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Chapter Three

I hurried home and began dinner before Charlie got home. That's when I realized that he couldn't cook. I let out a small sigh and started frying the fish. I stood there, watching it sizzle, till he got home. He walked in and I smiled at him as I put the dinner on the table. That's when I demanded to take over meals and he agreed, hesitantly at first, but when he ate fish I had fried, he let me have full responsibility. We sat silently through dinner and when he finished, I did the dishes. I scrubbed the dishes clean and dried them. I put them away and hurried upstairs to start my homework.

I started on my Calculus and before I knew it, I was finished with my homework by 8. I thought for a moment, and then I logged onto my computer, checking my email and text my mother to assure her I was fine. Even so, it still didn't kill the time. I turned my computer off, put my cellphone away and got out my guitar. I picked up the level one book off my floor and opened it on my bed. I put my tuner next to it so I could make sure I was hitting the right notes.

I began to play the small theory song, plucking the notes over and over again to perfection. I finished and looked at the clock. It was 10:30, so I changed into my pajamas and climbed into my bed, drifting slowly off to sleep.

My alarm clock buzzed me out of bed at 7 that morning. I had slept well for once, and I hoped it showed. When I got into the shower, I was mostly awake. I washed my hair with my favorite shampoo and then got out. I blew my hair dry and pulled it into a ponytail. I hurried across the hall and ran into my small closet. I decided to wear my light wash jeans and my dark blue tee. I grabbed my backpack, hearing aids, jacket, and cellphone before heading down the stairs for breakfast.

Charlie heard me and gave me a hug before leaving to the station. I wolfed down a bowl of cereal and about inhaled my milk before I threw on my vans and grabbed my keys before I left for school. I made it on time again, but took my time going to class. I looked around to see if I could find any of the friends I had made yesterday. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long.

Alice came up to me and said, "Hello, Bella! How are you this fabulous morning?"

"Good, thank you. How are you, my dear friend Alice?" I asked, playing along.

"I am great. I just wish I didn't have to be locked in this prison they call school for 8 hours a day, but, sadly, I must."

"Don't worry! I will be in your last class, making your day somewhat interesting," I said, faking an English accent.

She let out a laugh, and said, "You better be! Art is so boring without you."

I smiled and my watch vibrated, letting me know that school was about to start. "Okay, I'll see you later, then!" I waved as I began heading to my class. I hurried with the flow of my fellow students, trying to make it to English on time. I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I went up to the teacher and handed him all my English work. He looked through it, checking that Charlie filled out all my papers and then his brow came together in confusion. "You're done with your essay, Miss Swan?" he asked.

"Yes. It was on the plot of Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff and Kathy fall in love-"

"Yes, I know, but you finished?"

"Yes, sir."

"It's not due for another 3 days."

"I know, sir."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, Miss Swan. I'll look it over and give it back if I notice any problems. If I find any, you have till Friday."

I nodded and went back to my seat. When I sat down, I noticed that a few of the students were staring at me. I blushed quickly, opening my notebook and getting ready for class. I felt a hand on my arm, and I turned. The girl that sat behind me asked, "You're done with your essay?"

"Yea."

"Wow," she replied, shocked.

I smiled and nodded, turning back to the front just as the bell rang. It was going to be another long day.

Lunchtime. That word has never delighted me as much as it did today. Time to get out the classroom and away from the stares of my classmates as I turned in all my assignments. Yes, I'm nerdy, but education is important! School, however, is a different matter.

I stood in line, waiting to grab my lunch just as I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and saw Alice standing there. "Hey!" I said, a smiled almost splitting my face in half. How good it was to see my new best friend, especially after a long 5 classes.

"Hey, Bella! Are you going to sit with us again?"

"Of course!"

"What about Jessica?"

I realized that the talkative girl said nothing to me today, even when I sat in front of her in history. "She's not talking to me today."

"Oh, that would explain the rumors."

"What rumors?" Horror filled me as I waited for her answer.

"Lauren is telling everyone that you purposely ruined her shirt yesterday. Most people don't believe her, because they all saw it happen, but Jessica is her right hand minion. She is backing Lauren up."

I let out a sigh of relief, making it look like a sigh of irritation, and said, "That could explain it." I paid for my lunch and waited for Alice and her boyfriend. He was looking at me funny again, like if I was an alien from a different planet. I smiled politely at him, not sure what to do with his stare. I looked away and noticed that only Emmett and Rosalie where at the table. I turned to Alice and said, "Is Edward here today?"

