I awoke to the harsh sound of my alarm clock, invading my ears and causing me to wince. I had an intense urge to snuggle deeper into my soft, deep purple and stay there for the rest of the day, but I knew this would not go down well with Charlie. I forced myself out of the warm comfortable confines of my bed into the shower. Once squeaky clean I went to my small crapped wardrobe in search of clothes. Nothing seemed to suit. It seemed that all my best t-shirts had decided to cease to exist. Shamefully, thoughts of Edward crept into my head as I was deciding on my attire.

Would he like this? Keep it casual or a little dressed up?

I was partly scolding myself for this. He was just a guy. Why should I guy influence what I wear?

Because he's hot.

Fair point. I settled on my usual. Jeans, vans and a t-shirt. My favourite t-shirt though of course. It was red with "meat is murder...tasty, tasty murder" across the chest. You gotta love Sloppy Joe/Dirty Jane. After throwing on a light bit of make-up and inhaling a bowl of cereal in the kitchen, I hurried outside into the cold. I pulled my oversize hoddie over my head as the cold bit at my skin, but this was not something i was unaccustomed to. Of all the the differences there was between Dublin and Forks, the rainy weather was not one of them. I breathed a sigh of relief as my gaze settled on the end of my drive way. There she sat. My baby. My BIG baby really. Yesterday afternoon when Charlie and myself arrived home she was there waiting for me in the drive way. My beat up, cherry red truck. A welcoming present from Charlie. He had gone to be early last night just to escape my incessant stream of "thank you"s. I climbed into my truck bed and ignited the ferocious engine. The only set back to my beloved car. It's deafening roar.

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I arrived at school with just enough time to race to my locker to gather the few books I needed for my next class. I managed to get through my first six classes with out embarrassing or horribly maiming myself (always a plus) and before I knew it, it was lunch time. Again I was seated next to Alice surrounded buy the friendly buzz of the people at the table. Mike sat across from me an eager look on his boyish face.

"Hey Bella. How's your day so far?". I mentally cringed as Mike tried to strike up a conversation in what he obviously though was a seductive voice and a winning smile.

"Grand. Your's?"

"Better now you're here" he grinned, throwing me a wink.

"eh…okay……"

What do you say to that? I wanted to let him know I wasn't interested, but being tactile or subtle were not one of my few talents. I knew if I tired to gently let him down I would somehow end up insulting him and with my luck possibly his mother. Again I was saved by the person who I was beginning to think was my guardian angel.

"Bella! What time are you coming to mine at after school? We can drop by the video store to rent out some DVD's and make it a proper girly night in!"

Dear god Alice, I love you!

"Eh, whenever you want me over at. I just have to pop home to grab my stuff. Anything you -"

The loud obnoxious buzz of the school bell cut me off. Time for French!

YAY FRENCH!(in a non sarcastic way)

I actually really liked French. It was most like though due to the fact that my old French teacher back in Ireland was amazing and we always had great banter in her class. I spent a good five minutes looking for my classroom, arriving JUST as the second bell rang. I scurried to the only free desk with my head bent, trying not to draw attention to myself.

Just three more steps…. Your gonna make it!…almost there! …almost…

Apparently this was not my day. I was mere inches from my seat when my foot caught on a rouge bad strap, causing me to fall flat on my face. The room exploded into laughter as I stifled a groan and dragged myself up off the floor onto my seat.

"Karma's just a bitch, ain't it?"

My jaw dropped. Did a teacher just say that to me? There stood a short stocky man with wild caterpillar eyebrows. A smirk was spread across his face. Obviously humiliating his students was something he took pleasure already flamed cheeks turned crimson as I muttered apologises to my odd and outspoken new French teacher. It was only then as I began to take my French books out of my bag when I heard a familiar voice, that sounded like it was suppressing laughter.

"You okay?"

Could this situation be ANY worse?

I brought my gaze up to the person sitting next to me only to be met by the piercing stare of my Greek god of a chemistry buddy. He had witnessed my embarrassing fall. It seemed my blush was destined to be a permanent part of my face.

"Yeah I'm grand….. Happens a lot actually."

"I suggest bubble wrap then"

A crooked grin graced his face, causing my stomach to perform somersaults. Mr. Coolahan's throaty french voice brought me crashing back to reality.

"Eh, Bien! Aujourd'hui nous parlerons de la discipline."

The rest of the class passed with each of us hurriedly taking down notes off the board. I couldn't noticing that Edward kept glancing at me every once in a while. I began to worry that I had something on my face and kept self-consciously brushing my hand against the side of my face. This seemed to only amuse him and heighten my paranoia.

I sped out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang, almost bowling over Alice. My pixie like friend was especially bright today. she wore dark jeans but and luminous yellow tank top and runners. How could I have not seen her?

"Alice! Thank god! Have I got anything on my face?"

"oh hey Bella, I'm fine ,yeah. How are you? My days going rather well actually-"

"Alice! Seriously? My face?"

"Fine! Fine! It's flawless. Your make-up is perfect! Why do you ask?"

"….just….eh some guy kept staring at me in French. I was just worried it was because I had something on my face".

I was now slightly embarrassed. I had made a big deal over nothing and could now see Alice's eyes brighten as realisation dawned.

"ooooooo! A boy? Do tell! What's his name?"

I hesitated. Alice had been so nice to me. But I wasn't sure. Would she reveal my crush to him? Was she one of those girls who was obsessed with match-making? I didn't want to seem like an ever bigger gobshite to him than I already was.

"eh I'm not sure. But hey it doesn't matter. He probably doesn't like me anyway."

Alice's eyes widened upon hearing my response.

"what are you smoking and can I have some? Are you serious? Bella, your smokin'!"

To emphasise her point she licked her finger and placed it on her butt cheek, making sizzling noises. I laughed and rolled my eyes. Linking my arm in hers, I dragged her off to our next class, both of us giggling to ourselves along the way.

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I stood outside Alice's after ringing her doorbell, waiting for an answer. Her house was enormous! Three stories tall and very modern and chic looking. My first reaction on seeing the glorious white house was a pang of jealousy. I suddenly became very nervous. What if Alice wasn't the one who answered the door? In the short time we had know each other we had become very close but she had never spoken of her family. I was intimidated enough by her house and that was an inanimate object! Were they nice? They had to be if they produced Alice. She was a little eccentric, but the nicest person I know.

My breath caught in my throat as the door swung open. There leaning causally in the doorway was none other than Edward Cullen.

Shite…

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A/N: Hey peoples. Erm please read and review! It's my first fanfic and I'm hoping to improve as I go along but I'd love to hear some feed back on how i could improve and even if I should continue with this at all XD.

thank you to anyone who has bothered to read my terrible story!!

Amz xx