Disclaimer: No I do not own Twilight. Only my original character Lucy.

AN: So this story has been fighting for attention for about a year in my head now. It takes place before Edward leaves Bella in New Moon. As you can tell from this chapter, there will be quite a bit of Bella bashing - so sorry to any fans of her out there - (personally I find her character ruins the story but that's just my opinion). But if Bella was in the story as a good character then there wouldn't be any need for Lucy ;) And she needs her story to be told, ok now I'm rambling. Toodles ~Zyii

Kindly Edited by: Mione Boleyn

ONE – 4 Weeks Earlier

They told her she could either be home schooled or finish her education at a school of her choosing. She picked option number two; a school of her choosing. She didn't think she could handle being home schooled. She picked a school no one even knew existed, to be fair it was in a different country, no way was she remaining in England where everyone knew every detail of her life. She wanted a chance to make a clean break and she hated the sunshine, it reminded her of happy carefree people, so she picked a small, non-populated area of America. Forks, Washington it was called. She reckoned with a town of so few people the chances of people knowing or recognising her were very slim.

She was already going to stand out like a sore thumb, she was actually eighteen already, not seventeen, yet she was going into her last year of school. She managed to get a house on the outskirts of the town, it was a small cottage only built for one person. It had three rooms. A kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom that doubled as a sitting room.

It was currently filled with boxes that she had yet to unpack. Her maid Greta had begged her to be allowed to accompany her to Forks but she had declined, as much as she loved Greta she needed this fresh start and Greta would only bring up unwanted memories. She used to be the kind of girl who loved fashion, makeup and boys but she hardly cared for those things now. She still wore the clothes and the makeup but she took no joy from it. She had no time for boys. They didn't want her anyway, not now.

She'd been here a week and still hadn't explored the town, she didn't want to because she was scared. She worried still that someone might recognise her and then all the moving would have been for nothing. Tomorrow however, was the first day of school so she couldn't hide forever. Her gleaming green mini was sitting outside her house waiting to be driven. She knew it would make her stand out even more – the cars around here didn't seem that expensive. However, it was her dream car and she thought she deserved it. It was really the only present she'd ever got so she was going to make the most of it – and ignore the fact that she bought it herself.

When she woke up the following morning, the idea of breakfast was halted as her stomach nervously churned, who needed breakfast anyway? She drove to school slowly, her hands shaking on the wheel as she went. She was right, she was definitely going to stand out, people were already staring at the car and she hadn't even got out yet.

It was as if time stood still as she exited the car, everyone was staring at her. She panicked thinking something was on her face or clothes but looking down she saw nothing. She didn't think she looked that bad but now she wasn't that sure. She wore tight skinny light wash jeans with tan heels, a white tank top and a light pink blazer. Her almost white hair was curled to her shoulders, her lips stained a lovely peach colour and her eyes their normal dazzling blue.

She hoped people hadn't recognised her already, America was a big place and she'd only really made the news in England. Don't panic she kept whispering to herself.

'Hi I'm Eric, you're Lucy right' said an overly happy guy as he bounced over.

Lucy was too stunned to do anything other than nod.

'Is it true you moved here because your parents died?' he asked in a stage whisper.

She flinched, and so it begins.

She was bombarded with questions all morning, all of them slowly chipping away at the walls she'd created.

'Is it true you're really eighteen?'

'Is it true you killed your parents?'

'Is it true you're here because no one wanted you?'

'Did your parents leave you because you're so ugly?'

'We don't want you either, you dress like a worthless whore'.

She didn't know kids could be so mean, no scratch that, she knew they could be mean, she just didn't think the mean words would follow her here. The last sign of her fresh start came in the form of a brown eyed beauty whose shyness and awkward attitude was completely fake. She had apparently made it her mission to terrorise Lucy though Lucy had no idea why. She just didn't like the way it made her feel, words ran through her mind; worthless, slut, unimportant, die, die, die! All the while there was a small voice in the back of her mind; you should have picked the home school option.

By the time English class came Lucy was beyond unhappy and she still had lunch hour and the afternoon to go. She was asked to sit next to a beautiful blonde haired girl who seemed to think herself above everyone else. She was one of the few who hadn't spoken a word to Lucy since she'd arrived, so Lucy decided to test the waters.

'Hi, I'm Lucy' she said politely with a small wave.

Her only answer was gaining the attention of the blonde girl who had very piecing eye, Lucy gulped.

'What have you been studying in English?' she asked quietly.

Still no response, Lucy sighed, she could hear people giggling around her and felt something hit her head. She refused to turn around.

Her eyes felt heavy but she refused to let the tears spill, 'I'm sorry for talking to you, I know I'm the reject that no one wants. I just thought I'd try to make a friend you know but I see now that's impossible. I won't talk to you anymore, so you don't have to worry about your reputation' said Lucy quietly, trying to stop her sniffling.

She thought that she saw a hint of sympathy and guilt behind those piercing eyes before it was gone.

As she walked into the lunch room some time later, she wished she could just turn round and walk out. It was like looking at a lion's den, every pupil was another lion waiting to rip her apart. She'd made it this far, no sense in backing out now, she made her way to an empty table figuring it to be the safest. People were sort of ignoring her but her attention was attracted to a table of six people. She recognised two of them, one was the blonde from English and the other was the brown haired girl who'd been making her first day miserable. She didn't recognise the others, three boys and one girl.

The girl – though she was sitting down – seemed short, had pixie hair and seemed very energetic, there was a boy sitting next to her and their close proximity hinted that there was a relationship going on there. He had short curly blonde hair and a serious expression, she noticed he looked sad and mentally scolded herself, a few seconds later his expression changed to a more relaxed one and his eyes briefly locked with hers – his expression shocked, she nodded her head in his direction.

The last unknown person was sitting next to the brown haired monster, he had short bronzed tousled hair and bright liquid gold eyes. He seemed tensed about something. He remained motionless until his gaze locked with Lucy's, then she felt it.

Get out of my mind, mind reader she mentally scolded him.

He looked utterly shocked and she saw him converse hurriedly with the others at his table.

Lucy went back to eating her lunch and ignoring all others until she felt something cold fall onto her face. Looking up she saw that someone had 'spilled' bolognaise all over her, looking around for the culprit she came face to face with the brown haired annoyance.

'Oops, I'm SO SORRY' she said totally fake, 'I must have slipped on the floor'.

Lucy spared no glance to anyone as she ran from the room, if this was the first day of school, she would not last long.