Bella's POV

"I am never going to get used to this rain." I thought miserably to myself as I stared out the window. Ugh! I needed to get my butt up and get dressed for my first day at Fork's High School. Maybe if I stare at the rain and close my eyes an wiggle my nose just a little I can wish the rain away…I opened my eyes to look back out the window..Nope. No such luck. It was still raining. No use stalling anymore. I needed to get ready.

Standing up, I went to grab my things for my shower and somehow managed to get my foot caught on my comforter and fell face first towards the floor. I managed to stick my hand out to stop my fall before my face smacked the floor. "Oww!" Crap that hurt. My wrist twisted as I went down.

"Bella?! You ok up there?" Charlie hollered from downstairs.

Sighing as I straightened up I yelled back to him. "Yeah, I'm fine. My feet got in my way again."

He laughed lightly but didn't respond. I grabbed my stuff and went to get ready.

About fifteen minutes later I was coming down the stairs so I could leave.

"Hey, are you hungry?" Charlie was in our small kitchen and it looked like he had made another attempt to cook for me.

"Uh, wow. Hmm. Thanks?" I wasn't really sure how to respond. His attempt today was eggs and toast. Not things that you could really screw up easily, but Charlie managed it somehow. The toast was burnt and the eggs looked pretty runny.

"I, uh, I don't think I'm very hungry. I think I'm running late anyway. I'll just grab a Pop tart or something." I hated saying that to him. He was really trying. Why did it have to be so hard? Why couldn't it just come naturally? Why? Because Charlie and I were too much alike, that's why. Neither of us knew what to say and if we did figure out what to say, we wouldn't say it anyway. We would be too embarrassed.

"Ok, that's fine. I think I burnt the toast anyway." He was saying as I put on my jacket.

"Well, umm. Have a good day?"He said it like he wasn't sure if I really wanted to have a good day or not.

"I will. Oh, and Dad, I was thinking I'd go to the store after school and get some things to make dinner."

"Bells, don't feel like you have to cook. I don't expect you to." He said to me hesitantly.

"Oh no, I don't think you expect me to. I just want to. For you. I thought, since you work all day, maybe it would be nice if I made something for you for dinner. That's all." I was trying to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. It really wasn't. I needed to eat and he obviously couldn't cook, so I think I had better start.

"All right, I don't have any cash on me, so you can use my debit card. I think Ray at the IGA will be fine with you signing for me." He handed me the card.

"Thanks, I'll stop there after school then. Bye." I took the card and stuffed it into my jacket pocket and walked out the door.

I walked out to my truck. It was a '69 Chevy. Charlie had gotten it for me shortly after I got here. He wanted me to have something that was sturdy, in case I was in an accident. It wasn't the prettiest thing, but it ran and that's all that mattered to me.

The drive to school was pretty short.

"Man, this is gonna be fun." I thought sarcastically as I pulled into the student parking lot. Several kids were standing by their cars talking and joking. I guess they were waiting until the last minute to go in.

I got the feeling that they were talking about me as I parked the truck and got out. I'm sure I'm being paranoid though.

Sighing I walked into the main building to get my schedule. Charlie had all ready registered me about two weeks ago. He didn't push me to start as soon as I had gotten here. Which I was so grateful for. He let me have a little time to adjust before he made me come here.

The office was small and the lady behind the counter looked like she had probably been here since the day the school was built. "May I help you dear?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I'm new he.."

"Ohh, you're Isabella Swan!" She clapped her hands together and smiled up at me.

"Bella, I prefer Bella." I told her politely. Man, they must not get many new people in this town.

"I'm Mrs. Cope; if you need any help, please just let me know. Most of the kids here think of my as their own Grandmother and I think of them as my own grandkids! I just know you'll enjoy it here."

I took the papers she was handing me and smiled at her. "Uh, thanks." What do ya say to that??

As I walked out of the office I looked at my schedule to see what my first class was. English. Well, that should be easy enough.

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