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Chapter 1:

First Day

After I got settled at home again, dad broke the news to me,"Kristy, I talked to your aunt and she thinks it would be best if we move to La Push, so we could be close to her...we are moving in three days," at first I thought he was playing with me. I could see he was worried about how I would take this, but I honestly didn't mind. Yeah, I would miss Stacy, but this is for the best. It will be ruff at first, because I have considered the facts that I am extremely skinny and labeled as mentally disturbed, which I am not. I'm ready for that though. But I am not going to talk about my mother or my time in that stupid boarding school. I refuse to tell anyone about my past. This is a way I could start my life over, making friends that like me for who I am not because they feel sorry for me. Maybe I would be lucky enough to find a nice friend or two, hopefully.

I went ahead and started packing everything in my room, like my dad told me. I didn't have much, so it wouldn't take me long to pack. I went ahead and started with my closet, packing all my clothes, except for a few outfits for the next two days. It was going to be tough saying good bye to Stacy but I would make sure to keep contact, no matter what. Stacy stuck with me through everything and I figured I owed her this at the least.

I heard someones footsteps walk into the room behind me, but I paid no attention to it because I was to paranoid about getting everything packed by tonight.

"Kristy," I heard Stacy's voice call.

I sighed,"Hey Stacy...did my dad tell you about us...moving?" I frowned hoping I didn't say something I would regret.

"Yeah, your dad told me when we came to pick you up yesterday," she said in her soothing voice. I sighed in relief.

Together Stacy and I finished packing my room. I could sense she was sad about me going, but happy at the same time. It's sad that this would be one of the last times I would see her but I had other things to worry about, plus my dad agreed to let her come visit whenever.

3 Days Later...

Today was my first day at La Push high school. It had already been a day since we moved. I was a little more enthusiastic about going to school, more than a normal teenager would be, but that's only because I haven't been to a real school in a year. I know that I will get a lot of stares because I'm not like everyone else, and I'm also the new girl in town. I am prepared for that; I think. I slumped out of bed, so wanting to not go to school today, but knowing that I have to.

I looked inside my new closet, in search of something to wear to school. My long brown hair was a long tangled mess today so I pulled it up into a ponytail with my bangs hanging down. I took a few deep breaths, as my nerves slowly got the best of me and headed for the bathroom. What if everyone thought I was weird or that I didn't belong? What if no one wanted to talk to me, much less be my friend? I know some people won't like me but that's just a part of life, there had to be a few decent people in this town though. I bit my bottom lip as I searched through my bathroom, I always bite my bottom lip when I'm nervous. I paced back and forth as I looked for some chap stick or lip balm, feeling my lips burn.

I heard my dad's footsteps as he made his way upstairs into my room; I turned to find him smiling. My Dad always made sure I was okay. But right now I wasn't really.

"What's up dad?" I tried to sound perky in hopes that he wouldn't notice I was nervous.

He took a deep breath in,"Aunt Kate got me a job where she works so you'll have to walk to school."

I nodded and went back to getting ready for my first day of high school.

I got dressed and got my books ready. It was time to eat breakfast, I would have to leave early to walk there. I trudged downstairs, reluctantly. My Dad had the newspaper in on hand while his coffee in the other. He was about to leave.

"What time do you think you'll get back?" I asked, pouring cereal into a bowl.

"Probably about an hour or two after you, it will give you some time to do your homework," he winked. I giggled at his attempt to be funny.

"Have a great day sweetheart," he said and kissed my forehead.

"Yeah, I'll try." I replied, sarcastically. I watched him walk out the door, and turned to the clock. Crap, I'm going to be late. I shoved one more mouthful of cereal into my mouth and threw the bowl in the sink, I'll clean I up later. I grabbed my bag and started on my way to school.

As I walked to school I tried not to think about what people would think of me. I was already nervous enough as it is, with my stomach doing flips. I couldn't help but wonder what people would think of me. I didn't want to be noticed. I wish I could go and leave without one single eye on me. But I knew that wasn't going to happen, not here anyways.

As I walked into the parking lot I felt sick, I gulped. Everyone seemed to be walking in huge groups with all their friends, while I was alone, it made me feel self conscious. I could already feel everyones eyes on me as I made my way to the doors. I could hear all their whispers as people said,"She looks anorexic."

