The first thought that popped into my mind as my alarm clock went off: Oh no. My first day of school. My worst fear when coming to this town. I knew that it wasn't going to be pretty. How could it be? The whole day I was going to be stared at. Maybe even laughed. I sat up. Now I was taking it too far. I was such a hopeless wreck. Now I couldn't go to school. How could I go if I was a total nut case? I knew my mum would never fall for it though.

I hit my alarm off and stretched. I slowly removed my cozy covers and got up from my bed. I headed toward the window. I opened it and a nice September breeze came in and filled the room with a lovely scent. London had already started school a week prior. It was to be my Senior year and my first year of school in the States. I hoped Forks was worth my time and effort.

I closed the window and went into my luxurious bathroom. There I took a shower and straightened my wavy and frizzy hair that came past my shoulders. I fixed my make-up. I was so nervous about today that my hand was very unsteady and I stabbed myself in the eye when I was applying my eye-liner. I recovered and went to but on some silver eye shadow then my jet-black mascara. Next I went to my wardrobe that was connected in the bathroom and to my bedroom.

I had a couple weeks to get situated before school started and so I used my time wisely. I empty all my boxes from the move, which included my clothes, bathroom utilities, paintings, art supplies and many miscellaneous things. I also purchased a purple couch that went up against the wall and a chair to match my room. In front of my couch was a nice black coffee table and some fake Heather and lavender. I also hung up some of my favorite pieces of art and photography. One of the photos was of Big Ben and the other was a painting of Wendy, peter, Michael and John flying together. It wasn't a Disney cartoon though, but what people in London had thought the characters looked to be in their mind. My parents had bought that painting long before I was born at one of the old shops in London. I treasured it.

In the corner of my vast room near my window I put my desk and laptop. I needed technology, especially to keep in contact with my old friends from London. On the opposite side of the room past my bed and near my door was a tall bookshelf full of romance novels, history books and poetry. Next to it my Ibanez acoustic guitar. On the other side was a fancy silver keyboard. I could tell my room was finally complete.

I sighed and took my mind back to the present issue. What to wear? I had to look perfect, at least on the first day. Impressing people was in order and I couldn't just look half-decent. What would they think of me?

I skimmed through my closet, hoping to find the right outfit. I passed a black v-neck shirt that showed a lot of my breast without another shirt under it. I yanked it off its hanger and went searching for my white tank. I found what I was looking for in my drawers. Next I found my camouflage skirt. I hastily put on the clothes then turned to the mirror. I looked good enough. My friend Annie back in London loved this outfit, and she wanted to go into fashion. It had to be somewhat decent for American teens.

Next I went through my jewelry. I put on my spoon ring and my jelly bracelets. I added for a finale touch my charm bracelet that a mystery person had bought and left for me in my locker. I could only assume that it was a present for my sixteenth birthday since that was the day I found it. The bracelet had only one charm, and it was a glossy stone. I didn't even have any clue on what type it was but I surely never seen one so pretty. It was a black stone, yet it had a sapphire shine to it. I sighed and went on dressing. I slipped on my flip-flops and sprayed myself with a moonlight way mist perfume.

I went back to the bathroom and made sure my hair was precise. Unfortunately it wasn't. It started curling in different directions. I cursed. Why had this be the day when my hair wasn't cooperating with me? So instead of trying to straighten it again, I curled the last four inches of my beautiful red hair. Next I went on straightening my angled bangs. In the end I thought it turned out pretty and so did my make-up. I just wished that I had my friend Deirdre with me, for she was excellent at hairdressing and could fix me up in a cinch. I grabbed my knitted black throw sweater and was out of my room.

I was finally done. I was finally relieved from my worries, for now. I ambled down the stairs to the kitchen to say goodbye to my parents and siblings. They all seemed to be waiting for me in the kitchen at the island. They all sat on stools with big smiles placed upon their face.

"Well you look wonderful dear." My mother complimented.

"Thanks." I retorted.

"Just spiffy little sis." Alice chimed as she went over to me and gave me a big hug. Her touch was cold, but the thought of it was warm and comforting. I thanked her and hugged my parents.

"You will be fine, Wendy." My dad assured me. I knew it was true and that my dad never said a lie, yet I had trouble believing him now. I knew something was bond to go wrong today. It was my life anyway. I always cause some sort of problem in one way or another. I was just a walking target for trouble.