"No, he's vacationing to visit some friends in Alaska."

I nodded and we hurried over to the table, Alice talking animatedly to me.

We sat down, side by side, and she began to go on about how she wanted to hang out with me Saturday. I smiled at her, glad that I could depend on her. I was thinking for a moment when I decided she was truly my best friend. I began talking to her when she suddenly stopped, staring into space.

"Alice?" I asked, waving my hand in front of her face. "Alice?!"

Her boyfriend, Jasper, grabbed her arm and shook her slightly. I began to panic slightly and said, "We need to get help."

"No, I'm fine," she said faintly. She blinked a few times and smiled. She turned back to me and said, "Sorry. Daydreaming. What was I saying?"

"Something about shopping on Saturday," I replied, slightly confused. She smiled and began to talk again. Before we knew it, the late bell was ringing and I was running to Biology. I pulled the door open and hurried to my seat, receiving a irritated glare from my teacher and few curious glances my way. I pulled out my notebook and began taking notes.

When the bell rang, I attempted to hurry out of my class, but was stopped by Mike.

"Hey, Bella!"

"Hey."

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to First Beach with me and a couple of my friends this weekend." (AN: He has bad grammer!)

I stood there a little shocked when I remembered I was hanging out with Alice Saturday. "What day?"

"Sunday."

"Okay, I think so."

He smiled and said, "Okay, we're going to meet at my dad's store. It's on main street and my last name is in big letters on the front, so you can't miss it."

I nodded and smiled, saying, "Okay, I'll be there." I turned and hurried to the Art building. When I got there, I opened the door and sat down in my seat. Alice was already there and smiled at me. I smiled back and asked, "What do we do when we're done?"

"We give our drawing to our teacher and she looks it over, pointing out mistakes in the most brutal way then makes us fix them."

"Okay," I said, making a fake scared face. "I'm going in."

She laughed and asked, "You're done?"

"Yea."

"Can I see?"

I nodded and opened my sketchbook. I flipped to the page I had been drawing on the previous day and showed her.

"Wow…that's an amazing drawing of a vampire!"

"Thanks. I had trouble with the face and fangs, though."

"It looks perfect to me!"

I laughed and said, "Thanks. Are you almost done with your angel?"

"Yea, I just need to finish the hair."

"I could wait if you wanted me too."

"Okay, and could you help me?"

"Of course, Alice!" She didn't even need to ask.

She whipped out her sketchbook and flipped through it.

The bell rang too soon. Alice and I were having too much fun with our new assignment: flip books. She was doing one of a couple dancing while I was doing one of the phases of the moon. She would tease me and say I missed a crater. I decided to tease her and say her guy was too tall. We got so caught up in our game that we had abandoned our art and were teasing each other mercilessly about random things. But when the bell had rang, we both stood up reluctantly and said goodbye.

I remembered that I wanted to join the music club, so I began my search for the music room. I found it and went inside, not sure what to expect. The teacher looked up and smiled, saying, "Hello, welcome. You must be Isabella Swan, yes?" I nodded. "Good, now, what do you play?"

"Some guitar and I know the basics of piano."

"Mhmm….well, then play," she said, waving her hand to the piano at the front and the guitar next to it. "Your choice."

"Okay, but I must warn you, I 'm not very good." I went over and picked up the guitar, putting the strap around my back and began to play a very easy version of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." The teacher had closed her eyes and when I finished, she clapped.

"Fabulous! You are in."

"Thank you," I said, not really sure what to do. I put the guitar down just was a bunch of students walked in. "Where do I sit?" I asked.

"Where ever you want," she said, smiling some more. I nodded and sat down in the nearest seat. I watched the door, hoping someone I knew would walk in. Angela and Eric walked in, talking about something. I smiled and waved at Angela, who saw me and came over, sitting behind me.

"Hey!" I said.

"Hey, Bella."

"What do you play?" I asked.

"The Harp," she said. (A/N: seemed perfect for her.)

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Thank you. What do you play?"

"A little guitar and basics of piano."

She nodded and said, "Well, you probably won't be able to get to the piano at all, but it's cool that there's another piano player."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because," Eric said, cutting into our conversation, "Cullen is the one who plays the piano and the teacher's pet in here."

"Which one?" I asked, trying to imagine Emmett playing the piano.

"Edward," Angela replied.

"Really? Is he good?"

"Yes, it's almost like he had been playing for almost a century. He claims that he got lessons at age 8, though."

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