Hello again my pretties. Come back for more, have you?

Ok, ok, enough fooling around. I'm going to try an post at least once a week, but I am lazy, so it might not be an exact science.

Ok, ok I won't keep you from reading my masterpiece any longer, so here you go:

The entire lesson was torture. She only glanced at me once, when I first sat down, although at various points throughout the lesson I could have sworn someone (hopefully Bella) was watching me. Every time I would sneak a peek at Bella, and every time she was either writing her notes in very neat handwriting, or listening to the teacher with a blank expression on her face. I couldn't help wanting to be able to wipe the blankness off her face. Her handwriting was so neat, I couldn't help noticing. It was almost as if she had taken calligraphy lessons as a small child – it looked completely natural. I had to admit, my handwriting, compared to hers looked like a tramp had written it. People always cooed over how lovely my handwriting was, but mine paled in comparison to hers.

I only got a few notes down that lesson. At the end, I looked down and grimaced at the three short sentences on the otherwise blank piece of paper. Throughout the lesson I had been distracted by her hair, her face, her skin, even the smell which was like strawberries in the summer. By the time the bell went, Bella was already packed and out of the door before I had even pulled my thoughts together enough to even think about putting my things away.

I slowly packed my things, and trudged to my next lesson, English. The lesson whizzed by, mainly because I wasn't really concentrating. I was sure that the lesson was focused something to do with persuasive writing, something which I found difficult anyway.

At the end of the day, I went into the office to return the slip which all of the teachers had signed back to Ms Cope. Because there was someone in front of me, I leaned back against the wall, then looked up, realising who the soft voice must belong to. Bella was arguing gently with Ms Cope, evidently trying to persuade her to give her something other than fourth period Biology. I had a feeling that this may have something to do with me. "I'm very sorry Isabella, but there are no other available spaces in any other class," Ms Cope said firmly, effectively ending the conversation. Bella nodded, and said quietly "Of course, Ms Cope. Thank you very much for your help."

Bella then turned to go out the door which I was standing next to, and she glared at me with an unfair fury which left me feeling drained. Slowly I walked up to the desk and handed her my slip with a rather unconvincing smile. "How was your first day, dear?" Ms Cope asked with genuine niceness. "Umm. . .fine, thanks." I answered. "Good," she said, but I could tell that she didn't really believe me.

All the way home I was thinking about the encounter with Bella in the office. Hearing her voice only made me fall for her more. I couldn't understand why she hated me so much though. The look in her eyes when she walked out scared me slightly. When they had been sitting in the cafeteria, they had looked inhumanly beautiful, but seeing her angry made her look plain inhuman, more evil than angel.

When I got home, Charlie was perched on the edge of the couch, staring at the baseball game that was on ESPN on the tv so intently that he may well have thought that if he went close enough, he would disappear into the game. I dumped my bag on the table and snuck up behind him. "Hey dad" I said loudly behind him, causing him to jump back into the seat. He turned around to face me with a sheepish smile on his face. "Hey, son. How was your first day at Forks high?" I made a face at him. "It was. . .alright." Charlie's face became concerned. "Only alright? Did you make any friends?"

"Yes dad, I have some friends," I sighed at him. I said that only to appease him. I would call Jess and Mike acquaintances rather than friends, since I couldn't honestly say that I liked them. Charlie relaxed and turned back to the tv. "So, how is your homework load?" He asked me, trying to lighten up the conversation. "Not too bad. Most of the teachers want me to catch up with anything that I haven't done before though."

"That sounds fair," Charlie agreed. "Dad, what do you know about the Cullens? I saw them at lunch today, and nobody really seems to like them." Charlie's face looked slightly shocked and annoyed when I said that. "Not that I don't like them, it's just that nobody was talking to them, and I wondered if you knew why," I said hurriedly, not wanting to provoke my father. "Look, Ed, don't listen to anything bad anyone tells you about the Cullens. Carlisle is an amazing doctor and adoptive father, and Esme is one of the best mothers an adopted child could ask for. All of the kids are extremely well behaved and cause no trouble at all. Just because they're new, people have to talk." He added at the end.

"Thanks for explaining dad. I'm going upstairs now, I'll be there if you need me to do anything, and also, today I'm making dinner if that's ok with you?" Charlie just nodded, so I picked up my bag from the table and headed upstairs.

When I got up there, I chucked my bag on the floor and sat down on the chair beside my desk. I turned on my computer and span around on the chair while I waited for it to wake up. Once it was on, I brought up the internet and prepared to wait a good five minuets more. My computer was ancient and slower than a snail, and everything was an ordeal for it to do.

When the internet was up and running, I began to my English homework – find examples of persuasive writing in the media. Once I had collected a few samples on Microsoft word, I printed it and shut off my computer.

I began to work on a paragraph for French which my class had been assigned yesterday for a week today. It was about ourselves. Je m'appelle Edward Swan. J'ai dix-sept ans et. . . and so it went on until i had finished the paragraph.

I decided that that was enough homework for now, and I picked up Wuthering Heights from my nightstand where I had left it from yesterday. Some people, namely my mom, thought that my obsession with the classics was slightly unhealthy for a young boy my age. I couldn't help liking them though. Something about the past, the ignorance of the people who lived in those times without electrics and the DS i, the simplicity of their lives in the books: have a few hardships, meet other half, live happily ever after.

I read for the rest of the night, only stopping when Charlie requested dinner. We had spaghetti, which Charlie seemed to enjoy, since he didn't speak once throughout the meal because he was too busy wolfing it down.

When we had eaten, I went back up and began reading again. I wasn't too keen on my own life at this point, so I did my best to loose myself in an age where these sorts of complications couldn't exist. The best part of my life was Bella, and because of my luck, she was completely unattainable.

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