I nodded and waved all of them goodbye and headed to the foyer. I went out the door and walked on the gravel to my car. Another thing that people were going to be staring at. Great.

I started the engine and pulled out of the long driveway, hoping that this day would be over in a flash. Yet it didn't happen.

Like I predicted many people stared at my gorgeous car as I pulled into the school parking lot. They were probably thinking that president's kids were all of sudden going here. It was either that or my music. That probably scared a lot of my peers. It was classic rock, nothing wrong with that. Wrong. Once I turned my car off I heard their music. Hip-hop. Oh no. I was in the wrong once again.

I casually got out of my car and walked to the first building I had saw coming in. Building one. I remembered when I signed up my locker was in building two. I tried not to draw to much attention, but it was too late. People had already had seen my car, and they knew that the new student had arrived.

The only reason why I knew they were talking about my arrival was from a visit to town. I had walked into the store to pick up some bathroom necessities and I over heard two girls talking about school. So I eavesdropped, it wasn't as bad as it seemed. What they said was though.

"So did you see that girl at the school today for sign ups?" One asked. She in a way, not to be judgmental, had a stuck-up voice.

"Yes!" The other exclaimed. "I heard she came from Europe!" She heard right. "From England I believe, you could hear it in her accent."

"So, what does that make her? She probably Euro trash." The snotty one mumbled.

"She is pretty though." The other one admitted.

"So? That makes my prediction fact. The pretty ones always are the tramps." She snickered.

If I ever found that snotty voice, I was definitely giving her my piece of mind. Either that or my fist.

I opened the door and went inside. I was so lost. I couldn't even understand the map. There were too many people staring at me. No pair of eyes left me alone. Well I did stick out like a sore thumb. My red hair was the most obvious reason. Next reason was my clothes. Oh Annie's compliments on my outfit was doing me no good as well. Most of the students here wore Aeropastle, Hollister, Ambercrombie and Fitch or American Eagle. Such preppy clothes compared to mine. I knew I was a site to see for them. I probably seemed too dark for their taste. Yes my nails were black, but I wasn't gothic. Honestly I didn't label myself. I was just Wendy Cullen, and sadly enough I wasn't exactly in the right fashion zone.

I really didn't like the attention all that well. It wasn't like I had pink hair or many piercing. I only had two in my ear, well three if you counted the cartilage and one tiny hole in my nose. I wasn't that outrageous looking, or was I? Maybe in this society I was, but back in London I was my own person. And the great thing about that was I was accepted. Why couldn't I be normal here?

Right then I ran face first into someone's chest. My folder and notebook scattered to the floor while my cheeks turned a rosy-red color.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized for my stupidity. I bent down and started picking up my things. He bent down as well and started to help me. He?

I glanced up and found the most amazing pair of brown eyes I ever seen. They were like caramel swirled with chocolate. He smiled. What perfect teeth he had. I just melted away.

"Its fine. My name is Greg by the way." He said handing my things. He swiped his wavy dirty blond hair out of his eyes and stood up. He was tan, really tall, and utterly gorgeous.

"I'm…I'm Wendy." I blushed an even darker shade of red.

He gave me a look as if he knew that name. "Wendy Cullen right?" he asked.

"Yeah…I guess everybody knows who I am." I mumbled.

"Beauty of a small town…everybody knows everything." He grinned. Again with that amazing smile.

"Right." I giggled.

"Don't mind me asking…but where did you move from?" He asked politely.

Oh no. My accent. Shoot. "Uh…well I grew up in London, but I was born in the States." I smiled. Great now everybody was going to be making fun of my accent. Just what I needed on the first day of school.

"Wow. That is amazing. I could tell. Say Wendy, need a tour guide?" He asked implying with his lovely eyes.

I couldn't resist. "I think its more of a savior than a tour guide. I can't tell where the heck I am." I chuckled.

"Well first off where is your first class?" He asked.

I had memorized my schedule before hand. I surprised him when I answered with Biology II.

"Really?" He asked. "Well I have to give yourself some credit for being in the right building. That's my next class so you can follow me." He said gleefully. This made me fee at least ten times better. I had just met a cute guy that wanted to show we around. Hopefully this day will end up good.

