~Salem, Massachusetts. February, 1662~

I pulled up the hem of my silk-like blue dress. It was a light pastel color, everyone commented about how it looked just lovely. Mary motioned for me to hurry up, ever the impatient one.

I walked up the steps of Betty Parris's house. She was a wonderful young girl. She had taken a liking to Mary and I. She was only ten and was insistent upon us visiting.

Mary raised her hand and knocked on the wood, "Betty?" she called. When there was no answer. she opened the door, hesitantly. I would have scolded her, but I was worried also.

An ear-splitting scream sounded throughout the house. The young woman ran across the room and hid behind a piece of furniture.

"Get away, get away!" she shouted. She looked up at us and started to cry. "Mary, Isabella! Help me! They will not leave me alone, I have asked many times, but then will not go away!"

I ran over to her and ducked to her height, "What won't go away, Betty?"

She shrieked again and clasped her mouth. "I do not feel well," I raised a hand to her head. It was hot, much too hot. She took her hand away and vomit spewed out of her mouth. She looked up, her head shaky and screamed again. "Go away!" She clutched her head tightly with her tiny hands. "I-It aches Isabella. It hurts so much! Help me!"

Mary walked towards her slowly, as if not to startle her. "Betty, sweetheart, calm down." She took her hand in hers and then hugged her. "Shh, its okay, you are alright. No one is here, but us." Mary looked at me as another cry bounced off the walls.

~Forks, Washington. Monday.~

"Hello, Mr. Grey." I greeted. I walked into the office and slapped the contract onto his desk.

His eyes were wide as he leafed through it. "How did you get this so fast?"

I smiled and ignored his question. "So, you will sign it for Mr. Swan?"

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah." He grabbed his pen and I told him the page number. We quickly wrapped up the taxes fee and I left with the deed and a set of keys in my hand.

I drove back to the hotel and packed up all of my things. I gave the man at the desk the card key and drove off to Charlie's house. I parked my car in the driveway and walked to the front door. I slipped my key into the lock and twisted it. I ran up the stairs and set my things in the dusty bedroom. I planned to have Charlie's bedroom as an art room.

I ran back outside and into the car. I made sure to lock the door, and drove off to the mall. I walked into the furniture store. The only thing important to me right now was the things for my bedroom. I picked up a full sized bed and had it shipped to my house. They said it would take a day. I got a dresser and all of the other necessities. I was able to fit the bed comforter in my car, but that wouldn't do much if I didn't have a bed.

I sighed and drove home. When getting there, I cleaned the dust out of the room and spread the sheets on the floor, lying down.

Once again, the day passed quickly. I stared out the window, watching the foggy light disappear only to return a couple hours later. I looked at the watch on my wrist and stood up. I changed into a pair of jeans and a blouse. I grabbed my black jacket and pulled the hood over my head so my hair wouldn't get wet. That's how most mortals reacted to rain.

I grabbed my backpack and slipped the items I needed in it, including my wallet. I hung it over my shoulder and grabbed my keys off the floor.

I walked down stairs and ran outside to my car. I turned on the heat as soon as I closed the door. I drove along the highway. Like most things in Forks, the high school was just off the highway. I drove into the parking lot. Most of the cars were old and rusty, except for a shiny silver Volvo. It made me angry that my car stuck out.

So much for not drawing attention to myself.

I parked in front of the office and walked along the hedges and walked inside the building. A plump looking red head sat in a swivel chair. She was hunched over some paperwork and I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

She looked up and smiled. "May I help you, dear?"

I nodded. "Yes." I walked up to her awkwardly. "I'm Isabella Brandon."

She gasped. "Oh!" she searched through a filing cabinet and handed me a schedule. She then handed me a slip of paper. "Have all of your teachers sign this paper and then bring it in at the end of the day." She handed me a map of the school and explained where everything was.

"Okay," I looked over the schedule and grinned at her. "Thank you."

"Oh, and Isabella?" she called. I turned around. "Have a good day."

My first class was English and I ducked my head, so I wouldn't be noticed. I usually wasn't, but this was a small town with a lot of busy bodies. I walked into the classroom and up to the teacher named Mr. Mason.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked at me. "And you are?"

