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Sophie POV

Before I knew it, we were at Forks High School. We were early, but there were already some cars in the parking lot. Our BMW stood out among the old run down Chevys and trucks, and it seemed like no one in Forks shared Jenna and my taste for sports cars. I took a huge breath, and stepped out into the early morning mist that blanketed this sleepy town so often. My blood red parka was the closest I could find to something remotely wearable in my closet. The fashionably inclined don't seem live in places where they can't show their legs, so I had to make some adjustments to my wardrobe.

We headed up to the small building marked "Administration" in neat white letters. The path was lined with little bushes, and the smell of mulch was overpowering. I would have to get used to the odor. Jenna pushed the door open and we walked in to the office. A large, red haired woman sat at the front desk. She was on the phone, so we waited until she hung up the phone laughing. Something told me the call wasn't about purchasing new textbooks. I looked over, and saw that Jenna was getting nervous. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as she waited for the receptionist to get off the phone.

"Hello, ladies! How may I help you?" The tag on her desk read Mrs. Cope, Jenna looked kind of green, so I addressed her.

"We're the transfers. The principal told us to come here before we went to our classes." She smiled warmly at us over her horn–rimmed glasses.

"Welcome to Forks. I have your schedules right here." She rummaged around in her numerous drawers, before handing each of us a slip of paper. "These are your schedules; you can head to class as soon as the bell rings." The phone rang then, and Jenna and I walked out.

I looked inquisitively at Jenna's schedule. "Which class do you have first?" She looked over the paper before glancing up at me.

"Um, I have history with Mr. Doffer…what do you have?" I looked at mine, and my heart sank, as I realized the only period I would be sharing with Jenna was lunch.

"Math, with Mrs. Quen." This was disappointing. I had planned on knowing at least one person in my classes.

"I guess we should go. We don't want to be late."

"Bye Jenna. See you at lunch." She walked off, in search of the history building, as I headed to Math.

My first two classes passed in a blur. The students were nice, but they were all very plain and dull. No one was very interesting.

As I headed to history, I looked at the ground while I walked. Nothing was really extraordinary, but it was slightly better than Volterra, at least here, I wasn't worried about being eaten.

I arrived at building 4, and realized for one of the first times in my life, I was getting nervous. To take my mind off it, I thought about what Thomas was doing. Probably hunting with Jack; they were best friends, just like me and Jenna. I sighed, and opened the door. It creaked. "Damn!" I whispered to myself. Thirty heads had turned to looked at the source of the creaking. I saw Mr. Doffer at the front of the room. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Why hello there, Miss…?" he looked at me, waiting for an answer. I debated on giving him my alias, Miss Ura Jackass, but I didn't want to make a bad impression, did I? At least that's what I was trying to convince myself.

"Masen. Sophie Masen." Now that we had gotten the name thing out of the way I could go sit down. That wasn't too terrible, if all they asked me for was my name I would be fine. The teacher, a balding live-alone type, polished his glasses, and then addressed me again.

"You can go and sit next to Mr. Cullen, but first tell us a little something about yourself."

I sucked in some air, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions, "Like I said, my name is Sophie. I'm a transfer from Italy, and I came here with my sister Jenna."

"Ah! You're from Italy! Which city are you from? Venice? Milan?" I chuckled to myself; everyone expected that we were from a major city.

Mr. Doffer joined my new classmates in gawking at me. There was a guy in the front row with his mouth hanging wide open. I guess these small town boys didn't know what makeup was.

"I'm from Volterra. I lived there with my family." I heard a hiss from the back of the room. My eyes flicked to the back. There sat a pale, boy. But I couldn't call this huge being a boy - I couldn't even call him human. He was muscled like some sort of line backer on steroids, just like Jack, and Felix. He looked like he was wearing golden contacts (a strange color choice), but they covered up the usual red.

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