"So Wendy, how do you like Forks so far?" He asked. His walking style was very brisk, and I struggled to keep up with my tiny legs.

I thought a minute at his question. Only one word could come to my mind. I sighed. "To be honest…it's been lonely." I replied.

"How come?" he asked.

"Well… my Dad works all the time at the hospital and now my mum has a job in Port Angles. Then there are my siblings." I could have slapped myself. I was giving way to much information for this poor boy to handle.

"How many siblings do you have?" He asked casually.

"Well I have three brothers and technically three sisters. We were all adopted." I said shyly. Too much too much…I echoed in my brain.

"Wow!" His eyes widened. "That is a big family. And that was really generous of your parents to do something like that."

I nodded. "Oh yes. And I am so thankful for them. I would probably be in New York City in some orphanage if they wouldn't have taken me in." I said right before we entered into the biology room.

Suddenly I felt insecure. The room was full of robots, identical robots.

"Hey, Peter." Greg greeted a guy. A very tall guy. He actually was taller than Greg by three inches or so. He seemed different from the rest of the class though. He dressed darker that was for sure, but it was only a grayish-black shirt. His jet-black hair made him look to be different, yet really he wore the holed bleached pants and sports shoes. But there was something different about him. His eyes. They were almost a metallic gray or silver. They were memorizing and invited me in warmly. He was definitely a lot better looking then Greg. Yet that still meant I had an even lower chance with him. Yet I could dream, couldn't I?

"Hey Greg. Who is this?" he asked referring to me. I blushed automatically as he smiled warmly. Another gorgeous guy I could not have.

"Oh, Peter. This is Wendy Cullen." Greg introduced. "And Wendy, this is Peter."

"Hey." He greeted me. He flashed his brilliant smile.

"Hi." I replied timidly. "Nice to meet you, Peter."

"Where are you from?" He asked curious. I knew my accent had confused him.

"London." I answered.

He smiled. "I thought so…hey does your dad or anybody in your family work at the hospital?" He asked. For some reason whenever he talked, his face glowed.

"Yeah, actually my dad. We moved because of the job opportunity. Plus my mum was getting sick of the city." I explained.

"Understandable…Forks is really different from any city." He chuckled.

"Yeah I have noticed." I giggled.

"Well my mom works as a nurse at the hospital and she said that he graduated from University of Cambridge. Is that true?"

I smiled. "Actually he graduated from University of Cambridge and Royal College." I corrected. "Then he came to America with my mum and siblings to start his career."

"Wow that blows me away. I want to try to get into a medical school and become a surgeon, but I don't know if I could do what your father did."

Wendy kept telling herself that he was impressed with her father, not her in general.

"It took him a while to graduate though…so you have to consider that as well. Maybe one of these days you can talk to my dad. I am sure he would love to help you out in anyway." I replied.

I noticed that two other girls had joined their conversation.

"My mom said that your family is big as well. I don't know how your dad did it Wendy, especially with your brother and sisters to take care of."

I nodded. "I know. I am still muddled about it." And I truly was.

"How many siblings do you have?" Peter asked warily.

I hesitated. "Technically I have six…three brothers and three sisters. One of my sisters is my brother's wife, but I still call her my sister. We are all adopted though…and the only ones that are related are the twins." I said feeling to much attention.

"That is a lot, but big families mean more love right?" Peter asked.

I nodded smiling. "Its true." I am glad someone approved of my family.

"Why did your dad adopt so many?" A tall blonde asked smugly. Her voice. It couldn't be. Yet it was so obvious. She was the one that had called me an Euro Tramp. My anger rose.

"Because he is generous Tiffany." Peter replied for me. He seemed automatically aggravated.

Thank goodness the bell rang. Peter smiled to me as everybody seated and I started to walk to the teacher's desk.

"Welcome Ms. Cullen." The teacher greeted. I read her nameplate. Mrs. Wright was her name. "I hope you enjoy Forks. You can take your seat right next to Danielle Baker." She pointed to a brown hair girl.

I nodded and walked down the aisle to my new seat. I sat down at the lab table.

"Hi." I said to Danielle.

She smiled, showing her pink braces. She was very pretty. She wore glasses, a brown and pink Aero shirt, jeans and brown skater shoes. I noticed they were converse and the same pair I had back at the house.