"Isabella, but I prefer Bella." I answered. I gave him the paper and he signed it. He pointed to a desk in the back and gave me a list of books that we were going to read. I had already read them all and met some of the authors.

The students still managed to look at me, even though I was in the back. I sighed and searched through their minds. Mostly how I was cute, from the guys, and how I was a disgusting bitch from the girls. Some wanted to use me for popularity. Others wanted to lose their virginity to me.

My, my, what has the world come to?

The bell rang loudly and I packed my things up to leave. A short girl with curly dark hair bounced up to me. One of the girls that wanted to use me for popularity. I didn't want to be rude though, so I smiled.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." She held her hand out.

I shook it. "Bella. It's nice to meet you."

She thought so too. I was a gift to her. "You too." She took the schedule from my hands. "Oh! You have Government next? Me too!" she grabbed my hand. I was definitely a sign to her. "C'mon, I'll show you the way."

I followed her, pretending not to know her ulterior motive. We walked to building six her chatting happily. I listened, fading in and out. It was mostly about some kid named Mike.

I walked up to Mr. Jefferson and gave him the slip. He signed it and told me to sit in the front. I scowled. The teenagers gawked. Had they not seen a new student before? Jessica was upset that she couldn't sit next to me. She didn't have a class with me until lunch, which really upset her.

Eric, the cab driver, gasped when he saw me. He grabbed his stuff when the bell rang and ran up to me. "Bella, Bella!"

I looked up and smiled. "Hey, Eric."

Jessica walked up to me and glared at Eric. "You know, Bella, Eric?"

He nodded proudly. "Yep! I gave her a ride when she called for a cab."

She scoffed quietly, too quiet for Eric to hear. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "I'll see you at lunch, right Bella?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"What class do you have next, Bella?" Eric asked once Jessica left.

I gathered my things and hugged them to my chest. "Math with Mr. Varner."

He frowned sadly. "I have gym." he then brightened up. "I'll walk you there."

"You really don't have to—"

He held his hand up. "It's no problem, really." He lead me to the building, his once again frowned as our time together wasn't nearly as long as he wanted it to be.

"Thank you, Eric." I said.

"See you around!" He called.

And here I thought that everyone would be nice and leave me alone. Nevertheless, I nodded and walked through the door. Mr. Varner sat at his desk and looked up at my entrance. I didn't mind math, but it wasn't my favorite subject. I handed him the slip.

"Who are you?" He asked. Before I could say anything, the late bell rang and he motioned towards my new classmates. "Announce it to the class, please. Tell a bit about yourself."

I glared, no one made me do this in Phoenix. I wasn't the best with speaking it front of an audience, no matter how many years I practiced. I was just to shy. "I'm Isabella. I prefer Bella though..."

He looked up from his paper work and handed me back the slip. An amused smile danced at his lips. "And?"

"And...and I like to draw, and read." I muttered.

A girl's voice broke through the well composed barrier in my head. She had blonde hair, and her frame was short. "Me too!" she thought happily, "I wonder if we can be friends now? I mean, the two of us have so much in common!"

"Anything else?" Mr. Varner asked.

"No." I shook my head. He pointed to a desk in the front. It's as if he knew all of the things I detested and he was born to taunt me with them.

The class passed by agonizingly slow, he kept calling on me, extremely angry when I got the question right every single time.

The next class was art. The second to last class before lunch. Most people kept wondering when it would end, I was happy to hang out here. Her name was Ms. Smith. She wore a smock and was very laid back. We were instructed to draw what was important to us.

I sketched a picture of Mary and my mother and father. When Mary had long hair and the rare moment that mother and father weren't worried about money. Ms. Smith walked up to me and complemented me on the picture. I smiled and thanked her.

The last class before social hour for the mortals was study hall. Which passed quickly. I didn't have to introduce myself and I sat in class and read. The bell rang and I packed up my stuff. I walked through the rain. Whoever was the architecture of the building, was an idiot. Why would you have the children walk outside in the pouring rain?

I brought my hood over my head and pushed open the door. Everyone stopped to stare and I sighed. Jessica walked over to me, a little smug.

"Yeah, I know her." she thought proudly.

She guided me to a table and showed me off as if I were a charity case. "Guys, this is Bella. Bella this is Angela, Lauren, Mike, Ben, and Tyler."

I smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," Jessica nodded. "They're all wonderful." She motioned me to follow her to the cafeteria line. "C'mon, let's get some food."

I grabbed an apple and she grabbed something that looked only slightly edible. I paid for the apple and bit into it. I sat back at the table and observed quietly as the group talked.

Angela liked Ben I noticed and Ben felt the same, but both were too shy to admit it. Jessica liked Mike, but it was obvious that he liked me. Tyler and Lauren were dating, but Lauren was suspicious that I would steal him away and immediately didn't like me. I sighed. Teenage drama was really something I preferred to stay away from.

I looked around the room, a table catching my eye. The group sat in the corner, isolated and I could tell they liked it that way. They all stared blankly at various places of the cafeteria.

The youngest boy's – a handsome young man with messy copper colored hair – mouth was moving as if he were having a conversation. It would be rude to listen in on it and I chose not to.

Next was a blonde woman. Her blue eyes stared at a shiny object on the table. I could not deny that she was beautiful, so beautiful that it made my self-esteem drop a couple levels.

A thick arm – an arm banned with muscles – was wrapped around her shoulder. The man was muscular and looked intimidating, but he had a grin plastered on his face. The smile made his dimples pronounced and he looked adorable with his curly dark hair.

Next was a blond man. He looked familiar, but I did not know from where. His curly hair was long, reaching an inch past his ear. His arm wrapped around a waist of a small girl.

She had black hair that was short and pointed in every which way. Her eyes were a honey gold, large and expressive.

I stared at her intently. Her eyes tore away from the wall as the bronze-haired boy stopped whispering. She looked at me and I gasped.

I looked away. It was not possible and I had to stop being so wishful. I looked at Jessica. "Who are they?"

She looked at me, shocked, as if I were supposed to know who the inhumanly beautiful people were on my first day. Then she smiled, happy that she was able to set the impression of them for me.

"They're all sisters and brothers. But the really gross thing is that they're all together. Like together, together," she said scandalously.

Angela interrupted. "That's not fair! They're not related. Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme adopted them."

I smiled, that was nice of them.

Jessica rolled her eyes and continued. "Yeah, 'cause Esme can't have kids." She said it as if it were a bad thing. I scowled. "Okay, so, the really buff guy, that's Emmett, and the blonde girl, that's Rosalie. The really hot guy with the weird colored hair is Edward. I wouldn't bother though, he doesn't date," she scoffed. "Not that I care." She did.

"I think he might be gay." Mike informed. He was trying to warp my image of the boy.

A booming laugh bounced off the walls. I looked up to see Emmett laughing loudly at his little brother's expense. Edward, huh? I had met many Edwards in my days. None were near as handsome as he was.

"The blonde dude that looks like he's in pain is Jasper. He's with the short black haired girl named Alice. She's really weird."

"Yeah." Lauren confirmed. "Like this one time, in class, she stared blankly into space in like her own little world and Mr. Varner called on her, right? But she didn't answer. And it took her like a minute for her to realize that she had been called on. I think she has like that disease where you can't concentrate. What's it called? ADHD. Yeah, she has to take Aderall and everything. I hear she's addicted to it. Total drug addict."

I glared. Feeling protective of this girl that looked so much like my younger sister. She couldn't be her though, it was not possible. I wouldn't set myself up for disappointment anyway.

"Do you even know the facts, Lauren?" I demanded angrily. "You don't even know them yet you judge her! Why? Because you asked Edward out and he denied you because he has common sense? Just because he doesn't like you doesn't mean you have the right to kick Alice down like that!" I picked my things up and glared at her once again. "You're a cruel bitch!" I seethed. "And Edward was right to turn you down."

I stormed out of the room feeling their eyes bore into my back.

Adrenaline. Something that affected me horribly. I wasn't myself when it pumped in my veins. I had either just caused everyone in the school to hate me, or drawled more attention to myself. It was most likely the latter. Which was much, much worse than the former.

Thanks for reading. (: I revamped the story a bit. I just took out the whole Bella knowing Carlizzle thing. It made no sense. So, hoped ya like it. (:

Thanks to my usual beta for doing the usual: beta-ing. ( Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell )