AN: Yet again, I dont own them, i just make them do what i want them to do.

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I awoke the next morning to the sound of my old alarm clock. What I would have given to hit the snooze button for ten minutes. Or even shoot it. Maybe Charlie would let me borrow his gun.

Suddenly, I remembered what I was supposed to do here. I went to my closet and pulled out the dagger, sheath and holster. I tied the holster around my leg and slid the dagger into the sheath. I had to keep the dagger with me. I was almost positive there were no vampires at Forks High School. There were probably just a lot of stupid, hormonal teenagers. Actually, that might be worse.

As I was going down the stairs, I managed to trip and end up falling flat on my ass. "Butt, meet the floor. Floor, meet my ass. You two will be spending some quality time together in the coming months so I suggest you get to know one another."

"Bells, who are you talking to?"

"Oh, no one. I'm just introducing the floor to my butt since they will get to know each other quite well."

"Still kinda klutzy," was all he replied. It wasn't a question.

"Yep." What else was there to say? It was true. The one thing Don could not get out of me was my ability to trip over a flat surface.

After my little incident I could hear Charlie frying some bacon. He offered me some and I turned him down saying that I liked to stick with a bowl of cereal in the mornings. He wished good luck on my first day of school and promptly left for the station. I had a few moments to be alone before I needed to head to school to pick up my schedule.

After I had locked the door to the house, I turned around to see my truck. It was an old Chevy. It had a rusted red color and still smelt like tobacco. As I drove to school, I wondered what the people here would be like. It had been so long since my last trip to Forks.

I almost missed the high school because it was nothing more that a few brick buildings. If I hadn't seen the sign, I would have totally missed the school. As I drove into the parking lot, I looked for the building that would be the main office. Unfortunately, it was raining. There would be a lot of 'unfortunately' here, it always rained. As I stepped into the front office, there was a rush of heat. I suddenly felt better (and warmer, but that's a given). The front desk was made of a cherry wood and there were folding chairs for seats.

I went up to the desk to find I tiny woman sitting behind the desk. The name plate said Mrs. Cope.

"Hi. I'm Bella Swan. I just transferred from Phoenix."

"You are the chief's niece. He's been so excited that you have come to join our happy little town." Happy isn't exactly how I put it. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. Gloom. I was not happy at all.

She handed me my schedule and a map of the school. She showed me the best route to get to and from my classes. Last, she handed me a slip of paper that needed to be signed by all of my teachers. Joy, I couldn't just slip in unnoticed.

I smiled politely and quickly returned to my car. I sat with the car off trying to memorize the map. Since training, I was able to remember more things at once. Chances were slim that I would forget where I was going. After ten minutes or so, more students began arriving at the school so I moved my car to where most of the student cars seemed to be.

As I stepped out of the car, I noticed that people seemed to congregate on the benches and even in the wet grass. This was definitely something different from Phoenix. In Phoenix, most of the students sat by their lockers or in the commons. I tried to avoid contact with people as much as possible, but (inevitably) some people knew that I was the new kid. Apparently, the whole town has been expecting me. "Isabella Swan, right?" Bella, I always corrected.

As I went to class, I could feel the stares of students in my back. I was so self-conscious. I kept telling myself not to fall, that would be humiliating. As I walked into my first class, I handed my slip to the teacher, was handed a book, and made my way to my new seat in the back of the classroom. English. This would be easy. This was one of my better subjects. I peered at the required reading list. Ha. Most of these I had read. Maybe my aunt could send me the papers I had written for each of the books. It's not copying, I had written the papers. It would save me a lot of time. Besides, it would give more time to find a place to continue my 'other studies'.

English passed in a breeze. As I left the classroom, there was a boy that walked up to me and introduced himself. His name was Eric, and from what I could tell, he was the computer nerd of the class. He offered to walk me to my next class. I knew exactly where I was going, but I said yes. It was the polite thing to do. No one here knew that I was not only smart, but I had been through immense amounts of physical, emotional and mental training to prepare myself for a battle that no normal person could fight. I had to out smart my enemy.

Throughout my next classes, I met more and more people and noticed that most of the people tended to be in the same classes. When I went to lunch, a girl named Jessica Stanley suggested that I sit with her. She seemed friendly enough. She didn't need much encouraging when it came to small chatter.

