I'm good."

That evening I went to bed early. I felt like I was in a damp hole. Only in my dreams was it green. When I was young I hated Forks, just like my mother, and always complained about the plants that seemed to choke the town. Now I wouldn't have minded seeing their jade color. Green was the color of life. I had no life here. Rain drops sounded around the house as I lulled off to sleep.

The next day was both better and worse.

Better because the first day jitters were over. I was still a topic of interest, but no one seemed surprised at my blindness. Everyone knew now, I could relax. It felt like I was treading the water now, not drowning in it.

And it was worse because Edward Cullen wasn't there.

All morning I had dreaded his hateful behavior, yet I was enchanted by him. I wanted to hear his voice again. Jessica informed me at lunch that he was not present. I tried to listen to the group's chatter and playful bantering, but found myself thinking more of Edward. Mike Newton walked with me like a loyal golden retriever to biology. I discovered that Edward Cullen was absent here as well. He never showed up that day. Or the next day. Or the next.

I plodded through life that next week. Audio-books, homework, and bogusly cheerful emails to my mother consumed my time for a few days. My weekend was pleasant, the rain soft so I could get some sleep. The following Monday we had a quiz on Wuthering Heights. Of course," my version was in Braille format, but it was still very easy.

All in all, I was beginning to feel better about my move to Forks. I was actually starting to feel comfortable here.

When I was walking between buildings to my next class, I felt a cold fluff bite my cheek.

"Ew, snow." And my improving day somersaulted off the empire state building. Several people were surprised at my outburst.

"You don't like snow?" They exclaimed. I shrugged. I was always the strange one.

I was worried about snowballs, so I stumbled inside as fast as was possible without whacking someone or falling on my face. During lunch, I noticed that the drizzle of rain had begun again, yet people still continued to plan a snow-battle. With colors all around them, they didn't notice the subtle change in sounds.
I heard a faint whisper through the grapevine that Edward was back. Angela confirmed it. I felt a little nauseated at feeling his irrational anger again, so I merely got a soda.

"Bella, are you sure you're okay?" Eric Yorkie, another over-helpful, chess-club type boy asked. I turned my head to the sound of his voice.

"Nope, I'm fine." I assured him. Could I exaggerate a bit to miss biology? I internally sighed. I made the cowardly lion look like the terminator. I decided not to- there was no reason to run away.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you!" Jessica giggled from my other side, just like before. I asked her if he looked angry. She laughed and said if anything, he appeared sort of dazed.

Lunchtime was soon over, and it was time for biology. I stepped with confidence to the desk; I knew the way now. Today we were doing a lab. It would be cells observed through a scope, so I would have to have it described to me verbally. My confidence evaporated when he spoke.

"Hello. I did not get a chance to properly introduce myself last week. I am Edward Cullen. You are Bella Swan." He spoke with perfect articulation, like he was from another time...

"Hi." I breathed, feeling heat spread in my face. We then moved on with the lab. In his formal accent he described the onion root cells. I vaguely remembered doing something similar when I was fourteen. He was still a bit tense, and was very careful not to touch me. He did most of the work, but we still finished early.

I tried not to pay attention to him, but I was strangely drawn in, like a moth to flame. He made a huff of frustration. After a few moments Mr. Banner approached us.

"Edward, did you let Bella participate as much as possible?" he asked.

"He described it to me, and I've done it my way before." I answered and smiled in his direction. I would not be inferior.

"Good, good." He said and I heard him walk away to help another group of partners who were not so familiar with the lab.

"You don't like the snow." Edward said in a conversational tone.

"No." I stated simply, instead of trying to fit in.

"Or the cold." He added. I nodded slightly. "Forks must be a difficult place to live." He observed. I smirked. He had no clue.
"Why did you move here then?" Genuine curiosity colored his tone and his voice was projected right at me. I imagined the bronze haired beauty of Jessica's description looking at, sitting next to me. It didn't correspond with the pattern of my life.

"It's rather a long story."

"I have time." He persisted with a dark humor evident in his voice that I didn't understand. I briefly explained the situation with Phil and Renee. "So she sent you?" He questioned, his soft voice kind.

I raised my chin a fraction. "I sent myself." I told him firmly.

"I don't understand." He seemed unreasonably irked by this.

"What's it to you?" I grumbled irritably.

"That I wonder." He said under his breath, and I had a feeling that it was not meant to be heard. "Am I annoying you?" He asked with hidden amusement.

"No. I'm more ticked at myself actually. I'm too easy to read." I pouted.

"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read. And believe me, I am an excellent reader." He said, sounding oddly smug. The class went by quickly, and with that same unsettling breeze he was gone. The rest of the day passed speedily as well.

The next morning, as I was walking across the parking lot, I slipped on the slick ice. All too fast, (faster than my senses could comprehend) there was a swirl of screeching tires and a frightened yell.
Out of nowhere, cold stone hands pushed me, and not even a moment after my head made contact with the icy blacktop, my mind went black.