A/N: okay so here is Chapter 2 reworked. Thanks sooo much to Team beta! They really helped me alot!

Disclaimer: All twilight charaters are owned by Stephenie Meyer.

Just as I thought, I didn't get any sleep whatsoever. I was far too paranoid thinking someone was going to show up in my room any second. I heard Charlie leave about two hours before I had to get up. I decided that I would make myself something to eat since I had so much time before school.

I quickly showered and brushed my teeth. I pulled out the clothes that I had picked out yesterday. It was a plain green t-shirt , some old jeans that were slightly worn and a black hoodie. I didn't take my time to put on makeup or pick out the perfect first day of school outfit. When I dressed it was for comfort.

I looked in the mirror when I was done. My face was pale and I had purple bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I'm a mess . I never thought of myself as ugly, but I never thought I was pretty either. Looking at myself now though, I felt my self esteem sinking all the more. My hair was a dull brown and I had brown eyes to match. I brushed my hair as best I could, trying to make myself look somewhat decent. I was never one to wear makeup. Even when Renee was alive. She insisted in the mornings before school that I should put a little more effort into my appearance. She would buy me clothes for school, insisting that I should look more like an actual girl. She even did my hair a few times before school. I always complained saying it was pointless and stupid, but I would humor her and let her do whatever she wanted.

Looking at myself now I wished Renee was here more than ever. She would know exactly what to say to cheer me up. She'd tell me I was worrying far too much and that I needed to relax and just be myself.

But I wasn't even sure who I really was anymore. I felt like a zombie, just going through life and not really experiencing anything. I hid in my room most of the time. What kind of a life was that?

I shook my head trying to clear my head of all the depressing thoughts. I was already having a bad day and I hadn't even gone to school yet.

When I was downstairs I made myself a bowl of cereal. I was too tired to make anything else.

I looked at the clock and saw that I had at least an hour to get to school. I was going to have to walk to and from school today. Charlie had pointed out the school on the way here and it wasn't really that far. In fact, if it wasn't for all the rain and unpredictable weather I would have probably walked to school every day.

I felt my stomach tie in knots thinking about going to school. I wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up, my stomach was turning so bad. Maybe I could take Charlie up on his offer?

I could call him at work and tell him that I decided that I wanted to stay home for the day, but then he would probably come rushing home thinking that something was wrong. I didn't want to worry him any more than I already had. Last night's little scare was enough for now. I hated being a burden to him.

With one last bite of my cereal I knew that I should be leaving soon. I couldn't sit here forever. Off to my own personal hell.

I grabbed my umbrella, just in case it began to rain on me on the way home, and headed out the door.

It only took me about twenty minutes to get to the school. Glancing at my watch and saw that I was early. Great, I was going to be stuck in a school wondering around the halls looking like an idiot.

I made my way to the office where it was empty aside from a middle aged woman sitting at the desk. I dragged myself over to her, telling myself that I needed to get this over and done with.

"Um, excuse me," I said weakly. My voice was low and probably far too low for her to hear. The woman kept on shuffling the papers in front of her, not even glancing up at me. I cleared my throat and spoke louder. "Excuse me?"

She snapped her head up, with a bright smile. "Yes, dear, how can I help you?"

"Uh, yes," I said. "I'm new. I came to get my schedule."

"Are you Isabella Swan?"

I wondered how she knew who I was, but I didn't say anything and just nodded my head.

"I heard your father is the new chief of police," she explained. "You know, I grew up with your dad ."

I just nodded and smiled, not sure if I was suppose to respond or not. I just wanted my schedule and to leave as soon as possible. I didn't like small talk.

"I'm Mrs. Cope, by the way," she said, smiling brightly. "My, you look just like your mother." I got that a lot from people, but recently I didn't like being reminded of it.

"I went to school with her and your father," she went on. "The two of them were so sweet together. It's really a shame what happened to her." She shook her head, her face reflecting that familiar look of pity.

