Disclaimer: My name is Emily. Not Stephenie Meyer. Therefore, Twilight is NOT mine! But I do own the plot of this story.

EPOV

I stepped out of my silver Volvo and sighed. My first day at Forks High School. I wasn't even inside yet and my stomach was already doing more backflips than an Olympic diver. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had yet to eat anything today. I silenced it with a gulp of water and took elongated steps into the torture chamber that was Forks High School. The damp sidewalk seemed to have puddles everywhere my foot went, seeing as it was an incredibly rainy, green town. Too green. An alien planet, perhaps. (lol, sound familiar?) I took faster steps and opened the glass doors to be greeted by a few teachers, I assumed, and followed the signs to the guidance office, where I was to be given my schedule.

After about five minutes of nervously pacing through the halls, I found the Guidance Office. It was pretty good sized with a bowl of Reese's peanut butter cups on the counter. The walls were painted apple green, a strange color for a school room to be painted and also adding to the collection of green the town already withheld. The lady, called Mrs. Walworth as it said on her nametag, was typing away on her Apple laptop, too busy to notice me. I cleared my throat, hoping to catch her attention. She looked up immediately with tired, grey eyes. Her brown straight hair hung lifeless on her shoulders as her eyes seemed to be lowering as if she were falling asleep on the spot. I shuddered in fear. She didn't seem to notice.

"How can I help you?" she asked, trying to sound somewhat happy despite her drowsy appearance. I attempted to lighten the mood.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen and I'm fairly new to Forks. Do you, by chance, have my schedule handy?" I smiled. She stared at me for five seconds. I was beginning to think she was suffering from mononucleosis for a moment. She looked back at her white screen, clicked a few buttons, and ripped a piece if paper the printer spewed out faster than my eyes could see. She looked back at me and handed me the paper without saying a single word.

"Thank you very much. Have a nice day." I mumbled as she rolled her eyes and continued back to her sacred laptop. What a strange school. I took a close look at my paper. It stated my locker number and combination, my schedule, and a map of the school. The map was unnecessary, considering I had ventured through the entire whereabouts of the school on my trek to the guidance office. I came across my locker and fiddled with the lock a little and at last popped it open. I jammed my books inside and grabbed the necessary binders for my first hour, Calculus. Call me a nerd, but somehow, the numbers came to me like a little kid and cookies. I slammed my locker and turned to search for the math room, considering I left the map in my locker. I was just about to give up looking when I saw the most beautiful site that rivaled the seven wonders of the world about twenty-five yards from my presence.

She had long, mahogany hair that fell to the small of her back with light beach waves that any girl would pay thousands to have, but hers was natural. Those eyes were the brightest of all the colors, I had never seen such a beautiful brown. She was clearly unlike any other. (Lol, sorry guys, I channeled "Thunder" by Boys Like Girls for this part. hehe. :) But someone like that HAD to be taken, I thought to myself. Although I knew this thought had to be true, I couldn't tear my eyes away from this perfectly beautiful girl. If only I had a camera with me, this girl would be the eighth wonder of the world with a face like hers. I shook my head and reminded myself that she would never go for someone like me. But no matter what thought crossed my mind, I couldn't help but think about her. Suddenly, a short girl with spiky black hair skipped towards her. Although the beautiful girl was short, the spiky black haired girl could have been her five year old sister. They smiled at each other and began to talk and slowly walk the other way, parting ways as the spiky black haired girl came my way and dodged around me. I followed the beautiful girl, only staying a mere ten yards behind her, unable to control my actions. She stopped right by a classroom and met up with a pretty blond girl. They began talking and leaning in closer, as if they were telling a secret. The blond girl walked away and the short one walked up and dragged the beautiful one into the girls bathroom. I stayed behind them and waited for the door to open. I knew I was not acting like myself, but I had never felt like this about someone before. I thought about her some more, and planned to try to talk to her sometime in the week. Suddenly, the door opened and I began to walk over there, pretending to walk to my class, hoping she would see me. Instead, I crashed right into her like an idiot.

"Sorry," she mumbled and rushed to pick up her books, not once looking me in the eye. Disappointed, I acknowledged her directly, hoping she would at least send a glance my way.

"No, it's my fault, allow me." I smiled, probably looking as nervous and stupid as I felt. She stared at me like I just said I would chop her arms off.

"Wow." she mumbled almost inaudibly. She was staring at my physique and then my face, obviously pleased. I cleared my throat, shaking her from her thoughts.

"Thanks, I guess I'll, uh, see you around. Bye." she gave a quick smile and turned around before I could respond. I longed to chase after her, but I was still amazed at our interaction. So what if it was just a couple sentences? It was more than an acknowledgement, which meant something to me. And the way she stared at me and said, "wow"? Was she pleased with me? I shook these thoughts away and told myself I had to talk to her before the end of the school day. I didn't care if it was purely a word, it was still something. I made my way over to first hour and tuned the teacher out, thinking only of Bella.

Second hour, I had Mrs. Smith for English. I prayed to see that girl one more time today as I chose a random seat in the large classroom. The door creaked open, and, as if answering my pleas, in walked the beautiful girl. I shifted in my seat. She didn't seem to notice me as she sat down in the seat behind me and talked to her blond friend. Just then, the teacher walked into the room and all conversations stopped. She talked on and on, seeming like a kind teacher, but with harsh grading. She then ordered us to take a sheet of lined paper and a pen. I had a piece of paper, but I left my pen in my locker. Angry at myself for being forgetful and possibly leaving a bad impression on my teacher, I had a sudden thought that dared me to go outside my comfort zone. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and turned around to the angel behind me.

"Do you, by chance, have a pen I could borrow? I'm Edward Cullen, by the way." I must have sounded clearly stupid, because she stared at me for about three seconds before she responded.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm Bella. Bella Swan. Hi." she said, seeming slightly nervous. Her blond friend darted her eyes back and forth from us, clearly wondering if I was interested in her. I shot her a quick look that lasted a fraction of a second.

"Thanks. I'll return it when I'm finished." Bella just smiled. What a beautiful name. I turned around and smelled the pen. It smelled like freesia and quite floral, just like her. I used for the following things that Mrs. Smith insisted we record, and I mustered up some more strength to give it back to her. I turned around.

"Bella." I called. She whipped her head up.

"Here's your pen back, thanks." I smiled and handed it back to her.

"No problem." she said simply and continued back to whatever it was she was doing. I smiled as the bell rang and I went off to my next couple classes, only to find out I had biology with Bella, thankfully. If only I could talk to her again. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.