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Chapter 2

"You got me a car?!" I couldn't hide my excitement as I stared at the old beat up red truck that sat in the driveway the morning of the first day of school.

It has been two weeks since we moved in. I was fully unpacked by the first night there. I did not own a lot of clothes. My books and CD's took longer to unpack. I had just enough clothes so that I wasn't repeating the same outfit within a week. My wardrobe consisted of jeans, sweatpants, t-shirts, hoodies, and a couple of girly blouses that my sisters forced upon me.

Okay so forced might be a strong word. I was thankful for them when I was looking for an outfit for my first day.

I was running late this morning. I may have woke up extra early, but I just couldn't find anything to wear. My hair was also impossible. It wasn't really curly, but it wouldn't stay straight either.

I finally settled for throwing my mid-back length, brown hair into a ponytail. It would have to do. I grabbed my book bag filled with new pens and notebooks and ran down the stairs.

I had decided on a simple dark midnight blue blouse, my favorite pair of jeans, and my blue converses. I had also grabbed my black and blue Foo Fighters zip-up hoodie from behind my door. I grabbed a simple breakfast of pop tarts, and ran outside.

"Do you like it?" Charlie asked snapping me back to the present. "I figured you and your brother would need someway of getting to school. Having your old man take you to school would probably embarrass you-"not to mention it would be in the police cruiser. I shuddered at the thought. "- and walking would have the two of you soaking wet by the time you got there."

"Thanks dad it's great!" I exclaimed.

Embarrassed by my response he lowered his head and muttered, "Uh your welcome. It's really not much. It's an old car but I figured it was sturdy…"his voice got lower as he trailed off.

"No Cha- Dad, I love it." My father's face blushed a little deeper red before he turned around and headed to the police cruiser.

With the key in hand I walked over to the truck that was now mine. I unlocked the door and slid into the cab. I automatically felt right at home. This truck suited me so well. I was not a flashy person and nor was this car flashy. I needed something sturdy and this truck was just that. I felt like if today completely sucked, I would have this one good moment.

My appreciation for the car was interrupted by Joe, who noisily slammed the passenger door shut after sliding in. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize he had opened the door to get in. I also realized I hadn't even turned the car on. Which my brother pointed out.

"Did you forget how to drive or something?" he sarcastically asked. "I could always drive if you want, I have my permit now."

I tried to give him an angry glare, but when I looked at the goofy teasing look he had on his face, I couldn't help but smile.

"No. I think I can handle it. The keys go in this slot right?" I teased as I put the keys into the ignition to start the car.

The car started with a very loud growl. I jumped not expecting the noise that came from the engine. I should have been able to guess such a large, ancient truck would make that sound. This would be fun to start at the end of the day in the Forks High School student parking lot. It would draw unwanted, awkward attention. Another thing the truck and me had in common. I pulled out of the driveway and drove the speed limit to school.

"I'm so looking forward to school today," my brother said practically bouncing out of his seat. "I plan to find the baseball coach today and introduce myself. Dad told me to find out when they start conditioning and also who the other boys on the team are."

"That's great," I exclaimed trying to match my brother's enthusiasm. It was difficult because I felt none.

My brother wasn't fooled. "Aren't you excited at all?"

"Yea. Of course. Just nervous." So that was only half a lie. I really was nervous.

"I'm sure you will be fine Bell."

All I could do was give a half-hearted smile to this. I hated lying to my brother.

By this time we were pulling into the parking lot.

It was not your typical looking high school. Instead of one big building, it was a bunch of smaller brick buildings. My class size at my old high school in Phoenix was equivalent to the whole student body population here at Forks High School.

I pulled into a parking spot in the quick filling lot. When we got out, I took another long glance at my schedule:

English

Calculus

Spanish

Journalism

Lunch

AP (Advanced Placement) Biology

Gym

I groaned as I read the last class on that list. Gym can always be counted on as the least favorite class of any uncoordinated person.

I thought I had escaped it after taking it freshman and sophomore year for my two credits of physical education in Phoenix. Forks required you to take it every year in attendance.

Great another reason to not like Forks.

It was the bell that had broke my moment of silent agony, as everyone around me headed off to their homerooms.

"Good luck Joe! You will be great!" I called to my brother who was already making his way to the underclassmen buildings.

He turned around gave me a smile and a quick wave, and then was gone.

I figured I should head to my homeroom. I had Mr. Mason in building 3. I put my hood up and followed the small mass of people who were heading to the upperclassmen buildings.

I walked into the small classroom and headed for an empty seat in the back.

It may have been the first day of school for everybody else as well, but I was still the outsider.

Everyone had grown up in this small town together, going to the same school since kindergarten. It was easy for them to spot the girl who was new.