I had gotten that look a lot since my mother died. I really hated that look.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Cope continued. "I still can't believe what happened. It must have been so hard for you considering you were--"

"Can I have my schedule now?" I cut in, my voice harsh. I didn't like talking about it and I certainly wasn't going to stand here on my first day of school listening to someone tell me how sorry they were and how they could sympathize, like they understood what it was like. She didn't; no one really did and I didn't want to think about it now. I had enough on my mind and I didn't want to deal with this as well.

Isn't this why we moved, to get away from these reminders?

The woman seemed offended that I had cut her off, but honestly, who says things like that when first meeting someone? What happened to talking about the weather?

She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Here you go, dear." She gave a half smile. "Have a nice day."

I walked out of the office looking down at my schedule.

As I opened up the door I rammed right into someone. I stumbled back and caught myself against the wall.

"I am so sorry!" I said automatically. This day was just getting better and better.

I heard a chuckle. "It's all right." He bent down and picked up his book.

I looked up to see a boy with blond, spiky hair.

"Are you new?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, I just moved here. My name is--"

"Isabella Swan," he interrupted me.

I raised a brow. "Bella," I corrected him. "Does everyone know me around here?"

The blond boy smiled. "It's a small town," he explained. "People talk."

I wasn't sure if I liked that. It was kind of weird, people knowing my name already.

"Word gets around here fast," he said. "I heard your dad is the new police chief."

"Yeah." I nodded, once again unsure what to say. Why can't I just talk like a normal person?

"My name is Mike Newton by the way." He smiled brightly. "If you would like I can show you around."

I was slightly relieved that someone would show me around, so I wouldn't get lost, but that meant that he would walk with me, which would require me talking. Panic swelled inside me thinking about it, but I pushed it away as best I could.

"Sure, that'd be nice." I tried to show my gratitude by smiling. Mike smiled even brighter.

Walking with him wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He talked about himself, which I was perfectly fine with. It was mostly about himself and bragging about how he was the quarterback for the football team. I don't really remember much else he said because I had tuned him out. I only paid attention when he told me where each classroom was and the shortest routes to each one.

As we walked in the hallway everyone seemed to be staring at me. I already hated this school. I loathed being the center of attention.

"--and then I came running out of nowhere. The other team was totally caught off guard. Impressive huh?" Mike beamed.

I missed everything he was saying and suddenly felt guilty. Great Bella, the first person who is actually nice to you and you ignore him. "Yeah." I nodded smiling, hoping that was the right answer.

Once again a big wide, smile crossed his lips. Can someone have that many teeth?

He moved on to the next subject and began talking about how much he hated Mr. Banner's class last year. I decided it was probably best that I listen to the rest of the conversation. Maybe I could try to have some friends here.

It wasn't long before the bell rang.

Mike walked me to my first class and said that he would meet me outside right after to walk me to my next class. I wondered if everyone in Forks was this overly nice. I already felt a little crowded.

For the most part my classes weren't too bad. It turned out that I was ahead in a lot of the lessons, so I really didn't need to catch up too much. I met a few people and unfortunately everyone seemed to be like Mike. They all crowded around me, asking me questions about where I used to live and what it was like. I knew they were only curious and were trying to be nice, but I couldn't help, but cringe every time someone would call my name and start talking to me.

I met Jessica; she seemed like a typical high school girl. She was in my US History class. She loved fashion and talking about the latest celebrity gossip, and seemed overly concerned that Mike was being nice to me. She asked if he had mentioned anything about her. When I told her no, she frowned, but quickly recovered, talking about the last party that she had been to and how she had gotten so hammered that she ended up waking up in the backseat of some random guy's car. Does that mean she was proud of herself? Apparently, because she had a big goofy grin on her face and said, as she put it, "he was totally hot."

When lunch time rolled around Jessica offered to let me sit with her and her friends. Once again I panicked, but I pushed it away, telling myself it wouldn't be that bad. I was just thinking too much about it. I told her yes and gave her the best smile I could muster.

Nothing is bad about asking questions right? That's how people get to know each other.

So why am I freaking out?

At the table sat Angela, a girl in my English class. She was friendly and seemed like the only one in the whole group that I thought was genuinely nice, where as Jessica seemed to be only buttering up to me because Mike was showing me a little attention.

"Hey, Bella, why don't you sit next to me?" Mike pulled out a chair next to him. He was smiling like always. Maybe he should do a Colgate commercial?

I returned his smile half-heartedly and took the seat even though Jessica was glaring at me from across the table. I didn't want to be rude and tell him no--and to be honest I didn't have enough backbone to tell him. I was such a coward.

"Where are you from again?" asked Jessica, stabbing her salad with her fork. She tried to put on a sweet smile, though it was anything but sweet.

"Chicago."

I noticed Mike seemed awfully close to me, so I backed up a little.

"Why did you and your dad move here?"

I felt all eyes narrow in on me in that moment. It's an innocent question. They probably don't know.

Should I lie or tell the truth? I hated the truth, so I settled on the lie. "Well...Charlie wanted the job as police chief and he told me he always wanted to move back if given the chance. So we just decided to move." It seemed like a reasonable enough answer. At least to me: Charlie never really liked Chicago in the first place. He was more of a small town kind of guy.

Everyone seemed to believe the answer because they didn't say anything else about it. Jessica continued her twenty questions about my old school, my hobbies and friends. It wasn't a very long conversation. I gave one word answers and fibbed a little bit here and there. I didn't want to seem like a total loser, even though I was. I named a few friends that I had once had. I haven't talked to them in years so I wouldn't consider them friends anymore, but they didn't need to know that.

I was never a really good liar. I blushed far too easily and my guilty face always gave it away, but right now I wasn't doing too badly.

"So, any boyfriends in Chicago?" asked Jessica eagerly. She glanced at Mike who I noticed seemed be leaning toward me once again.

"No."

She raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever had one?"

"Um, no." I shook my head. My cheeks flushed as I realized what I had just said. Why couldn't I just lie and make up some random boy! I was doing so well before.

Lauran began giggling and whispered something to Jessica.I could have sworn I heard the words, 'bet' and 'virgin'. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die right then and there. I sank slowly in my seat praying that the bell would ring soon and save me.

Was it really such a big deal that an eighteen year old girl had never had a boyfriend before? I never knew one who hadn't, but still, there had to be someone besides me that never had. I just never really took an interest in boys and in the last two years I was just too busy being locked in my room and refusing to socialize with people to really care about having one.

I shouldn't have sat over here. I should have told her no and sat by myself, then I wouldn't have had to deal with this. I hate high school.

"Boys are jerks anyway," Jessica said suddenly. "All they do is cause you problems. Take Mike, for instance."

"What about me?" he said, sitting up straight.

"Wasn't it you who dumped Maria in front of the whole school last year and just left her crying?" Angela asked.

"That was kind of funny," snickered Lauren.

"Hey, she wouldn't leave me alone," he said defensively. "You saw her--she was all clinging and shit. You remember, Tyler." He nudged the boy next to him.

"Oh no, you were a total jerk to her," Tyler laughed. "You ordered her around all over the place and claimed you were so in love with her and the next day dumped her! I've never seen anything so sad." He shook his head in disgust.

"See, jerk!" laughed Jessica.

Everyone at the table then turned their attention to Mike and talked about how badly he had treated his ex-girlfriends. Mike didn't seemed happy about it because he just sat there pouting and yelling at everyone to shut up.

When lunch was over Angela waited for me to gather my things. "What class do you have next?"

I pulled out my schedule to look, having already forgotten what I had next. When I pulled it out and saw what it was my stomach twisted.

"Is something wrong?" Angela moved over beside me to glance at my schedule. She smiled brightly. "You have art with Mrs. Davis. So do I!"