As I sat with her, I glanced across the lunchroom. That was the first moment I saw them. There were five of them. And they were all beautiful. They all sat silently at their table. They looked nothing alike, but they all had the same pale skin and bruises under their eyes.

I turned to Jessica, "Who are they?"

"Oh. Those are the Cullens and the Hales. The blond ones are Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They're twins. The big one is Emmett Cullen. The girl with spiky hair is Alice Cullen and the other boy is Edward Cullen. They are all together though. Alice and Jasper and Rosalie and Emmett."

I glanced back at the Edward. Words can not describe how beautiful this boy was. He had the face of an angel. His hair was a messy bronze color and his face was perfect. He had piercing black eyes. The kind that vampires have if they haven't fed in a while. There was something different about him. He was perfect. Could he be a vampire? He had a tray of untouched food in front of him. No, I was losing it. Forks was already making me crazy.

As I was looking at him, he looked up and met my glance. His face appeared curious, like there was something about me he couldn't figure out. I quickly looked down knowing that I had already started to blush.

I looked up again and noticed he was talking to his family. He turned and looked at me again. He had a puzzled look on his perfect face. I looked down again.

"Edward Cullen is looking at you," Jessica whispered.

"Stop. I don't want him to notice me." Why would someone like him ever look at someone like me?

As I sat at the lunch table, I heard a few people that they had Biology with Mr. Banner next. I spoke up and told them that I also had Biology. One of the boys, Mike, offered to walk to class with me. All of the boys were paying so much attention to me and I couldn't figure it out. I was nothing but normal. Well, with the exception to my little secret, I was nothing but normal.

As Mike guided me to Biology he explained that he was originally from California, so he knew how I felt about the sun. Ha! He had no idea. I was submersed in hell, and hell was supposed to be hot, but this hell was cold.

When I entered Biology, I was greeted by the familiar black-topped lab tables and the stools that we had in Phoenix. At least some things never change. I walked up to the front of the room and handed Mr. Banner my slip. He signed it, handed me a book, pointed me to my seat, and wished me luck in the class. My seat was next to none other than Edward Cullen. As I walked back to my seat, I stole a quick glance at his perfection. His eyes were boring into me like he hated every inch of my being. What had I done? Those piercing black holes made me uncomfortable.

As I sat, he slid as far away as possible from me. I was sure I smelled fine. Casually, I flipped my hair over my right shoulder to hide his glare, but it seemed to go straight through the shield. His hands gripped the end of the table and it looked like he was going to leave permanent marks in the table. He stayed rigid the whole hour. When the bell finally rang, he stood up fluidly and rushed out of the room. How could someone seem to hate me so much without saying a word to me?

I got up and walked sullenly to gym. I had my slip signed at received a hideous gym uniform. I wasn't going to need to dress out today. I sat back and watched people play volleyball. I was from the valley of the sun. I should be amazing at sports, but I could barley walk across a flat surface without tripping.

After class, I went back to the front office to turn in my slip. When I stepped into the office, there he was talking in a quick, smooth voice to the receptionist about switching out of Biology. Was it because of me? It couldn't have been. He didn't even say a word to me, but if looks could kill, I would be dead many times over from the glares he was giving me in class. Suddenly, I felt the dagger on my leg for the first time today. It felt hot against my skin, like it was trying to tell me something.

As another student came into the office to drop a slip of paper into a basket, he suddenly realized that I was in the room. He turned around and gave me another death glare. His eyes shot right through me.

"I can see that that is not possible. Thank you for your help." And with that, he walked out the door leaving me stunned.

Mrs. Cope saw me. "How was your first day, honey?" She was trying to be sweet while I handed her the slip that was signed by the teachers.

"It went fine." I lied. I swiftly turned out of the office and headed to my car. I couldn't handle it. I was truly in hell, except hell had frozen over. I got into the cab of my truck and started the roaring engine. I fought back tears all the way home.

I went home and threw my books into a pile into the corner of my room. I pulled out a little album that I had brought with me to Forks. I flipped through it. It contained pictures from my parents wedding, the hospital when I was born, and me growing up. I missed my parents more than ever. I felt so weak that I just cried. I couldn't do it. A year to bring up my confidence and one day brings it crashing back down.

I wasn't as strong as I thought I was.

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