A/N: DON'T HATE ME!! I know I have taken forever, I was just hoping to get more reviews. Anyway, I got a couple requests from readers again on words and places to input into the story, so if you realize that there is some random places or words in there, just go with it. And thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far. I honestly thought this story was going to stink.

And as for those of you who are wondering what the accident is, just be patient. Patience is a virtue and Edward wouldn't want you to be rid of that. Hahahaha, we all know you can't resist Edward!!

Note to Ericaisdazzled: In Your FACE!! The word "kitten" is in here. I win...for now.

Another Note for Aden101: I have also included KUSM (Kansas Underground Salt Museum) into this chapter.

This is so random. I haven't ever even heard of KUSM. OH well, if you readers are into giving me challenges such as putting in totally random things in the chapter, go ahead and tell me. Just don't go and give me a dirty slogan or something. My little sis reads my stories and she also helps with proofreading. I get lazy, so she does it. And remember, I can only put so much randomness into one chapter, so I will input stuff over time. So if you request something, I will mention you at the beginning of the chapter; I like readers to feel special.

Another note for ALL READERS: Please, please, please review. I don't normally beg, and I'm overly happy with whoever does review, but I probably get 5x more story alerts than reviews. Even if you just want to say, "Hurry up with the writing!" I won't care. I personally haven't done that yet when I read someone else's story, but whatever.

OK, enough of my silly banter! On with Chapter 5!!

Disclaimer: My name is spelled L-A-U-R-A or S-O-V-O-Y-I-T-A. Do you HONESTLY think that I am Stephenie Meyer?? I didn't think so... Sheeshhh!!


CHAPTER 5: FIRST DAY

BVOP

I awoke to the sound of someone screaming horrifically only to find that it was my own screams that I was hearing. Of course, Emmett being Emmett bounded into my room, busting the door open, nearly tearing it off its hinges. When he saw me sitting curled up on the bed, holding my knees up to my chest, he almost automatically knew what was wrong. He didn't know exactly what the circumstances of the accident were, but he had a pretty good idea that that was the subject of my dream.

The thing about Emmett is that though he may seem to be all muscle, he really is comforting. Of course, he doesn't exactly know how to care for emotional wounds. Though I can't blame him. He grew up with Charlie, making him an emotional leper. So, when he told me to let it all out, I just about fell out of my seat in surprise. But I knew that letting him in was the worst thing to do. First of all, he didn't need the burden of knowing my problems and carrying them around with him. Second of all, he would probably find out about the message and take the first plane back to Phoenix to go "deal with" Victoria himself.

I denied that anything was wrong and just mumbled on that it was merely a nightmare until he finally left my room. I wouldn't burden Emmett with my problems, no matter how much I wanted to. Not that I deserved to be able to.

As soon as I heard my door shut, I grabbed a CD that Phil had given me for my seventeenth birthday and put it into my CD player. Phil had an...interesting selection of music and so when he gave me the disc, I was very hesitant. But, much to my surprise, I found that the heavy sound of rock that was in the music helped me drown out my thoughts most of the time. Sadly, this was not one of those times. (A/N: Its Linkin Park, just so you know. I like trying to stick to the original story line as much as possible even though all the characters are human and Stephenie Meyer said it was Linkin Park. Check it out on her site.)

My thoughts weren't clouded by the music. In fact, they were clearer than they had ever been and as much as I hate to admit it, it scared me. I didn't like to revel in my thoughts for the fear that I wouldn't be able to handle it. Breaking down was not something that I wished to do at this moment and not deserving it just added to my reasons why I shouldn't.

The week passed with few occurrences. It was beginning to become a pattern. I would spend my days preparing myself for my classes and getting ahead on the school work that I had already received and at night I would check my email only to find that I had received more emails from different ex-classmates, telling me how much James' death was my fault. The sad thing was that I believed everything that they said. It was my fault, and now I had to deal with the consequences.

