Two updates in one day?! What was I thinking you ask? Well it's all for you, reader!

Disclaimer: I really don't think I can own Twilight with only twenty bucks…

When I got to my room, I closed the door quietly and literally dived onto the bed. I snuggled under the covers, put a pillow over half my face, and closed my eyes, readying myself for the nightmares to come.

I woke up to familiar screams. My screams.

I turned over to look at the clock. 7:00. Good. I have this strategy where I tell myself that I'm gonna wake up five minutes before I actually have to and I get up five minutes later.

I rolled out of bed and picked some clothes out of my dresser randomly. Then, I went to go take a quick shower and brush my teeth. When my shower was done, I wiped the fog off the mirror and stared at my reflection. Pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes. I couldn't help but linger over the color of my skin; it should be a nice, medium brown like mom's was, but no.

"Once an albino, always an albino," I said to my reflection.

I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back to my room. I slid on my jeans and my favorite tee which said 'Should you be looking here?'. With one last glance at the clock, I grabbed my iPod, my graffiti All-Stars (all-stars that look like different people wrote on it. They're way cool.), my black messenger bag, my hat, and sunglasses and raced downstairs.

Charlie had left my car keys on the counter along with a note.

Sorry I can't be here to see you off on your first day. Here are your keys to the truck. Hopefully you remember the way to Forks High.

I know that this is a hard time, but I know you can get through this.

Love,

Charlie

The note brought tears to my eyes. No one had left me a note of good luck for years.

My cell phone alarm went off. Shoot, seven thirty! I'll be late if I don't hurry!

I snagged a granola bar and my leather jacket on my way out the door. I knew it was raining, but I didn't mind getting my hair wet. This was something I had always been forbidden to do.

I hopped in the truck and drove off.

"You can go sit in the back Ms. Swan," my English teacher told me.

I could see he was about to ask that I take off my hat (which was on backwards) and my glasses (I'm not taking them off till I'm good and ready!) so I silenced him with a raised eyebrow.

He shut-up.

I read the reading list he gave me as he droned on:

The Scarlet Letter- by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Odyssey- by Homer

To Kill a Mockingbird- by Harper Lee

Romeo and Juliet- by William Shakespeare

Jane Eyre- by Charlotte Bronte

and

Pride and Prejudice- by Jane Austen

I had already read and done reports on most of these so it should be an easy A.

Finally, the bell rang and a boy with slick, black hair and glasses came up to talk to me.

"Hi. I'm Eric. Eric Yorkie." He held out his hand and I shook it with a polite, small smile.

"Bella Swan," I gathered up my books and walked to the classroom door.

"Can I walk you to your next class?" Eric's voice was hopeful. To hopeful.

"That's okay," I knew where my classes were.

"Are you sure?" He almost sounded desperate now. "It could be on the other side of campus."

"Actually," I turned him around and pointed to building three. It was no less than ten feet away. "I'm pretty sure I can find it."

"Oh, well," Eric looked nervous.

"I'll see you later okay?" Then I walked off without waiting for an answer.

All day was like this. People would approach me and ask me if I wanted help finding my class. I could tell that they wanted gossip, but what I had to share wasn't something you can tell people with the mind of a six year old.

Lunch.

Just that one word can send tremors through a person's body. It either means eating in the library or sitting in the caf at the centre of attention.

I would do neither. I had never liked to draw attention to myself; never bragged about my high grades or the things I could do. Only when things like that slapped people in the face did I shrug and say, 'You never asked'.

Well, my plan to sit down alone and listen to my music while drinking a Coke went down the drain. When I got to my Trig class, a girl with big, curly hair attached herself to me like a leech. (I'm actually still looking for the thousand rows of teeth.) She practically dragged me to the caf to meet all her friends: impatiently tapping her foot as I mused over what to eat and then messing up my pin number twice when I went to pay. (Hmm, I wonder if this annoyed her…)

Finally, she dragged me over to, guess where! the centre of the caf (typical).

"Bella," she giggled at all the attention she was getting. Selfish, uncaring, popular people. "This is Lauren, Angela, Jennifer, Tyler, Mike, Ben, and Erin." She pointed to each person as she aid their names.

The only one who smiled at me (that was a girl anyway) was Angela. Lauren and Jennifer just looked me up and down and looked away, satisfied at my ordinariness.

I sat down and put my earphones in, turning it down low so that it seemed I was listening.

Then, a gleam caught my eye and I turned around and first saw them