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Song for this chapter is: Spotlight by Mutemath

It was only in the cruiser on the way to school that I started to panic, at first when Charlie offered to drive me I said no because I didn't want to sit in the car for the ten minute drive in an awkward silence. It was only while that awkward silence was going on that that I realised that Charlie was driving me to school...in the police cruiser.

God help me people are going to stare. I didn't really care about what people thought or said but I didn't want any extra attention. I really, really didn't like attention. I just wanted to be left alone. God, what if Charlie turns on the lights or the sirens, please god help me.

He used to do that to me and Daniel during the summer's we stayed with him. we would be driving and he would randomly turn on the sirens and no matter where we were everyone would always turn to look at us. I was suddenly starting to really panic. I turned to Charlie with wide eyes.

"Dad, your not gonna switch on the sirens, are you?" I asked. He laughed "No, not unless there is some emergency." he kept on laughing. " I forgot how much you hate attention." he smiled. I gave a small smile back.

This was possibly the most relaxed conversation I've ever had with Charlie, despite it being a weird one. All I could do was hope that Charlie didn't feel the need that there was an emergency, therefore keeping the lights and sirens off and keeping me happy.

We didn't speak for the rest of the ride. A few minutes later we pulled into the schools car park. Students were standing around in groups talking with friends and laughing with and at each other. I felt a pang of loneliness but I pushed it back.

I turned to tell charlie goodbye and to thank him for the ride before I jumped out of the car and gave a small wave, a few people were looking,but not many.

Thank God. Charlie started to reverse and before he pulled away from the school he switched both lights and sirens on in the car. the noise of the siren was loud and shocked me, I jumped a little and then I cringed and turned around to see him pulling out of the parking lot shaking his head with laughter. Very slowly I turned back around and looked at everyone around me. Every single person in the lot was staring from where charlie's car had exited to my bright red face.

I was going to kill Charlie when I got home. I put my head down and kept my eyes and my well worn converse clad feet. Shuffling toward the direction I was assuming the reception office was in. I suddenly wished that I had left my hair down so that I could hide behind it. Stupid ponytail..

I reached the door to what I assumed was the office because of all the papers piled on the front desk, next to the ancient computer and on front of the skinny, blonde, mid-forties woman. Or maybe it was the sign that hung above her head that read "Reception"...who knows.

I walked forward and when I reached the desk she looked up at me with a curious expression upon her face. "Can I help you?" She asked boredly.

"Erm...yeah..I'm new I don't know where to go."

"Name?" she asked abruptly.

"Bella."

"Last name?" She asked slowly as if I was too dumb to comprehend what she was saying.

"Swan" She knew what my last name was, she knew exactly who I was, it was Forks... how many new students could there be. it's not like many students joined school one week into the first semester.

"Well here Isabella is you're schedule it has you're classes for the year, as well as you teachers and what room your class is located. Have a nice day." She replied turning away from the desk after slipping me two sheets of paper, signalling that this conversation was apparently over.

I mumbled a thanks before silently walking out the door.

I looked down at the pages in my hand, on the first was just as the reception lady had said my schedule,with class rooms and teachers. On the second sheet there was a map which showed me where the actual class rooms where.

It seems that there were two buildings both containing a number of different class rooms. My first class was Biology with Mr Varner in building two. I headed that way, following the flow of the students who were busily rushing to their first class after hearing the first bell go, not wanting to be late.I took my time, not caring if I was late, I could just tell them that I got lost.

My first class sucked I got asked to introduce myself to the class which sucked and then on my way to my seat I tripped and stumbled, everyone laughed but thankfully I didn't fall flat on my face. After I sat in my seat a guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder.

"Isabella right." he said it like a question.

"Bella." I corrected, I hated being called Isabella, it just didn't suit me.

"I'm mike." He smiled. I looked at him properly for the first time. He was average height but well toned and muscled, blonde haired, blue eyed and had a baby face that hadn't quite lost it's child hood chubbiness. He wore a football jacket with the school mascot embroidered on it...figures he's a jock.

I stuck out my hand and shook his. He held onto my hand. "So Bella, what brings you to forks?" he asked. I panicked, what was I going to tell him, that my mother blames me for my brothers death, so she sent me to live with my Dad...I don't think so. "Stuff." I replied vaguely hoping he would take the hint and drop it. He didn't "What kind of stuff."

"Family stuff." I answered.

"Family stuff?" he asked.God this guy doesn't give up.

"Private stuff, that I am not comfortable talking about with you ." I answered more harshly than I meant too.I felt bad for snapping but I really didn't feel comfortable talking to him about all my problems and he wasn't taking the hint or backing off.

He held up his arms in surrender"Geez sorry, didn't mean to pry." he shrugged. Yes he did mean to pry."It's fine."

He sat back in his seat and didn't speak to me for the rest of the class. When the bell finally rang I lept from my seat and headed to my next class and sat alone down the back where no one bothered me. The next few classes continued like that.

When the bell for lunch rang I was nervous, I wasn't sure where I was going to sit.I walked to the cafeteria, when I entered the room I could feel a few people staring. I tried to ignore it but I just couldn't. I started towards the lunch line and halfway there I tripped on my own open shoe lace and fell flat on my face.

I could hear people laughing. I shut my eyes real tight, my head still on the floor. It was times like this that I truly wished a black hole could open below me and suck me right in. I wasn't that lucky.

I pushed myself up on my hands and eventually made it to my feet. My face was flaming as I looked around me. If people weren't staring before they definitely were now. I could still hear a few people laughing. I spun around as fast as I could and left the way I came in, without bothering to buy lunch.

Once I was safely out of the cafeteria I started walking more calmly. I knew today was bound to be crap, but come on, falling on front of the whole school, I really didn't expect that one. For the rest of lunch, I just wandered around the school. The halls were silent, I was alone and for once in the day, I felt relaxed.

That feeling ended as soon as the bell rang. I headed to my next class Art. I have to say, I kind of liked the class, I sat alone down the back, nobody talked to me, the teacher didn't make me introduce myself.

Ms Shellie was her name and she was insane...not in a bad way. Just insane like crazy, fun, free. I liked her. She was in her early thirties short blonde hair and had dark green eyes. She had a kind face, with a smile that seemed almost constant.

Everything about her made her seem approachable and made you feel comfortable. She seemed to be a ball of energy and came out with the most random things.

After me having only known her ten minutes I already knew she was single, lived alone with her cat named miss jingles. Named miss jingles because apparently her ex boyfriend bought it for her at christmas and Ms Shellie or Shellie as she told me to call her loved to sing the song jingle bells.

I should have been slightly freaked out and although I found it strange that Shellie was so open, I also found it kind of refreshing. It seemed impossible to be in a bad mood around her, she was just so nice.

None of my other classes were as exciting as art was. When English came around, I was actually looking forward to it. It was always my favorite subject and reading was my favorite thing to do.

However when I arrived to the class it turns out that the teacher I was supposed to have was out of school today and would be again tomorrow. We didn't have a substitute, instead we had a study was boring but at least I got all my homework done.

After that class nothing of importance happened and when the final bell rang. I sighed with relief glad that this day was over and that I seemed to have survived it.

A/N sorry about the delay...I know I'm horrible but my sister got married and I was bridesmaid so I was really busy...my apologies. I feel bad about it which is why I wrote a longer chapter for you :) Plz Plz review.