"Yeah," I replied. "That's great." I tried to smile, but I knew my face showed that it wasn't great. If anything it was the exact opposite.

"What's the matter?" Angela asked. "Don't like art?"

"Umm, no, that's not it."

Should I tell her the truth? She was the only one in the whole school that I genuinely liked. I guessed it wouldn't hurt. "I used to really like it," I said, "but ever since my mom died I haven't really been interested." I watched her carefully, waiting for her to look at me with some sort of pity. When she didn't I continued. "It was just something she always encouraged me to do, so I don't know." I shrugged. "I just don't like it anymore, I guess."

Angela simply nodded. "Well, if you really don't want to go to it, you could always get it changed. I heard Mr. Banner has a study hall that period."

"Really?" I said hopefully. I didn't really like having a study hall. I thought that I should have a full schedule. It would look good on my college applications, but then again, I didn't want to sit there in class and be painfully reminded of the life I no longer had.

Renee would never see my artwork again no matter how much I drew or painted.

Angela bit her lip and looked toward the classroom door. "But you probably won't be able to get it changed for about a week. The office is stupid like that. They take their time with everything."

My heart sank, I tried to seem like it was no big deal. "I guess it'll be fine for a week."

She smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be there to keep you company."

I smiled and followed her inside the art room.

Art wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It seemed the class was doing your typical still life. Drawing various objects that were arranged on the table in front of us . I started my drawing half-heartedly, not putting any real effort in it. What was the point when I was going to drop out of this class anyway?

Angela talked most of the time, telling me about this Ben guy that she liked. She asked for my advice on what she should do, and I tried to give her the best advice I could think of, but I was probably the last person she should ask for advice about boys. After all, what the heck did I know? I had never even kissed a guy--how pathetic was that?

When school was over I had to go back down to the dreaded office and once again face Mrs. Cope. This time she kept her comments to herself and just went straight to adjusting my schedule. She stuck to talking about the weather.

I was kind of disappointed that I wouldn't have a class with Angela anymore. I really did have fun.

Maybe being in art wouldn't be so bad. I do kind of miss it. I shook the thought away. No, I gave it up.

Walking home was a little bit of a pain. I watched as all the cars pulled out of the parking lot while I was one of the very few that was actually walking home. It was drizzling a little and I was glad I had brought my umbrella.

I pulled my Ipod from my pocket and selected my favorite play list. It would help the walk go faster and get my mind off of things. I walked alongside of the road humming along to the songs until I finally reached the house--I mean my house. It was weird looking at it from the outside. It didn't seem real that I could be living here.

The rain stopped and I closed my umbrella.

I walked up to the house and pulled my house key out of my pocket and shoved my Ipod back in. I was just about to put the key in the lock when I heard a voice.

"Hello."

I jumped back and gave an embarrassing squeal as I turned on my heel, spinning around. I put my hand to my heart. "Jesus Chri--" I stopped when I saw who it was.

Standing in front of me was the guy I had seen standing in my front yard yesterday. He was dressed in the same clothes, which I should have found odd, but I couldn't even think at this point. His hair was a bronze color, and looked like he had run his hand through it one too many times. His skin was pale, but not quite as pale as mine. He was lean, yet through his t-shirt you could tell he did have some muscles. His eyes were what really got me, because they were the most perfect shade of emerald green I had ever seen.

"Uh...sorry," I said. "You scared me." My voice was low and slightly shaky. I blushed realizing that I must have looked like an idiot just now.

His eyes widened slightly. "You can see me?"

"Uh, yes?" What kind of question was that?

He didn't answer me and just frowned.

"C-can I help you with something?" I stuttered. Great, Bella, you are making yourself seem so smart right now.

"Why is it that you can see me?"

How was I supposed to answer that? "I don't think I understand," I said slowly. I wanted him to explain more but he seemed to be thinking something over in his head. He was just standing here in front of me not saying much of anything and it was driving me crazy. Who just stands there?