Anorexic, really? I mean, really, I love eating, but after nine months of being depressed and not wanting to eat anything but a little bit of crackers, you don't look like the healthiest person in the world. I felt sick too, like I wanted to throw up, but that was just because of the nerves, I kept telling myself.

I walked through the hallway looking for any sign of the front office, I figured by the time I came to the door that said ''MAIN OFFICE,'' I was off to a pretty good start. I could feel my body tense up as I went to open the door, getting my first glimpse of the school staff. The man behind the desk looked to be in his fifties, he was bald, and had big round glasses on. He was on the computer, as I walked in.

When he recognized my presence, he directed me to come over, and I weakly smiled. He gave me a list of all my classes while pointing out the best route to get there; impatiently I drummed my fingers against the desk top not paying attention. I just wanted this day to end.

"You must be Kristina Bard," He stared up at me with his cheeky grin. Ugh, I want to go home.

I nodded. I couldn't find my voice to answer.

"Here is everything you will need. I hope you enjoy," I walked away before he said anything else. All I could think about after that comment was,"Yeah, I'll enjoy my first day at a school that I don't know anything about, with people I don't know, and teachers I don't know. Yeah, like that's going to happen."

My full attention was focused on finding my locker, number five-fifty-six. As I scanned each locker, people stared, but I ignored them and kept trying to find my locker. This place was so confusing. I walked around looking for my locker and as if on cue someone tapped my shoulder, "Hi, I'm Shelby. I noticed you were looking for your locker, would you like me to help?" she asked generously. I looked up to find a pretty girl, with long flaming red hair, blue eyes, and somewhat pale skin. She looked kind, but that didn't help the feeling I had to just run away. I was always a very shy person.

I gulped,"Yeah, I can't find it anywhere," I stated, as if she hadn't figured that out yet. We kept walking along lockers; I kept peeking at the numbers. I didn't want to just stand there and talk to this girl I didn't even know.

"What number is it?" she asked in a rather sweet tone.

I looked around for a second, "Five-fifty-six and my name is Kristina," I said.

She smiled,"That's right beside my locker and pretty name by the way," she sounded rather excited...I followed behind her as she lead the way, "So how long have you lived here?" she asked

"Since yesterday morning," I answered.

She nodded and gestured her hand beside her locker. It took me a couple tries to get my locker open, but I finally got the combination right, I hurried as I shoved all my books into my locker but my history book.

I took a couple breaths,"So what class do you have first?" I looked over to find her grab her science book, she lifted it up showing me. I nodded.

I could see her staring at my book in shock,"You have history first? Only advanced advanced kids have that class first." her brows furrowed as I checked my schedule.

"Yep, see it says first period history room two-thirty-nine." I sighed hoping she wouldn't think I was weird.

"Wow, you never mentioned you were a genus and a cute one at that." she smiled in a reassuring way as I laughed.

"Thanks, Shelby."

She smiled,"I have to get to class but feel free to sit with me and my friends at lunch!" she said over her shoulder. By the time she was gone I noticed I forgot to ask how to get to my history class from here.

I made my way to class looking at the floor the whole time. I walked into my history class when I suddenly heard a bunch of husky sounding laughs, at first I thought they were laughing at me. I looked up at them and I was surprised by what I saw. There were three huge, muscular guys standing before me. They all looked the same with the russet colored skin, and dark cropped hair. They all seemed to be at least six foot five, but what confused me was they all looked as if they could be college kids, rather than ninth graders. They were huge, and I mean huge. They kept to themselves, though. They didn't even turn around to look at me enter the room.

I quickly went and sat in a seat, that wasn't taken, and sunk down, shyly. I was hoping I wouldn't catch anyone's attention. I didn't want to deal with that right now. The teacher was talking about the Civil War, the American Revolution. I knew all of this, but I took notes just to be sure. I had always been a good student; I just got sidetracked easily. I had filled a side of paper all about the Battle of Gettysburg, when the bell rang. I was glad to have history over with.