I had received a few long stares from those too rude to contain their over curiosity. It wasn't until Mr. Mason called the attendance, that I felt like a huge spotlight had been pointed on me.

"Isabella Marie Swan?" Man what was with teachers that felt the need to announce your whole name, middle included?

Not even waiting for me to say "Present" or "Here" all 15 pairs of eyes were locked on me. It took me a minute to realize that they had been staring longer than was polite for curiosity

Then it hit me. Oh they were waiting for me to say something.

I looked around at my peers. My eyes first rested on a blond girl who had a look on her face that questioned my sanity. I then saw a blond haired boy who shared the same expression with a mix of eagerness.

Now why would he be looking at me like that?

Everyone shared the same curious expression except for a pale skinned, petite looking girl with short, black, spiky hair. She had a huge grin on her face as she too was staring at me. It was an encouraging expression though.

"Erm.. Present. And call me Bella."

Great don't I sound smart?

"Okay Bella- and Eric Yorkie?"

"Present" said a boy with medium-long black hair.

With that Mr. Mason allowed us to talk until the bell for first period rang.

Oh great this left time for students to come up and ask the "new girl" questions. That was the last thing that I wanted.

Instinctively I reached into my bag and pulled out my always reliable defense when I wanted to avoid conversation.

My Ipod.

I remembered the many times it had saved me when I wanted to avoid being questioned on my love life by my overprotective uncles.

Not that there was much to tell in that department. I have never had a boyfriend. But discussing that with my uncles would be just awkward.

I quickly slipped the buds into my ears and the ending of "By Myself" by Linking Park filled my ears. Then the next song was "Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie. (A/N: AMAZING song!) I simply closed my eyes and zoned out everything around me as I listened to it's soothing melody.

I was not worried about hearing the bell, since my first period class was to be held in this building. It was English with Mr. Mason.

After the song ended I figured I should probably put my Ipod away before it was taken, and that I should get ready for class to start.

When I looked up after closing my bag, I was taken by surprise at the sight of the blond haired boy from homeroom who had been staring at me with the hint of eagerness. He was again staring at me with the excitement a child has with a new shiny toy. (recognize the simile my fellow twilighters who have seen the movie multiple times)

Again. What the heck was with that look?

I gave a small smile, not wanting to be rude, and then busied myself with rearranging my pencils and notebook on my desk.

He must have had English this period as well.

Well at least I hope he did, because I didn't need a creepy stalker. Though who would waste their time?

I glanced around and noticed that half the class had been in my homeroom. Including the tiny girl with black, spiky hair who reminded me of a pixie. She sat a couple seats to my right talking to another girl who had wavy, golden hair that was slightly shorter then mine.

I then noticed that there was someone standing right in front of my desk. I turned my head slowly, already knowing who it was.

"Hi Isabella my name is Mike. Mike Newton." said the eager, blond haired boy with a huge grin on his face.

"Hi, it's Bella actually. Bella Swan, " I answered back hoping to hide my slight annoyance.

"Er.. Sorry, Bella," he answered a little less confident then before. I guess I didn't hide it very well.

I sighed. "That's okay," I may not be here to make friends, but I did not want to be a complete b-

"Great. Well I just wanted to welcome you to Forks High, and to let you know that if you need any help finding classes or you need someone to sit with at lunch and to be a friend, then I'm here for you," he exclaimed the eagerness back, even stronger than before.

"Um Thanks, that's really nice of you, but I think I will manage," I flashed him another smile trying to stay friendly. I may not want his help but, I did not want to make enemies.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but Mr. Mason called the class to order and Mike was forced to go back to his seat.

I started to turn my attention to Mr. Mason until I heard someone tapping a pencil on my desk.

I turned to see the black haired boy who was called last on the attendance.

"Hi! I'm Eric Yorkie," he whisperd in a rush.

"Uh. Hi," I started to turn my head back when Eric started to whisper again.

"I just wanted to welcome you to our school, and to let you know that I am here if you need a friend, a shoulder to cry on, a guide to the school, or a date," he said the last part while giving me a wink.

I could feel my cheeks going red as I tried to reply, "Uh-um, that's sweet, but um, uh-" my stuttering was cut short by Mr. Mason.

"Bella since you are already talking, how about you go first and share something to the class about yourself."

If it were possible my cheeks became even more red, as everyone was staring at me at this point.

Stupid games teachers come up with to "introduce" yourself.

Stupid Mr. Mason for calling on me.

Stupid Eric Yorkie for talking to me in the middle of class.

Stupid me for responding to him.

I could already tell I was going to have my work cut out for me to get by unnoticed.

I was getting attention that I never got back in Forks from boys. I was always the awkward one back home which led boys to just stay away. Why couldn't they do the same here?

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