"I like your shoes." I whispered.

She smiled again. "Thanks. I like your stone. Its pretty." She commented.

I smiled and thanked her.

We started the class by distributing out books and then we went right into a lecture and note taking. Half way through writing I realized I took this same course last year. Only it was the last semester of last year, not a whole year course. I wondered if it was worth switching out of.

By the end of the hour my hand was sore, but I did make a new friend. Dani was a kind girl and very friendly. She was also extremely intelligent or so it seemed. She had answered all the teacher's questions during the notes correctly. She must have been some form of a genius.

"So what do you have next?" Greg asked as he came over and stood by my seat.

"Art…is the art teacher nice?" I asked curiously.

"Umm…to tell you the truth…I have never had art class before." He scratched the back of his head. "Actually to be completely honest, a stick is all I can draw. And even that I suck at." He chuckled embarrassed.

I giggled. 'Well everybody has his or her own talent. Let me guess a basketball star?" I smirked.

"How did you know?" He wondered.

"You are tall." I laughed.

"Well you're short." He teased.

"I know, I know." I giggled.

"It's not a bad thing though." He told me.

"Yeah you're right." I smiled. "I can still go under doors." I teased. He scolded then laughed. "My brothers are all over six foot, so I am use to it." I giggled.

Peter, Tiffany and her follower soon joined our conversation. We talked more about my family, and my accent. We even talked about London's trends.

"Well everybody has their own style. They aren't really identical to one another with the same brands, but unique with how they mix and match." I explained.

"So what you're wearing is their style?" Tiffany asked appalled.

"No really. Like I said everybody has their own style." I explained again.

"So Wendy would you like to sit with us for lunch?" Peter asked.

"Sure." I replied with a huge smile. I saw Tiffany roll her eyes.

"So how does your parents pay for all you guys…are they rich or something?" Tiffany asked smugly. I knew this time she was trying to get on my nerves. She had to watch out though. They didn't lie when they said redheads are hotheads.

"We are wealthy." I corrected. "But that is only because of my father and all his hard work over the years." I said grateful.

"So what are your brothers and sisters names?" Greg asked.

"There is Emmett he is twenty-one, then there is the twins Rosalie and Jasper who are twenty. Then Alice, Edward, and Bella, his wife are all nineteen." I replied.

"Their names are pretty strange." Her and her obnoxious follower both laughed as the bell rang.

I sighed and picked up my things.

"Don't listen to her." Danielle told me.

I smiled. "I am trying not too. That and punch her in the face." We both laughed as we exited the room.

"I can show you to your next class because I have BST across the hall from the art room." She offered.

'Ok. Thank you so much."

"No problem." She replied.

As we walked a thought popped into my mind. "Hey do you want to sit with me at lunch?" I asked politely.

"Ummm…I don't know if you haven't noticed, but unless I want my head chopped off by Tiffany and be put onto a silver platter, I just better stay clear of the basketball team for my own good." She said with fear of her eyes. She chuckled slightly. Was Tiffany that cruel?

"Nonsense. Tiffany needs a change anyway. She is getting too much of what she wants." I laughed.

"Yeah you can say that again." Danielle agreed as we parted for our own classes.

I sat down at the first huge table I saw. I waited for the bell.

"Hello, you must be Wendy." A young woman smiled. She must have been the teacher. She had long black hair and pretty green eyes. She looked to be in her thirties.

"Yes." I smiled back.

"Well welcome to Forks, Hun. I am Ms. Weber."

"Nice to met you."

"Like wise." She nodded.

I looked around the class. I seemed to be the only one in the class. "Am I the only one here?" I asked.

She sadly nodded. "Unfortunately not enough kids signed up. So now this is my planning period."

"Does that mean I have to switch out?" I asked disappointedly.

"Oh nonsense!" She laughed. "I heard the school you went to you were the top in the class. We will just have this class as independent study. Sound good?" She smiled.

"Yes." I nodded. "I like it."

"Well whatever you want to do, Hun." She smiled before sitting at her desk.

I sighed. "Ms. Weber?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Why of course."

"How different is Forks from a big city?"

"Very different. Especially London. Here we have no creativity. Everyone is like a school of fish. All identical and followers of a crowd."

"Will it ever change?"

"Well not really…especially ever since I went here."