I found that I had to always wear my headphones to listen to the emails now. Emmett was always home due to the fact that the Cullen's and Hale's went on a last minute vacation to New York and wouldn't be back until the Sunday night before school began. Unfortunately for Emmett, that meant that Rosalie would be gone until then. For me, it just meant that I would have more time until I meant the infamous Alice. From what I had heard, she was very pixie-like. About 4'9 and full of energy. And a shopaholic. I didn't want to be the one to tell her that I didn't like shopping. Fortunately for me, her famous puppy dog pout, the one that she used to get whatever she wanted, couldn't be used on me, especially since I couldn't see it. Yet another gift that came from being blind.

Though, I admit, I could have used her at some times. I found that it was easier to prep my outfits for the week. I didn't want to have to be feeling around for clothing in the morning, hoping that whatever I picked out would match or wouldn't look absolutely ridiculous on me.

On occasion, I would receive calls from teachers, asking exactly how to teach certain lessons if I wasn't able to see. Telling them that I was perfectly capable of doing everything that a normal student could do obviously wasn't enough, especially for my English and Biology teachers. For English, my teacher, Mrs. Kent, had to be reassured that I had copies of all the novels that would be read in class in Braille copies. It was a relief for her because to order books now would have been impossible. For me, it was just easier. Having all the mentioned books on her reading list meant that I didn't have to reread all of them, though I probably would just for the pleasure of it.

As for my Biology teacher, Mr. Banner, I had to make a compromise for the labs that I wouldn't be able to do. I had to call in my old biology teacher from Phoenix, Mr. Stevens, to send in my old labs so that Mr. Banner would have a record. I had already done all the same work in Phoenix; so instead, I would just work on work sheets. School was beginning to be way too easy.

And yet, though most of my school-related stress was gone, I still woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Every night. And every night Emmett would come into the room, though he would now open the door before bounding in, and try and get me to tell him what was wrong. But I couldn't. If I told him, he wouldn't be able to face me without being ashamed. And I would expect nothing less than shame. After a few days, he and Charlie would just not come, though it was mainly because I always told them that I was fine. I would never admit just how much I needed to spill my guts.

On Sunday evening, the night before school began, I received a call from my new psychiatrist's secretary informing me that my first appointment would be after school the next day. Why was I not surprised? It may have been because Charlie had been warning me all week that I was going to have to talk to someone eventually. But to me, I still believed most shrinks were all the same. Knowing that I shouldn't judge him so quickly without meeting him, I let it go and decided to take a chance. This may be the one that actually makes a difference. Though I would probably beat them with my cain if they asked me "how I feel." It seems that I have been resisting the urge to beat people a lot lately.

Sunday night was spent meditating. I needed to prepare myself mentally for the first day of school. I hated to admit it, but I was scared. Starting over was something I had wanted, but knowing that people around here had never had to deal with a blind girl was making me nervous. Getting babied all the time and being treated like I was an idiot was not part of my new life, but I wouldn't put it past the townspeople to implant it into my new life anyway. I wouldn't want my unusually short temper to make me seem like I was always that angry. They were so old-fashioned I could almost imagine these townspeople pulling out the torches and pitchforks if they heard that there were vampires in their quaint little town. (A/N: Sorry, I couldn't resist :)


The next morning, I woke at the usual 6: 30 AM. After showering and having my human moments, I went downstairs, without tripping much to my surprise, to find that Charlie was already up and ready to leave. I sat down with my decaffeinated coffee and reveled in the sounds of the morning. Sounds in Forks were much different from those of Phoenix. In Phoenix, you couldn't hear nature's song because the bustle of the city was always overpowering everything else. But in Forks, the sounds of nature just came out. I could hear the birds rustling away in their nests, the crickets making their music, and the frequent patter of rain hitting the concrete. It was different but in a good way.

Minutes or maybe even hours later, Emmett came downstairs ready to leave. He just couldn't wait for me to meet Rosalie, not that I wasn't excited to meet the girl who had been giving my brother all the love he deserved.

