Oh my! This is the longest chapter I've written and it's only 2,500 words. I'm trying to write longer chapters for you all and remember there's pictures on my profile.

I woke up to that annoying alarm chirp from my phone. Now that I think about it, I should probably get a new phone… I'll deal with that later. I stretched out like a cat and gave out a huge yawn. Rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower. It was about 6:00m now and school started in an hour. Once I was out of the shower and dried my hair, I got dressed in a blue tank top, black skinny jeans, and a black jacket and stopped below my chest. (On my profile, I'm really bad at describing clothes!) I did my make-up, put on some jewelry, slipped on my converses and grabbed my backpack. (Let's pretend she went school shopping) After I double checked I had my room key and my car keys, I was out the door and on my way to Forks High School.

As I drove my car into the parking lot, every student's eyes were on me. It was either that I was the new student or my car was much fancier than the others. Everyone either had those cheap regular cars or their dad's old pick-up truck. I had a 2012 Ford Mustang. Not to fancy, but very nice! (Picture of it on profile! It is an awesome car, my dream car) I parked my car and got out slowly. I was used to people staring, but it was still kind of creepy. I guess that's what I get for being new. I've never been new to a school before, because I've always lived in Mystic Falls. I made my way to the office and got my schedule and a poorly drawn map of the school that would not help at all. My first task, find my locker. It was locker 226. The first locker near the office was locker 150. Okay, I'm not that close. I looked down at my 'map' again, where the lady at the desk circled where my locker would be around. Great, that was real helpful. Note sarcasm.

As I tried to seek my locker, I ran into someone, literally run into. I looked up at the person. It was a very beautiful girl. She was tall and statuesque, with an elegant figure similar to a model's. She had long, golden, wavy hair that goes down to the middle of her back that perfectly suits her violet like eyes. She was so beautiful and pale, it was inhuman like. She was wearing a grey coat, a white knitted scarf, and some black jeans. She had some very high black heels on and a necklace with some kind of crest attached to it.

"Watch where you going, new girl," she sneered. I glared at her. For a very beautiful girl, she acted like a bitch.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," I said threw my clenched teeth.

"Don't be so blind next time."

"Whatever." I muttered under my breath, "bitch."

"What did you say?" She glared at me more. How did she hear me? I said it so quietly a human couldn't have heard it.

"I said 'bitch'. Just because you're pretty, doesn't mean you have to be mean to others," I said. Yeah, sticking up for myself! Her eyes softened for a split second then hardened again. She didn't reply for a while, so I figured I should just leave. I turned around slightly and was about to go until the girl grabbed my arm.

"I like you new girl. No one's ever stood up to me before," she said with a smile. I raised an eye brow. Bipolar much? "Looks like you're lost, where you headed?"

I paused for a second then answered, "My locker, 226."

"That's near my locker, follow me." She let go of my arm and walked the opposite direction I was going. Oops… I followed her quickly until she stopped. "Here it is, locker 226. Mines right over there," she said pointing towards the lockers to my right.

"Thanks," I replied, smiling at her. Did I just make a friend…?

"By the way, I'm Rosalie," she said, sticking out her hand.

"Elena." I grabbed her hand and was shocked at how cold it was. It wasn't that chilly in the school.

"If you need any help, just ask me." Then she left, going towards her locker. Huh, she was actually nice. Who knew? Standing there made me realize how heavy my backpack really was. I dropped it on the floor and opened my locker. After stuffing everything inside, except for the binders I needed for my next classes, I looked at my schedule.

1) English
2) Spanish
3) Calculus
4) Gym
Lunch
5) Biology
6) Government

Now all I have to do is find each of these classes. I looked up to find Rosalie, hoping she will be willingly to help me out. I saw her talking with a very muscular guy. He was very tall, at least 6 and a half feet. He didn't look overweight, just muscular. His height helps spread out his weight. He was very handsome, had dimples and slightly curly, dark brown hair, giving him a childish look. He was pale, just like Rosalie, and had golden eyes. He was wearing a simple jeans and a white t-shirt that really showed off his muscle. I noticed that everyone was staring at them, well the people who weren't staring at me. I had a feeling that they were the It couple of this school. I walked over to Rosalie slowly, then hesitated then kept walking.