Second Period was another story; Math was always my best subject. I had no need to pay attention. Most of the time the teacher went over what he expects from the class this year and blah blah blah. While the teacher talked I mainly doodled on my notebook, not realizing the person beside me was staring. I looked over to find another big husky guy with russet colored skin, and dark cropped hair. The only thing I couldn't figure out though was he looked very familiar in one way or another. I looked into his eyes instantly regretting that decision. His eyes were exactly like my moms; hazel with a hint of blue around the edges. I felt like I wanted to cry and it was obvious he could tell. He looked down slowly, turning his attention back to the teacher when the bell rang.

I walked out of the room and through the doorway. Against the wall was Shelby. Oh great! She looked up to me and walked over. It wasn't that she wasn't nice, cause she was, it was just someone was noticing me. And I didn't want that.

"Hey, Kristina, are you having a good day so far?" She asked, walking along- side me. I wanted to yell "Not really!" But of course I didn't.

"Eh," I answered somewhat honestly. "Okay, I guess." She smiled and laughed. I hoped she wasn't laughing at me.

"What class do you have next?" She asked, kindly. I looked to my schedule, hoping she didn't have the same class as me.

"Science with Mr. Darby," I said. Science was my worst subject; I always got a bad grade. I was determined to change that here.

"Oh, me too!" Perfect, just perfect. Maybe it will be okay. I didn't reply, just forced a smile across my face and kept walking. I followed her to class. There were two desks in the corner. I knew she was going to sit next to me. But at least it was in the back, maybe she wouldn't talk to me. I set my books down and pulled out paper to take more notes. Mr. Darby was one of the younger teachers I have. He had blond hair with reading glasses on the end of his nose. He was standing up when I walked in and I didn't see him sit during the entire period, he had a lot of energy. We were learning Earth Science, that was the easier subject in science for me, but I took careful notes just in case. I was glad that he didn't call on me or Shelby didn't talk to me. I sighed when the bell rang. This meant lunch time, the hardest part of a new school.

Shelby walked with me, again, to my locker. I opened it easily and took out my paper lunch, that Dad packed for me.

"Are you going to sit with us?" Shelby asked, as we walked into the Lunch room. Where else would I sit?

"Sure," I smiled and followed her to a table, almost full of people. She introduced them all to me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy looking around to find the boy who was staring at me in Math class. I found him, sitting at a large table with a bi group of people. They were the boys who looked much older and bigger to be in ninth grade. They were all boys, kept for one girl, sitting on the end, alone, with a scowl that looked as if it was permanently on her face. I turned back and forced down my sandwich, no matter how sick I felt. The bell rang again, two more classes. Shelby asked to see my schedule; I gave it to her, before we left.

"I'll see you in English," she handed it to me. I sighed and walked beck to my locker for my art sketch book.

I entered the class late because I got lost on my way to find it. The teacher didn't notice though, I snuck into a chair and started copying down the rules for using acrylics. Art went by fast, before I knew it the bell had rung. I was on my way to my last class: English. Shelby met me up about halfway to class.

"You happy the day's almost over?" She asked, looking over her shoulder to someone. I kept walking forwards.

"You could say that," I laughed. Shelby wasn't too bad. We walked into English, the teacher smiled to me. I blushed and sat down. I noticed the same boy was in this class with me too. I decided maybe Shelby would know who he was.

"Hey, Shelby?" I asked. She looked over, surprised that I brought up this conversation.

"Yeah?"

"You know who that boy is?" I asked and pointed over to him. She looked over and turned back with recognition in her eyes.

"Embry, Embry Call… why?" She looked confused.

"I don't know, just wondering." I turned back. The name wasn't familiar to me. But I felt like I knew him. One day at a new school and already a big mystery. I took many notes for English as well, my wrist hurt from writing so much. I shook it around to get the blood flowing. The teacher was cut off with the final bell. I sighed in happiness that school was over, for today at least. I wanted to run home. Shelby left me as I went to my locker. She came back just as I shut it.

"Are you walking home?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Want to walk together?" She asked, smiling.

"Sure, why not?" I walked next to her down my street. We didn't talk much. Well, she did, but I just nodded in response. At least I had made one friend. She waved goodbye as I walked up my new driveway.

"See you tomorrow!" She yelled. At least today was over with.

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