Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer and I will never be. (cries uncontrolably)

Man. This is a long chapter. I was procrastinating and not getting this typed up. I have it all written, but I just need to type it. Sorry. Bear with me...

Annnnd Onto the story.

Chapter 3 BPOV

New School

My alarm clock woke me up at 7:00AM.I was glad that I didn't have to share a bathroom with Charlie. I took my bag of toiletries to the bathroom.

I started the shower and undressed myself. Once the water was hot, I stepped in, letting the warm water wash away the tension of my first day at Forks High. Fifteen minutes later, I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I padded my way to my room, opened my suitcase and got out a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt. I also got out my favorite sweater. I clothed myself before going downstairs to make myself a bowl of cereal.

I swallowed the cereal, brushed my teeth and mused with my hair so that my curls were cascading down the middle of my back.

I went back to my room to get all three of my instruments just in case I had to play, and if the director wanted me to play for him. I also grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulders.

I walked back downstairs. I saw a note from Charlie. It read:

Bells,

Have fun at Forks High! Here are your car keys, I hope you like it,

Dad

Okay. So I had car keys and a vehicle. I remembered Charlie saying something about getting me a car.

I picked up the keys, seeing that there was also a house key on the key-ring. I stepped out of the door and into the rain with my load of stuff and locked the door behind me.

I slowly turned on my heel. I came face to face with a big, old red truck sitting in the driveway. Man how I loved it! Charlie did a great! I put my busload of crap into the passenger seat and truck the key into the ignition and heard my truck roar to life.

I knew my way around Forks, having sat with Charlie, watching him drive. I got on the highway and drove to school.

Forks High School wasn't all that great looking. It was red-bricked and old looking. I was one of the first people there; there was a nice shiny Volvo in a parking space and a bright red BMW next to it. I looked for the office while finding a good parking spot. Once I parked, I cut the engine of my truck and stepped out into the light drizzle. I walked to the office.

"Good morning, how may I help you young lady?" the lady at the front desk asked

"Hello. My name is Isabella Swan. It's my first day here. I need to pick up my schedule," I answered. The lady typed on her computer, searching.

"Ah, Isabella, there you are," she said, handing me a sheet of paper that was obviously my schedule. "You also need to get this signed by your teachers." She handed me another sheet of paper.

"Thanks. Do you have a map of the school that I could have?" I asked.

"Yes. Here you go." She flipped through her enormous stack of papers, searching and eventually finding one and handing it to me.

"Thanks again. I'll be back after school."

"Okay dear." I turned on my heel and walked back to my truck. I read through my schedule:

1st- English- Mr. Masen-rm. 533

2nd-Trigonometry-Mr.Varner-rm. 682

3rd- Government- Mrs. Smith-rm. 536

4th-Spanish- Mr. Schnappi-rm. 951

--Lunch--

5th-Band-Mr. Muncher-rm. 215

6th-Physics-Mrs. Williams-rm. 538

7th-Dance-Mrs.Cheese-rm. 204

8th-Study Hall-Ms. Eyre-rm. 560

Class started at 9:10am. Sweet. It was about 8:45am now. I had a lot of time to myself. I decided to go to the band room to intro duce myself and see if I could put away my instruments somewhere. I looked at the map of the school and quickly found the band room. Room 215, great.

I didn't get lost, thankfully. I found the room, opened the door and walked in. I went to the little office and quietly knocked. The door opened revealing a man in his mid 40's.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I'm Isabella Swan. I just wanted to introduce myself before school starts. And I wanted to see if I could put my instruments in a cage until I come here for rehearsal."

"Ah. Isabella. I have been waiting for you. Your dad says that you are a very talented young woman. Do you have your instruments with you? I would like to hear one of your songs. By the way, I'm Mr. Muncher."

"Yes, I do have my instruments with me today. They are in my truck. Would you like me to go get them?"

"Yes. That would be wonderful. Hurry now."