After grabbing my jacket, we headed out to his Jeep. The lingering scent of rain in the air was clean and refreshing, something that didn't compare to the dry air of Phoenix. Most days I would find that the rain was annoying, but today, it meant that the rain had washed away the past and it was giving me a new start. It was giving me something that I had wanted for a whole year.

The drive was entertaining for me, especially since Emmett had decided to start singing along to Avril Lavigne's song, Girlfriend. (A/N: Just imagine him singing it. It's hilarious). As we pulled into what I assumed was the school parking lot, I could only imagine what the school looked like. I couldn't remember it clearly from the last time I had actually seen it, but the picture of several small buildings that resembled small houses all grouped into one small area was implanted in my mind. I jumped out of the car and surprised myself yet again by not toppling over as soon as I hit the ground. It seemed as if losing one sense had caused me to gain some balance. I thought too soon because I took one step forward and tripped over what I was guessing was thin air. Emmett came around and hooked his arm with mine and led me to the front office. Though I already had my schedule, I still needed to grab my attendance slip for my teachers to sign.

As we walked, I heard the sound of gravel crunching underneath the passerby's feet. From the sound of it, other students and faculty were already arriving for the day. And out of Forks High's entire school population of about three hundred and fifty-eight students, now three hundred and fifty-nine, I was the newest attraction. I could feel the stares of people all around me, almost as if I was the lion that was about to jump through the ring of fire.

I felt the cool air rush past me as we entered the building that I was assuming was the front office. Emmett tugged me along, though I already knew my way around very well. I could feel the carpet beneath my feet, making it difficult for me to hear the sounds of people walking around unless they were dragging their feet. We walked up to the front desk and heard the taps of fingers on a keyboard, typing away quickly.

"Mrs. Cope?" Emmett called. I heard the typing come to a halt and felt the familiar feel of the secretary's stare on my eyes. I decided now would be the perfect time to introduce myself. "Hello Mrs. Cope, my name is Isabella Swan and I am a new student here." She composed herself and replied, "Oh yes, we've been expecting you. Did you need your schedule?" I shook my head no and spoke, "No, I just needed the attendance slip for my teachers." I could imagine her nodding her head as she shuffled papers looking for the sheet of paper.

"Ah, found it! Well, all you have to do is get your teachers to sign it and return it at the end of the day." I nodded and pulled Emmett along to leave the office. As we walked out the door, I welcomed the scent of the clean air. The office had had the strong smell of potpourri that was way too overpowering for such a small room. Faintly, I began hearing the clicking of heals coming nearer and nearer to us. It almost seemed as if the person were stomping their way over here.

"EMMETT SWAN!!" The voice was obviously a female's but even angry, it sounded beautiful. And the only person that I could assume would be angry with Emmett was the one and only Rosalie, someone that I could guess I was just about to meet.

"Rose! I want you to mee-" Just as he was about to introduce me, she cut him off. "And who exactly did you want me to meet Emmett?! This girl. I can't believe you are cheating on me! Do you honestly think that I am so stupid that by pretending not to have another girl on your arm, I would assume that she was just a friend?" Before she could go any further, I decided now was the right time to intervene.

"Hi, you must be Rosalie. My name is Bella. I'm Emmett's sister." I could just picture her mouth dropping open in surprise. My guess was that Emmett wanted to surprise her by introducing me. I just couldn't believe that she would think that Emmett would cheat on her with someone that looked like me. I mean, I didn't compare to what Rosalie looked like according to Emmett's description of her.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Emmett why the hell didn't you tell me that she was your sister?!" I almost burst out laughing when I heard a smack, which I assumed was her hand coming into contact with his arm.

