A/N: OMG! I accidently posted the chapter for my other story! I didn't even realise! Sorry guys x_x
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Chapter 1 – New Beginning
BPOV
I stepped inside the cool office, my breath steaming slightly. I wondered why the air con was on, I mean, its freezing outside! A voice snapped me out of my musings, and I realized the lady behind the desk was asking me something. "Can I help you?" I looked her up and down slightly, and decided that the slightly overweight, casually clad woman wasn't a threat. "I'm Isabella Swan" her eyes lit up with awareness, and I mentally cringed. My mother had run off with me when I was only one, so of course I would be the centre of gossip. Everyone also knew I had disappeared for 12 years, and mysteriously turned up, and refused to talk about what happened. "Oh yes. We've been expecting you. Let me just find…" she trailed off, digging through huge mounds of paper. She finally found something, and handed me it. I realized it was my schedule. I took everything in, as she explained me the layout of the school buildings, whilst handing me a small map, and slip for each teacher to sign. "Good luck, dear," she finally said, her face smiling politely, her eyes full of curiosity and a little… pity.
I slowly made my way out, trying to memorize the map. I didn't want to stand out, and have to keep looking at my map. I got back into my truck, and ended parking it quite far away from the entrance of the building I needed for my first lesson. Still, I had sometime before I needed to get there, so I carefully made my way to the small classroom, listening to the conversations going on. I finally took a deep breath, and entered, going straight to the teacher's desk. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and I nearly bolted out of the door. I told myself to calm down, and handed it to … Mr Mason, according to the nameplate on his desk. He smiled at me sympathetically, and I smiled stiffly back, willing my face to be able to move more. He signed the note, but not before starting at my name, and glancing at me. When he did, I blushed, a trait that I could never stop, even through all my years as a killer.
He sent me an empty desk at the back to my relief, thinking it would stop people looking at me. Ha-ha. I wish I was that lucky. All through the lesson, people somehow managed to stare at me, and I nearly stared back, but I didn't want to make them suspicious. If I get angry, my eyes turned black, so it would look strange if that happened. I don't just mean the irises. The whole eye, including the white, turns black. Something to do with the injection, I guess. I focused on the sheet Mr Mason had given me. I rolled my eyes when I realized I had read them all. There weren't too many missions I had to go on, so I had had to do something. The lesson passed slowly, with everyone managing to stare for at least a few minutes at a time. The bell finally rang, and I sighed, free from the stares for a while at least.
Suddenly a boy with a face like the moon, crater wise, turned to me, and asked what my next class was. I blinked a couple of times, and then stammered "G-Government. Um… it's with Jefferson," and his face fell slightly. "I'm in building four. You need building six, but I'm sure I can help you get there. You're Isabella, right? I'm Eric," he added, as I realised he must be one of those overly helpful guys that are in the chess club. "Bella," I corrected him, and slowly stood up, wishing I could think of a way to let him down nicely. I couldn't, so I said "I guess you could show me," and his face lit up. I instantly regretted it, as I realised everyone around me was listening to our conversation. Eric guided me to a building that had a huge '6' painted on it in white. He left, almost reluctantly. I sighed, hoping he didn't try to find anything out. I don't think I could handle it if anyone did.
From then, the day passed in a blur, until I got to lunch. A girl whose name I couldn't remember led me there, chattering away manically all the way. I couldn't even pay attention to what the subject was, I was so distracted. There were so many people, and I was checking pretty much everyone, looking for signs of danger, and attack. We got in line for the food, and I was still looking for any signs of danger. I picked random bits of food, ending up with a pizza slice, salad, and a bottle of lemonade. I congratulated my sub-consciousness on picking something I would actually eat, and paid for the food.
The girl, whose name I finally remembered to be Jessica, led me to a table full of people I had seen throughout the day. Eric was there, along with Mike, who had offered to guide me to class, but had had to forget the idea, as his class was on the opposite side of the grounds. There was also Angela, a really kind girl who was quiet, and I knew I could trust her to not to ask too many questions. There was Tyler, and then Lauren. Lauren seemed to have something against me, before I had even talked to her, so I decided to stay out of her way. If she tried to provoke me though, I would be able to scare her off, I always did. I shook those thoughts from me, and settled next to Jessica, whilst she was still going on. I tucked into my food, starving.
When I finished, I sat there, looking around the cafeteria. I suddenly noticed a group of almost painfully beautiful people. Their beauty reminded me of the heads of the company, and I shrank back, believing they had found me out. Both the blond haired boy and the bronze haired boy swung their heads to me, the blond looking slightly pained, the other in confusion. I suddenly felt a pressure on my head, and I put my hand on the side, thinking one of my migraines was coming on. I turned my eyes away, grimacing in pain. The pressure intensified, and I grasped my head, but then the pressure stopped. I was still for a moment, and then looked up. No one on my table had noticed my actions, except Jessica. She prattled on about the table that had caught my eye. They were the Cullen's, and all were dating, except the bronze haired one, Edward. Jessica sniffed and said something about how he doesn't date, and I wondered how she found that out. I bit my lip to hide the smile threatening to break out.