"Okay." I walked out of the band hall and to my truck. I removed all of my instruments from the passenger sear-along with my backpack-and retraced my steps back to the band hall.

"Which one instrument first?" I askedas I walked in. Mr. Muncher looked shocked.

"How about you play one for the clarinet?"

"Okie-dokie then." I put together my clarinet, all the while going through my favorite songs in my head. I picked one with a sweet melody, one that I loved and played often. When I didn't take out a sheet of music, Mr. Muncher looked surprised I played form memory and got so into it, I was a little disappointed when it was over.

"That has to be one of the best clarinet pieces I have ever heard! Can I hear you play an oboe piece? Please?"

"Sure." I put away my clarinet and put together my oboe. I played another one of my compositions; one with a happy melody this time. I saw Mr. Muncher's eyes light up.

Mr. Muncher got me a cage to put my instruments in. I got one of the rather large cages-one for tubas, french horns and other large and oddly shaped instruments. I said "thank you. I'll see you 5th period."

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I waited in my truck until I saw the parking lot almost full before I walked to English. As soon as I sat down, a boy with black, greasy hair came up to me.

"Hi. My name is Eric. Are you Isabella?" he said.

"Hi Eric. Call me Bella."

"Sure." The teacher, Mr. Masen, walked in. I walked up to him and showed him my slip. He signed it, handed me a syllabus, and I went back to my seat. While at my seat waiting for him to start class, I looked over the syllabus. We were going to read Wuthering Heights next; a book that I have already read. In fact, I have read it many times. English would be easy for the time being.

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Great; I had trigonometry next. I walked to room 682 and handed the teacher, Mr. Varner the slip. He signed it and directed me to a seat in the back of the room next to a girl with blond hair. She said her name was Jessica. She looked like the type of person who would spread gossip like nobody's business. She walked with me to our next class, Government, in room 536. It was boring. I couldn't wait for band. Too bad I had Spanish and lunch first. I went to Mr. Schnappi's desk and asked him to sign my slip. He made me go in front of the class and introduce myself. Then he directed me to a seat in the middle of the room next to a girl that seemed quiet, like me. She introduced herself as Angela.

After class, she walked with me to lunch. We went through the line, paid and went to sit down. Unfortunately, she was friends with Jessica. She introduced me to Lauren. She took an immediate dislike to me. Why? I don't know. That's when I noticed THEM.

"Who are they?" I ask, pointing.

"Those are the Cullens and the Hales. They moved here a couple of years ago from Alaska," she answered.

They looked beautiful! There were three boys and two girls. One boy was very muscular. He looked as though if anyone picked a fight with him he would win. Another boy had blond hair and was not as muscular. He third boy was lanky and not as muscular as the other two, and he had bronze hair. The girls were equally beautiful. One had blond hair and looked tall. The other girl was short and had short, black spiky hair.

"What are their names?" I asked.

"The muscular one is Emmett Cullen, the blond boy is Jasper Hale, the blond girl is Rosealie Hale, and the short girl is Alice Cullen," Angela answered quickly.

"Who is the boy with the bronze hair?" I asked eagerly.

"That's Edward Cullen. Don't get your hopes up, he doesn't date. That's one weird thing about them. They're together. Emmett and Rosealie, Jasper and Alice; they live together, and they are adopted. I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have kids. Mr. Cullen works at the hospital."

I looked down at my food. After a couple seconds, I peeked at Edward Cullen. He was staring at me. I stared back. He turned to his plate of untouched food and started talking to his family. Alice jumped up, threw her plate of untouched food away in the trash can and danced toward the doors. She had such grace!

"Edward is staring at you again," Angela said, a trickle of laughter easing into her voice. I looked up at the Cullen table. Sure enough, Edward was staring at me. I turned back to my food like it was the most interesting thing ever. Angela tapped my shoulder signaling that it was time to go. I stood up, threw the remains of my lunch away. Yes! Finally I could go to band!

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