"Ow! What the heck, Rose?! I was just about to introduce her to you, but you automatically assumed I was cheating on you! How can you think that? I love you." I had to turn away from the "aw" that came out of her mouth and the noises afterwards that I could only assume was them making out. I personally didn't want to hear them, but I had to deal with it. After clearing my throat multiple times in order to get their attention, they finally got the picture and Emmett showed me to my first class, English. After bidding the lovely couple goodbye, since they both had senior classes, and promising them that I would sit with them at lunch, I found Mrs. Kent's desk and handed her the form. She and I were going to get allow well. She was beyond impressed with my past grades in English classes and by the fact that I had already read all the material that we would be studying. For me, it just meant less work. I could just pull out my old essays and not have to worry so much. Yes, school was going to be very easy.

My cain in front of me, I found my way to my seat. The classroom was still empty, other than Mrs. Kent and me. I took out my notebook and doodled. Most would wonder why I would doodle, especially since I can't see. But much like many other things that I do, being blind doesn't affect my ability to pick up a pencil and draw or write. It just means that I can't see what I drew; though I can always feel the creases in the paper to imagine what I drew.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of the first bell ringing, signaling time for the students to go to class. I started taking deep breathes, preparing myself for the tedium I was just about to face. I exhaled slowly when I heard the first shuffles of feet. The sounds got louder as they passed by me but not without gaping at me for a few moments. Soon after, more students entered, chatting away and then becoming silent as they saw me, not able to look me in the eyes without seeing the milky veil. After receiving so many glances such as these, I didn't even blush. It had become normal, not that I wanted it to be. I wanted to be normal, but that was obviously not something that I deserved.

After a few more moments of gawking from other students, the tardy bell rang. The sound of shuffling and the scraping of chairs all around the classroom signaled me to "look" up to the front of the class. Now was the moment that I dreaded. I knew and hated what was going to happen next.

"Hello class. Welcome to another year of school. I hope your summer break was pleasant, but now that it is over, we need to get back to work. We have a new student this year. Her name is Isabella Swan. Please raise your hand, dear." And there it was, the signal for me to embarrass myself. I raised my hand slightly and then lowered it back down, heat becoming concentrated on my cheeks as I blushed.

Mrs. Kent continued her discussion on the books we would be reading. Having heard it all before, I kept my head down and avoided the gazes of the other curious students. My head would be down a lot this year.

After what seemed like hours later when in reality it was only about one hour later, the bell rang, dismissing class. I gathered my books into my bag, grabbed my cain, and stood to leave when I heard someone stop in front of me. "Hi, I'm Eric Yorkie. You must be Isabella." He seemed nice enough, but from what I could hear in his voice, I could picture him as the overly helpful chess club type. "I prefer Bella. Nice to meet you Eric."

"What class do you have next?" he asked. Yes, he was the overly helpful type. "I have Trigonometry."

"Awesome, so do I. Do you need help finding your way?"

"No thank you. I know my way. You are welcome to walk with me, though." I didn't want to be rude. As much as I hated the attention, I knew better than to go and hurt someone's feelings.

We walked on to Mr. Varner's class where everything was the same as English. Of course, it seems Varner is out to get me. He made me introduce myself to the whole class and I probably resembled a tomato for at least five minutes. Apparently, his toe hadn't healed from the stapler yet.

Much to my distaste, I met the school gossip in this class. I believe her name was Jessica. I could imagine her as one of the followers of the head girl a.k.a the alpha hyena. Jessica was one of the lesser hyenas that followed orders when it came to attacking the baby gazelles a.k.a the good people of Forks High. I made a mental note to steer clear of her and the head hyena. I didn't need someone like her going around spreading gossip about me and my blindness. I already had enough attention without her.

Class continued with the murmurs of other students about me and Mr. Varner not noticing nor caring what the students were talking about. As soon as the bell rang, I shot out of class, trying my best to get away without running into others. As I passed through the buildings, the students spread like the Red Sea, whispering and asking questions about the new blind girl.

Ignoring the many whispers, I made it to my Spanish class and handed my slip to the teacher, Senorita Rodriguez. I took my seat without having to introduce myself, much to my relief, and just began concentrating on the sounds around me. About five minutes later, I heard footsteps come towards me and stop right in front of my desk.

