My timetable was simple Chemistry, Advanced Mathematics, Physics, Psychology, Biology and of course my favourite lesson; physical education. More like physical torture! My chemistry class was dare I say it almost fun. The teacher Mr Clarke was slightly insane setting fire to himself while demonstrating the use of octane but he seemed to appreciate my lack of class participation for what it was. Unfortunately I was sat between two annoying, and very immature boys called Mike and Tyler, they didn't know anything- I mean I could tell the difference between an '-ene' and an '-ane' by the age of 13. They seemed friendly enough just overeager and too loud for my liking.

Maths was the only language I really felt comfortable with, I mean x accompanied by an eyebrow raise still equalled x. There were only four other people in my class, according to the teacher- Mrs Daniels who unfortunately for me was a big fan of formal introductions- there was supposed to be another boy but he hadn't turned up for morning registration. As for the rest of my class mates lets just say I was the least geeky amongst them, that's putting it mildly I was pretty far gone geek, having no social life often resulted in never-ending hours of revision.

At break I hid in the toilets, as I said not much changes- it was how I spent most of my free-time in phoenix high, home of the eagles.(I bet you can almost imagine the sarcastic edge to my voice. Physics and physiology passed without incident the missing boy was also supposed to be in my physiology class. In a way I was almost glad he hadn't turned up the teacher hardly seemed disappointed he wasn't in there class.

At Lunch I found the one group of people I might fit in with- and lost them again. I pulled up a seat at an empty table lining up a sandwich, apple and drink on the cold silver bench in front of me. I was concentrating on my task- doctors in phoenix threw around words like 'schizoid and OCD' but really I just felt better when everything was lined up, organised, categorised.

When I looked up there were five people standing above me, they looked like, well they looked like the biggest bunch of misfits I'd ever laid eyes upon. There was a tall, skinny boy with blond hair and dark thick rimmed glasses, wearing a superman tee that lost all irony with his geeky appearance. Standing next to him was an incredibly tiny girl she looked almost like a pixie, a goth pixie with cropped spiky black hair and dark make-up. In contrast there was a tall leggy blond wearing a cheerleaders uniform.

But by far the strangest in appearance was a tall boy, he looked older than school age, he was impossible- all height and body builders muscles, his presence was towering but his eyes were soft. The perfect blonde cheerleader turned to face me, I was a little surprised to see a hideous red scar breaking her perfect complexion. The torment she must have suffered I thought, she hid it well though with a mask of indignation.

"What are you doing here?" She spat. Looking at her fiery eyes and the scary boy behind her I blushed instantly and tried to stutter an apology. Hastily I picked up my lunch mentally kicking myself as I knocked my orange juice out of line. Stumbling over the chairs next to me I fled embarrassed and ran off to take refuge in the toilets.

I didn't enjoy being lonely, I can't imagine anyone ever does. By the end of lunch I was almost in tears any visions of the misfits running after me long gone. I stumbled towards biology almost dreading the seating plan- after all you needed a partner for experiments. Before when we were asked to pick are own partners in lessons it normally ended up with lots of embarrassment on my part.

I arrived early and pulled a seat up to one of the empty desks at the front of the class, and lost myself staring out of the window. A while later other students started to trickle in I noticed dimly Mike and Tyler pull up seats next to each other and the small pixie I'd seen at lunch take a desk close to the back. After the late bell had rung Mr Banner still hadn't arrived.

There were loud voices coming from the hall outside the lab, the rest of the class fell silent to listen. "Edward I don't care what you think, tone it down". I figured Edward must have been the boy missing from my other lessons it sounded about right. Late for the first day of school, having and argument before class. He fitted my much hated stereotype of an arrogant teenager to a T.

Then an angel stepped into the room. His movements were totally empty, his expressions devoid of emotion, his eyes as black as night. Then in the seven words that would prove my making and undoing Mr banner sealed my fate. "Edward, Take a seat next to Bella."

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