"Hey Rosalie. Hope I didn't interrupt something, it's just... can you point out where the English room is?" I asked. Everyone around us looked very shocked. I'm going to go out on a limp here and guess that not many people have the guts to talk to this girl. Even the boy with her widened his eyes by an inch.

"Yeah sure, I'm headed that way too," she said, flipping her golden locks. My eyes flickered to the muscular boy. He spoke up.

"Hey I'm Emmett, Rosalie's boyfriend," he said with a wicked grin, looking at Rosalie adoringly. I smiled.

"I'm Elena, the new girl." I stuck out my hand, and he grabbed on to it firmly, shaking it. His hands were just as cold as Rosalie's. Was everyone else cold but me?

"I see little Miss Rosalie actually made a friend," he joked. I raised an eye brow. I figured Rosalie was the popular girl, the one everyone wanted to hang out with. She would have no problem getting a new friend. Well if she worked on her mean issues. Rosalie rolled her eyes and looked at me.

"Ignore the boy," she said with a small chuckle. I smirked. "Okay, off to English now." She grabbed a pink binder from her locker, kissed Emmett, grabbed my hand and pulled my towards what I assume the English room.

As we entered the English room, every head turned towards us. I inched a little closer towards Rosalie. "Doesn't all this staring bother you?" I asked looking around the classroom.

"You get used to it. If you're unnaturally gorgeous, like me, you have to get used to it," she whispered back. I rolled my eyes at her cockiness and smirked.

"Do you think I'm 'unnaturally gorgeous'?" I asked. I already knew I was pretty, all the guys tell me that. I'm always 'hot' or 'sexy', but I have never heard 'unnaturally gorgeous' before. I was curious, what can you expect.

"You're close," she said with a smile. I gladly took her compliment to heart. She looks and acts like the kind of girl that doesn't give out compliments easily. Rosalie took her seat as I walked up to the teacher. She looked in her mid-forties, tall and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She looked like one of those laid back teachers.

"Uh, hi? I'm Elena Gi…McCray. The new student," I said, silently swearing to myself at the slip up.

"Hello Elena, I'm Mrs. Malloy. Welcome to Forks High School. You can take a seat where ever. But stay up here for a little longer," she said with a smile. I nodded my head slowly, confused. She clapped her hands as if the class were a group of 6 year olds. "Okay class, we have a new student! Why don't you tell us about yourself?" She said.

"Uh, hello. My name is Elena McCray. I moved here with my parents from Virginia," I lied awkwardly.

"Anything else you would like to share?" Mrs. Malloy asked.

"Like what?"

"What kind of sports do you like? Do you have any hobbies?" Wow, she really wanted to get to know me.

"I used to be a cheerleader and on the school council?" I offered.

"Good, good! Maybe you would like to join our squad! Now seat down anywhere." As I walked down the isle of students I heard whispers about me.

"…so hot…"

"…like to see her in a cheerleading outfit…"

"…I think I'm in love…"

"…bet she's good in the sack…"

"…already popular…"

"…hanging out with Rosalie freakin' Cullen…"

See, hanging out with Rosalie is out of the ordinary at this school. I took a seat next to Rosalie and faced towards the front of the classroom.

English was boring, we were learning about Shakespeare for the week. It's good and bad for me. Good because I know Shakespeare very well so this lesson will fly by. Bad because I'd have to re-learn it with the rest of the class. Rosalie looked like she knew Shakespeare as well as I did. Through the whole class Rosalie and I were passing notes, good thing we were at the back of the class. I learned a lot about Rosalie. She was adoptive, had one adoptive sister and three adoptive brothers. Her adoptive parents are very nice and rich, one was a doctor. She was the most prettiest of her family and her brother's girlfriend annoys her. She likes to play baseball, which surprised me. She in return learned a lot about me. Well, the lying part of me. I did tell her that I had a brother but he stays with my aunt back in Virginia. I told her about my fake parents, and told her what I like to do. By the time class was over, we knew each other like the back of our hands.

"What's your next class?" She asked as we exited the English room. I gave her my schedule and it turns out we have four classes together, English, Calculus, Gym, and Government. I just had to survive Spanish and Biology alone. She told me that her sister was in Spanish with me, so she'll help me out, and her brother and his girlfriend was in Biology. She led me to Spanish, wished me good luck, and set out for her class.