Slowly a smile curved his lips and my breath hitched. With his frown gone, I noticed that his smile made him look even more perfect, if that was possible.

"I wonder if..." he mumbled, letting the sentence hang.

"What?" I asked. I found myself very eager to know what he going to say next. I even stepped closer to him wanting him to speak more. Wonder what? I watched as his mouth opened to say something.

"Bella?" That didn't sound like his voice. "Hello, earth to Bella?"

I turned my head to see another boy. He was tan with jet short jet black hair. "Hey," he said when I met his gaze. "Who were you talking to?"

"I was talking to--" I turned my head toward the bronze haired boy only to find that he was gone. I scanned the yard to see where he had gone to, but there was no trace of him whatsoever. "You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled.

"Everything all right?" He looked at me like I was crazy. I was beginning to think I was.

"Yeah, uh, sorry," I replied. "I was just talking to myself...I guess." I rubbed my eyes as if that would clear up my vision. Was my mind playing tricks on me again or something? Maybe it was the lack of sleep? If it was all in my head, my mind had an amazing imagination. He had seemed so real.

I turned my attention back to the boy, wondering what he was doing here and if he also was going to disappear into thin air. For now he still seemed to be standing there.

"I came to drop off your truck," he pointed behind him.

"My truck?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, my dad told you I was coming didn't he? I was supposed to come here after school and drop it off for you."

"Oh yeah! I'm sorry, you're Billy's son! Charlie told me you were coming over. Jacob, right?" I stepped down from the porch and stood closer to him.

He nodded, smiling.

I remembered Charlie telling me about him yesterday over dinner. He was Billy's son who was a year younger than me.

I looked behind him and there sitting in the driveway was an old, red, beat-up pickup truck. "That's it?" I asked, walking toward it.

Jacob blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, I know it's not much, but trust me it runs just fine. I fixed it up myself, so you shouldn't have any problems."

I looked it over, seeing the faded red paint had turned slightly orange. It was huge, and I knew this thing would probably crush anything that got in its way. I couldn't believe that this was actually going to be my car.

"It's all right if you don't like it," said Jacob. "I promise I won't tell my dad."

"You can tell him I love it." I turned toward him with a smile. "I absolutely love it!"

"You like it?" he seemed surprised.

"Well, yeah." I smiled, looking over at the car once again.

He smiled and blushed. He lifted his hand toward the truck. "Well, I didn't think you would actually like it. I mean it's not like anything that anyone is driving nowadays."

"Which is why I love it. It' s unique. Well, more like an antique." I shrugged.

Jacob laughed. "You really like it?"

"Yes, I really like it." Was it really that hard to believe? I knew it wasn't exactly what people were driving. I don't think I have ever seen a car this old that could actually run, but if Jacob said it would run then I believed him.

I opened the car door. "You need a ride home, don't you?" I looked back at him.

"Uh, yeah, if you don't mind?" He placed his hands in his pockets.

I shook my head. "Not at all. After all, you fixed up my truck. I more than owe you. Plus it'll give me a chance to test drive it." Now I wouldn't be one of the few that were walking to school.

Jacob seemed really shy and humble. It was nice to see that I had met at least two people here in Forks that were genuine. Maybe this move wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

Jacob got into the passenger seat and handed me the keys. As I put the keys in the ignition I looked over at him just to make sure that he was still there. Maybe this was all in my head, too? This, after all, seemed just as real as when I had been hallucinating. I could have made up Jake and this truck as well. First I see a guy in my bedroom and then someone just standing there in front of me. Maybe I was going crazy?

"Is something wrong?" Jacob asked looking at me worried.

"No, I'm fine." I started up the car. "Just making sure of something."

He raised a brow wanting me to explain, but I just waved my hand at him. "It's nothing."

As I drove away from the house, I glanced at the rear view mirror. I could have sworn I saw someone standing in the middle of the road watching me.

A/N: Soo good? bad?

I am working on chapter 3.... Edward makes more of an appearance.