"Hey. My. Name. Is. Mike. You. Must. Be. Isabella." He was talking to me like I was an idiot! I felt anger wash over me but quickly composed myself and plastered a sweet smile on my face. I faced towards the voice. I spoke like I would to a child, "Why, hello Mike. Did you know that I'm blind, not deaf or stupid?" My voice was still composed when I finished. "Oh and by the way, it's Bella." I looked down and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. Suddenly, I felt his hand stroke my cheek. It sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Hey, Bella. How about this? You, me, movies on Friday." His words came out as a statement. As if he expected me to just go with him. I could already guess who he thought he was. He was one of those guys that was always chased after in high school then ended up as a taxi driver. Great, just great. But before I could reply to his "request," I was interrupted by a tinkling, bell-like voice. "Mike, get lost. She doesn't want to go out with you. Go ask Jessica, she would gladly go with you to the janitor's closet." I had to cover my mouth to stop my laughter. I heard as Mike huffed and stormed away. I turned towards the sound of a chair scraping next to me to thank my beautifully-voiced savior.

But she beat me to the punch. "Hi, I'm Alice, Alice Cullen. You must be Bella Swan, Emmett's sister." I nodded and unconsciously smiled. This person sounded exactly as I imagined her: peppy, happy, and full of spunk. I imagined that she was as cute as a kitten, but when she wanted something, she was fierce. "Ah, so you are the famous Alice, sister of Edward and girlfriend of Jasper. I've heard a lot about you from Emmett. Thanks for keeping Emmett out of trouble. You and Rosalie have probably saved him from going to jail for his crazy shenanigans." She and I laughed, but I already knew that I was jealous. Her laughter was like delicate chimes, high pitched but musical.

We talked about random things, such as Emmett and his behavior. She informed me that Emmett had gone streaking on a dare throughout the school before a football game. He never got caught because he was supposedly prepping for the game. There's Emmett for you.

Spanish passed with few occurrences, leaving only lunch, biology and gym left for my day. Alice and I walked together since she sat with Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. Though, as I walked into the lunch room, I felt the stares of at least one hundred people on me. I was used to this, but it was just getting plain annoying. Why did people find the need to just stare at me? The least they could do is try and not just directly stare and gawk. Even if I am blind, it's not hard to tell that they stare.

After grabbing a bottle of lemonade and having to draw the lunch lady's attention away from my eyes, Alice and I walked over to the table where Emmett greeted me with a big bear hug and Rosalie and Jasper said a small "hello." There was a comfortable silence before the conversation began.

"So, Bella, have you met the school snobs yet?" Jasper asked curiously, but there was a hint of humor in his voice. My mind automatically reminded me of Jessica Stanley. I could definitely see her as one of the hyenas. "Oh, you mean the hyena, Jessica?" All went silent before everyone started cracking up. "I like your comparison, Bella. I'm glad you haven't befriended her. She would just use you. But you haven't met Lauren Mallory yet?" I shook my head "no" but didn't ask questions. I could imagine this Lauren. Bottle blonde that acted like a bimbo. She was probably the goal of every high school player, but she gave in easily. She was definitely someone that I would avoid at all costs. The head hyena had nothing of interest to offer me.

"Well, speak of the Devil and she shall come." Rosalie spoke under her breathe just loud enough for our table to hear. I heard the loud clicks of heels, stilettos from what I could hear, come closer to our table from directly in front of me. Of course, the hyena would wear heals.

"Hi, I'm like, Lauren. You must be, like, Isabella. I see you chose to like hang out with these like freaks. You can come and like sit with us instead of these like, losers." I had to bite my lip from laughing. Her vocabulary and the overuse of the word "like" was purely hysterical and I could hear everyone else muffle their laughter. I turned towards her voice and smiled innocently. "Well, hi Lauren. I'm Bella. And guess what? The only loser I see here is you. Get lost." I don't know where the sudden bout of courage came from, but I liked it. She huffed and sloppily tried to strut away. As soon as she was gone, the rest of the table and I burst out laughing. Suddenly, everyone went silent and I felt the atmosphere tense.