I glanced at the table again, and saw the Edward smiling as if he had heard. He turned to look at me again, and I felt the pain again. It was so sudden I grimaced in pain, and grabbed my head, hissing slightly. "Bella? Are you alright?" I vaguely heard the others talking, and I managed to mumble migraine, and I felt someone pat my back slightly. The pressure stopped yet again, and I sat there, still holding my head, only not so hard. I regulated my breathing, and slowly sat up. Everyone was looking at me worriedly, and I knew I must have looked freaky. "Sorry… they come and go, and they're really violent, I guess I need to get them checked," I mumbled, and they all tittered, before turning back to their conversations. I tried to look normal, though I was still freaked out. My migraines never stopped like that. I sat there, staring at the table top, confused. Suddenly the bell rang, and I looked up in surprise, and everyone in the cafeteria, rose, the hum of talking rising slightly as everyone said their good byes.
I made my way to my next class, which was biology, with Mr Banner as the teacher. The bronze haired boy was there, and I stumbled as I quickly walked past him in my fear. I gave my note to Mr Banner, and he signed it, whilst telling to sit next to Edward Cullen. I bit my lip nervously, and he tensed up even more than he had before as I sat down. He looked at me with eyes black as coal, and I felt my eyes begging to change, I closed my eyes, grabbing my head as I felt a wave of pain go through it. It stopped just as suddenly as before, and I sighed in relief. I let my hair fall over my shoulder, like curtain between me and danger. All through the lesson I breathed in my hairs scent, as the smell of strawberries always calmed me, for some strange reason. The lesson was on the nervous system, which I knew all about, so I sat there, occasionally sniffing my hair. He never relaxed from his position, leant away from me, tense as hell.
When the bell finally rang, he bolted out of the room, and I stared after him in confusion. I slowly gathered my things, dreading gym. I made my way there, and walked up to the teacher, Coach Clapp. He gave me uniform, and I slowly made my way into the changing rooms. The girls were all in there, chatting, most not even half dressed. I went to the far corner, next to Alice Cullen, who I had found out was going out Jasper from Jessica. He was the blond boy who had looked at me in pain, just before my first migraine. I always hated changing in front of people, because I was skinny as a rake, as well as my huge scars, showing what some random jerks thought of me. I slowly changed into my bottoms, and then grasped the bottom of my shirt, ready to pull it off. I realised that Alice had stopped what she was doing, staring at me as if I were crazy. I closed my eyes, giving myself a half-hearted pep talk. I slowly lifted my shirt off, and heard the horrified gasps I had never grown used to, and never thought I would. I looked over my shoulder, and realised everyone had stopped what they were doing, and was staring at me. I moved my head back to the front, a tear slipping out as I grabbed the shirt the coach had given me, shoving it as quickly as I could. I grabbed my ballet shoes that I had packed in the morning, and ran off to find the Coach. I asked him if I could practise my dance this lesson, instead of do the class. He curiously gave me permission, and I ran into the next gym, my tears coming freely now.
I sobbed for at least a quarter of an hour, before slowly putting on my shoes, and getting my iPod out. This was the only thing that I had grace in. Dance. I let the music wash through me, and began moving. I spent the rest of the lesson like this, slowly moving around the room, revelling in an open space. Suddenly, the door opened, and I landed heavily, hissing as the pain hit my ankle. I turned to see Alice there, her face full of guilt and awe. "I heard Lauren planning to steal your clothes… so decided to bring them to you, because they were going to try to make you talk about… your back… and I'm sure you wouldn't want that," she mumbled, and I suddenly felt relieved. "Thank you," I said, slowly crossing the room to her. I smiled at her, and I mean truly smiling at her. I hadn't smiled for so long, I felt relieved that I finally could. She suddenly smiled back, and I pulled her in, giggling at her suddenly shocked face.
"Thank you, I mean it. They wouldn't be the first that's tried, and its always annoying when they do," I said, trusting her with at least a little bit of information. She frowned, her face full of pity, and I couldn't help it. I felt my eyes turn, and she gasped. "I don't like pity, so keep it for someone else," I spat, turning around whilst closing my eyes. I sighed, sinking to the ground. "I'm sorry. I just hate it when everyone keeps staring at me as if they know what I've been through. No one knows anything," I explained, emphasising the most important things. She slowly sat next to me, her face full of regret. "im sorry bella, pleade belive that. Ill leave you to get dressed now, or youll have to deal with everyone staring at you in the parking lot." She said, and I smiled at her. she slowly went to the door, peeking outside before going.
I changed hurriedly, and awaited the bell before I pretty much ran to my truck. I wrenched the door open in my haste, slamming it shut to keep everything out. I sat there, trying to slow my breathing, before pulling out, just as everyone was coming out of gym. Alice waved at me, and I tentatively waved back, still unsure if I needed to apologise further. I got out of the school grounds, and put my foot down; using my power to make the truck go faster than it could naturally. I pelted along the road till I got home, and ran inside, breathing heavily. I stood with my back to the door, slowly sinking with every sob. I hated gym, and I hated my scars. At least with my dance no one stared at me. I sighed, wondering how many stares I would get in the morning. I slowly stood up; realizing Charlie would be home soon. I made dinner, needing to do something to keep my mind off of my scars. Charlie arrived just as I was plating up, and we didn't talk as usual. As soon as I had washed the dishes, I said good night, and practically ran up the stairs. I got changed hurriedly, and collapsed onto my bed, thinking about my first day at Forks High. I fell into fitful dreams, where everyone stared, either at my back, or at me in general, like Edward had. i woke up the last time after a dream where Edward had stared at me, but in a kind way. Confused as I was, I fell back into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.