AN: enjoy people! Gosh, NO ONE HAS BEEN UPDATEING SO I WILL!! The first song is Runaway, by Avril Lavigne and the second is When you're gone by Avril Lavigne.

Bella POV:

Saturday would be the highlight of my soccer-watching career! There was just NO way that I would ever score a chance like this again! I was in high sprits as I set off to shower and go to bed that night, little did I know what tomorrow would be like. And maybe if I had, I wouldn't have been smiling quite so hard.

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Bella POV:

Sitting slumped against the white walls of Forks High School hallway I was beginning to think the song that was blasting in my ears could be the story of my life.

Got up on the wrong side of life today yeah

Crashed the car and I'm gonna be really late

My phone doesn't work cause it's out of range

Looks like it's just one of those kind of days

You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground

No you can't cause you couldn't catch me anyhow

Blue skies but the sun isn't coming out no

Today it's like I'm under a heavy cloud

Ok, I hadn't crashed my car, but it running out of gas a mile from school had been enough. And it certainly didn't help that my cell phone had been forgotten at home, that was close enough to 'out of range' for me! Not to mention I'd forgotten my bag, so I didn't have my books or assignments, and that didn't matter because I'd been locked out of class anyway. Thus my current position against the wall. I'd be working on some homework — if I'd had my books. I checked the time on my iPod; I still had a little more than an hour to do what ever it is people that miss class do. I lifted myself off the white tile floor and stalked off into the first open classroom.

Edward POV:

She was outside about fifteen minutes into the biology lecture. I wanted to run out and let her in, but Rosalie was sure to have seen it coming and screeched bloody murder over it. She wasn't exactly happy that Bella was attracting so much of 'her' attention. Biology could only have lasted longer if Bella was actually here. I rushed out of the room practically the moment the bell rang and walked as fast as would seem remotely human to the music room seeking the only thing that could calm me, the ivory keys of a piano.

Bella POV:

My iPod changed songs almost the moment I arrived into the music room. It was still Avril Lavigne— I'd probably set it on artists. This was a slow, beautifully sad piano piece, a world of difference from the upbeat drum-fast pep of Runaway. I recognized the lyrics; I'd spent an afternoon obsessed with this song, repeating it again and again, until I'd learned the words. What the heck? I found a nice spot in the room, straightened my shoulders and gave it my all. I sang that song perhaps fourteen or sixteen times before I heard the music better than before. I guess I turned my iPod up on accident. But with this new connection to the notes and chords of the song I sang harder than before, my eyes had closed long since I started so I wouldn't have noticed for my life anything else in the room.

I wasn't a singer, not some girl who'd done choir classes and summer musicals all her life, but for some obscene reason singing felt so right sometimes, just joining the song and it's beauty, my voice combining with the notes, intertwining with the melody and challenging the harmony. This was bliss, this was innocence, this was leaving high school, leaving Forks, leaving Bella Swan, for the world of the music.

Edward POV:

I could hear her singing before I'd entered the room. The voice was clear and simple, not full of those annoying jumps and twists that most find necessary. I'd never heard the song but she sounded so tuned, so consistent that I knew the song was well learnt. My ears, once inside the room, could hear the music through her ear buds. It had a simple piano that matched the words and her voice with such precision that it astounded me. It was clear and pure, innocence expressed in a song. The words were pained, spinning a tale of loss, and mourn for what had been lost. Se never stopped, nor opened her eyes. I sat at the black leather piano bench and softly tapped the keys. Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh dah dah duh. The notes sounded like bells, contrasting perfectly with her voice.

Bella POV:

The bell rang, as I was standing there in the music room, no longer able to say that I was singing, because was it singing? Was letting this thing out of me and into the music singing? I didn't think so, I didn't know so, and still don't. I rushed out of the room. Damn, I'm gonna be late! I quickly turned off the lights and closed the door.

Edward POV:

Something about the way she was singing startled me. She wasn't concentrating on her voice, she wasn't focusing on the words or the beat or the melody, she was the song, she was a part of it, not a contrast striving to be different, but a part of it. It saddened me when as the bell rang, she quickly snapped out of her trance-like stupor and rushed gracefully outside to P.E. I reluctantly followed. It made me feel better when I saw her run. It was natural for her body to run. Her usual stride was traded for a confident, efficient, fast gate. The coach split us into girl's track and boy's track, dividing between us the track rows.

Alice POV:

Bella really is an amazing human. The traditional high school specimen either hates running or loves it, in which case they're labeled a 'jock'. Not Bella. She doesn't act like Ms. High-n-Mighty, she just runs because she's running on there's nothing else she's going to worry about when she's running except for running. Oh I hope their 'date' or as Edward forces me to say and think: ' soccer game'. That counts as a date to me. Woops, did I think that aloud? Ed sure does look murderous when he wishes to. I waved and continued to run at my slow, limiting, boring —but steady— pace.

AN: Review please! I'm sorry it's so short but I really wanted to get something out there!