I walked in and went straight to the teacher. I figured I'd impress her if I talked in Spanish to her. "Hola Senora, me llamo es Elena, soy nuevo en esta escuela," I said. She looked up from her paper work and smiled.

"Hola Elena, me llamo es Senora Jones. Toma asiento en cualquier lugar," she spoke with a slight accent. I nodded and looked around. What does her sister even look like? Will she look like Rosalie? No, that's a stupid question, their adopted. As a slowly walked towards the row of desks, all eyes were watching my every move. Suddenly a short girl was in my line of vision. She had black hair, short, spiky. She was very thin, pale skin, short and was extremely pretty. She had gold eyes just like Emmett and Rosalie. She was wearing a brown dress that ended at her knees and a short sleeve jacket. She had flats on and the same necklace as Rosalie.

"Hi! My name is Alice. I saw you with my sister Rosalie. How did you make friends with her? She usually ignores everyone but her family," she said in one breathe while engulfing me in a big hug. I shocked a little but smiled.

"Hey, I'm Elena. And surprisingly I made friends with her by insulting her… But she did tell me about you," I said, then adding quickly, "Nothing bad, I promise." Alice laughed. We became good frieds fast and by the end of the class we were as close as me and Rosalie were.

I'm going to skip to lunch because nothing really happened in my 2 other classes. I just hung out with Rosalie in the classes, meeting her brother Jasper. He was a little creepy at first, looking like he was in pain, but once we got to know each other it was fine. I also met a boy named Mike Newton, and man was he persistent and clingy. I do not like that in a guy.

I walked to my locker and shoved everything in to it. Rosalie was waiting there for me with Emmett.

"You have the honor of sitting with us at lunch," Emmett said, winking at me. I smirked and followed them to the cafeteria. One we walked in every head turned to look at us. I saw a mix of jealousy, lust, and interest in each of their eyes. Creepy!

After getting our lunches, Rosalie and Emmett lead me to a table where Jasper, Alice, a boy I assumed was Edward and his girlfriend next to him.

"Edward, Bella this is Elena. Elena that's my idiot brother Edward and his girlfriend Bella," Rosalie introduced us. It was weird how she said Bella's name, it was like she was the most hated girl. I sat down in between Rosalie and Alice.

"Hi!" I said, trying to break the already forming awkward silence.

"Hey, I'm Edward, Rosalie's 'idiot' brother," Edward said. I just smirked and nodded my head.

"And I'm Bella. I see you've already made good friends with the others?" She asked/assumed.

"Yeah, we all met in the last four classes," I replied. We all made light conversation while eating our lunches. Well, while Bella and I ate our lunches. I noticed that none of the Cullens were eating. They were just moving their food around with their forks.

"Not hungry?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Nah, not really," Emmett replied.

"Hey Elena, do you want to come over our house today?" Alice asked randomly. I raised an eye brow.

"Yeah sure, I'd love to," I replied with a smile. I really like these people. Rosalie reminds me greatly of Caroline; she even had the blonde hair. They were both always acting like they were the best. Alice was a little like Bonnie and Emmett was just like Matt. Oh no, Elena don't think of him. You've got to move passed him. Think of this new life. You're Elena McCray now, not Elena Gilbert. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward raised an eyebrow. I just ignored him.

"So Elena, what was it like in Virginia?" Bella asked. What was it with people wanting to know about my old life?

"It was fine, it can get a little boring when you live there your whole life but sometimes it can get really interesting." I said with a smile, thinking about Stefan and Damon and how I reacted when I found out they were vampires. I shook my head lightly. No Elena, you can't think about them, they are the ones that caused you enough pain already. Edward's eyes widened.

"You okay?" I asked as everyone turned to face Edward. He just nodded and looked down. Bella put her hand on Edward's and looked at him confused. But Edward wasn't looking at Bella, he was looking at Alice. Soon enough Alice gasped and glanced at me. Huh, wonder what that was about.

And it's over! Next chapter will be some in Bella's POV, some in Edward's POV, some in Alice's POV and of course some in Elena's POV. Kay, so REVIEW!