"How can I change that?"

She smiled as if she had something up her sleeve. "Come, Wendy. Follow me." She smirked.

I was afraid of the cafeteria as much as Danielle was. Only because I was the center of attention today. I just bought water from the water machines and headed for where I saw Peter.

"Are you sure this is ok?" Danielle asked becoming nervous. She had nothing to worry about; the basketball team would love her. Unfortunately Tiffany might not.

"Hey Wendy." Peter said. "Hey Danielle." He greeted Dani as well.

"Hey." Dani said quietly.

"So how was art?" Peter asked me.

"Great." I replied. "Dani had BST right across the hall so I got there all right. Plus the teacher seems really down to earth and creative. I think I will like her."

"Good." He seemed glad.

Greg came over to sit by us.

"Hey Wendy, Danielle." He said as he took a bite of his burger.

"Hey." We both said in unison.

"So I haven't really talked to you in while Danielle. How have you've been?" Greg asked. Greg and Danielle did small talking while Peter and I chatted as well.

"So you never really explained yourself to me…your family but not yourself." He smiled.

"What do you really want to know?" I asked.

"Well lets start with your age." He smirked.

"I'll be seventeen on the thirty-first of October." I answered. "Next."

"Favorite color?"

"Purple or gray." I retorted.

"Grey?" He asked curiously.

"I know it's a plain and kind of odd color…but I like the contrast of black and white together and when you put those colors together it equals gray…and gray is a color that is always there for something. Like shadows are consist of a gray color and so are cloudy days…and so is jewelry and your eyes." I blushed.

"Good explanation. I will remember it now when I always think my eye color is a boring color." He smirked.

I smiled for a mere second before I heard the yelling of Tiffany Newton.

"You in my seat!" She yelled at Dani.

Dani began to stand up. "I can move." She said

I touched her arm and motioned her to sit back down.

"She doesn't have to." I protected Dani. Peter touched my hand. I froze. His touch was warm and made me melt away. I was so use to the coldness of my family's touch, that he surprised me.

"No she can't." Tiffany said through her teeth.

"It's not your lunch table Tiff." Peter helped me out.

"Peter come on she is a kid." Tiffany whined.

Wait a minute, how was I kid. "Excuse me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You haven't heard of that before, or all people from London short and as anorexia as you are." She spat.

My face turned red and I clenched my fist. "I eat more than you do. It's just that I exercise properly. And about my height, I find it content. Thank you." I picked up my water bottle and stomped of to the other side of the cafeteria.

"Wendy wait." Peter called.

"Peter!" Tiffany called after him annoyed.

"Don't talk to me the rest of the year, got it!" he fired back.

"Wendy." Peter said softly coming to my side. I quickly wiped the tears away, but they still flowed out. "Are you crying?" He asked.

I didn't look at him, but just nodded. "I miss home." I whispered.

"I'm sorry. Tiffany is just jealous of you. She a has every right to be, but she didn't need to treat you bad because of it." Peter grew annoyed.

"I guess I will never be accepted in this forsaking town." I cursed.

"I accept you, and so does Greg and Dani. Just ignore Tiffany, ok?" He patted my back. I nodded wiping the rest of my tears. "Now where did we leave off? You like purple and gray, but what about your favorite things to do?" he asked.

I cracked a smile. "To draw or write…music and poetry." I said softly. "What about you?" I asked.

He smiled. "Basketball and football…"

I giggled. "I bet you are like a giant on the field."

"Tallest out of the school." He said proudly.

"I do look like a kid compared to you." I laughed.

"Yeah, but you are more mature than that tall kid over there." He pointed to Tiffany.

"Anybody can be more mature than her." I laughed.

He laughed agreeing.

"What else?" I asked between laughs.

"Ummm…working on cars mainly." He retorted.

"Really. I like cars. I am not into knowing about their parts, but I know some." I nodded. "Actually I have a 08 eight cylinder mustang out in the parking lot."

His eyes grew huge. "No way. Can I check it out?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah it pretty much was a bribing present from my parents." I laughed. "Anything to get me to America." I sighed.

The bell rang through out the school.

"Well time to go. Where is your next class?" He asked.

"History." I retorted.

"Shall we?" he extended his arm. I laughed and wrapped my arm around his. Maybe this day wasn't going to be so bad.