"Now, now, Ms. Swan. That wasn't very nice," the angelic voice whispered seductively in my ear. I knew it was Edward, but the way he spoke was disgusting. As if he was trying to seduce me. A shiver went down my spine, and it wasn't a good shiver. It was one of those "I-think-I'm-going-to-be-sick" shivers that made me just want to spin around and hit him. This was sad because I had honestly thought that Edward was a good guy.

"Hello Edward." I spoke curtly, not wanting to give him the idea that I wanted him to continue talking to me that way. "Edward, what do you want?" It was Alice that spoke this time. She had obviously seen him act this way before, meaning that he wasn't just a jock; he was a player and obviously a good one.

"Why Alice, can't I just come by and sit with my friends and family?" His voice held shock that mockingly stood out. If only at this moment I could grab my cain, he would definitely get a whack. "No, Edward, you can't. You haven't sat with us since we first moved here. I don't expect you to just come back out of nowhere." Emmett spoke quietly, but his voice was menacing. I knew they were friends, but when Emmett was angry, you didn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger. I didn't say anything for fear that I would end up getting angrier.

"Well you all, I just wanted to come by and welcome Bella to Forks High. I was wondering if she has been able to appreciate all the good things this school has to offer." He spoke innocently, but his tone was suggestive. Luckily, before he could speak anymore, the bell rang for class. I hurriedly picked up my cain and book bag and left. The Edward I had met was polite and quiet, not the player that just hit on me.

I went straight to Biology, got my slip signed by Mr. Banner, and sat in my seat. After a few minutes of listening to students bustle in and feeling the stares of people on me, I heard the scraping of the chair next to me. Their hot breathe blew over my ear, making me shiver in disgust as they whispered, "Hello Bella." Edward Cullen. I was already beginning to hate him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I didn't want to be one of his new make-out buddies.

"Edward, just back off okay? I'm no Lauren. Just go and take her to the janitor's closet, okay?" He didn't speak after that, but I could tell that he was shocked. No one had probably ever spoken to him that way before, but I figured it was a chance for him to get a taste of rejection. He couldn't always get what he wanted.

Class began with the normal banter about what the class would be made up of and things of that manner. I had to admit, everything Mr. Banner discussed was review for me. In Phoenix, this class was taken in my freshmen year. I would probably learn more on a trip to the Kansas Underground Salt Museum than in this class. Not that a visit to KUSM wouldn't be interesting.

Towards the end of class, I felt something warm touch my leg. It went from my knee and started going up my thigh. I swatted away Edward's hand and glared at him. I could tell he was smirking, but I wasn't having any of that. I smiled innocently and grabbed my cain as stealthily as I could. I leaned forward with my hand on the side of my neck. My foot touched Edward's and playfully tapped it. Just when I knew that he thought I was giving in to his will, I hit his foot with my cain. He quietly hissed in pain and cursed under his breathe. I held in my laugh and as soon as the bell rang, I smiled at him and left.

Gym was simple for me because I couldn't exactly do anything. The coach hadn't found any exercises that I could do that weren't stationary so he just allowed me to sit out. The sound of the coach's whistle and rubber screeching against the wooden court was all that I heard for the entire class. As soon as we were dismissed, I walked out to find that Emmett was waiting for me. He quickly apologized for Edward's behavior, that is, until I told him what had happened. He and I laughed heartily until we reached the Jeep. It was then that I remembered my appointment with the doctor. Let's just say that I wasn't exactly excited to meet him, whoever he was.


OK, I did it!! Next is the psychiatrist appointment!! Thanks to Blindwind for helping me out!! OH, and it turns out that I was wrong to say that Bella was pronounced legally blind. It turns out, she is just blind. In fact, I found out that I an legally blind. I just wear contacts to correct my vision. Thank you again Aden101!!

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