A/N: Hi guys! Now that all the introductory information has been written, we can get on with the story! Enjoy xx (There is a link to Bella's outfit in my profile – go check it out, I'm currently loving this look.)

Chapter 2 – First Day

I hear a faint beeping noise in the depths of sleepy land inside my head. Determined to ignore it, I squeeze my eyes shut and attempt to ignore it. Attempt failed. The beeping noise gets louder and louder that I have to do something about it. Groaning and rubbing the back of my hand over my eyes, I blindly flail around to shut the damn alarm clock off. My hand hits the button, but the beeping continues. With another groan, I open my eyes fully and look at my alarm clock. It's not actually ringing. Confused, I sit up, and listen to the beeping noise. That's when I realised that it was coming from next door. A cold gust of wind flies through my open window and I jump back into bed and burrow under the covers, yet whichever way I pull the quilt, the cold air seeps in somehow. Giving up, I throw the covers aside and hunt for my fluffy dressing gown to keep me warm. I pull it off the coatrack, and go back to sit beside the window. The beeping has finally stopped, and I look at my own clock. 5:30am. WHAT? Is there a sane person that actually wakes up that early for school?

Clearly the Cullens do.

I walk out onto the balcony and lean on the railing, when the doors from the room opposite mine open, and a handsome guy walks out onto his balcony. My jaw drops. My mind only registers two words. He's. Gorgeous. He shakes his head to clear the sleepiness, and then he sees me looking at him from my window, which is directly opposite his, two metres away.

'Hi, I'm your new neighbour.' I say with a small wave.

'Oh hi! So you're Chief Swan's daughter?'

'Yeah, one of. My sister's next door, probably still sleeping like the dead.' I chuckle.

'What's so funny?' He asks.

'Oh nothing, just remembering the time I blasted a trumpet solo in her ear and she barely woke up. Well, she did, but then she fell back asleep right away.' I laugh.

'You play the trumpet?'

'Used to. I sucked. I prefer the piano and guitar.' I say.

'Really? I play the piano too. You can probably see it from there.' He gestures behind him, and I see a black upright piano, covered from head to toe in sheet music.

'Wow, that's a lot of sheet music.' I say, my eyes wide.

'Yeah, I compose, and the papers on the floor are all my discarded drafts.' He says with a laugh. 'Hey, I'm so sorry, I don't even know your name.'

'Oh, my name's Bella. It's actually Isabella, but call me Bella. Isabella's too formal for my taste. And your name is…?'

'Edward. And no nicknames whatsoever. They all sound terrible.' He rolls his eyes.

I run through the nicknames associated with Edward through my head, and cringe when I come up with Eddie. 'Yup, I see what you mean.' I grimace.

'Finally! Someone who understands.' He laughs. 'My siblings just don't get it. Anyway, what are you doing up so early?'

'Actually, I should be asking you that question. I woke up from your alarm.' I look at him wryly.

'Well, my father works at the hospital, and he's always got the dawn shift, so he's got to get up at 5:30, and the rest of the house just like having plenty of time before school. My mother's due at the interior design business at 8:30, so she gets up with the rest of us, since we start at 9. Edward explains.

'Well, don't judge, but my alarm's set for 7:30.'

'No judgement whatsoever. 7:30's a very practical time to wake up. We're just early birds.'

'Clearly.'

'Hey, I'm sorry. I'll get Carlisle, my dad, to turn it down if you'd like.' He says apologetically.

'Oh no, it's okay. I left my window open last night, so it was probably my fault I heard it. And plus, I'm a light sleeper, unlike Rose.' I mutter.

'Rose is your sister, correct?'

'Yeah.'

'So, where did you move?' Edward asks curiously.

'Florida. It's practically the complete opposite here. Constant rain… no sun.'

'You don't like the rain?'

'Nah, it's okay, I just don't like being cold.' I shrug.

'Well, you shouldn't be too cold down here, all the schools in Forks have recently installed powerful heating systems.'

'Oh they have? Last time I was here, I was freezing my butt off walking to every class.'

'Yeah, they put them in halfway through last semester. Hey, you said "last time I was here". You've been here before?'

'Yeah, I lived here until I was twelve, then I moved with Rose to my mum's place in Jacksonville.' I clarify.

'So you must know the place pretty well then!'

'This area, not so much. I lived in a different house when I was younger.'

'Oh, I see. So what year are you studying?'

'I'm a senior this year.'

'Cool, same. I'll show you around the place. They put in a new wing of classrooms designed for all different purposes, so it's quite confusing for someone who's never been there before. It took me two weeks to understand it all.' Edward chuckles.

'That's reassuring.' I say dryly.

'Ah, you'll be fine with directions, seeing as I'm going to be walking you everywhere. Right?'

'Right.'

'Hey, so back to what we were talking about earlier, you play the piano and guitar?' Edward asks.

'Yeah, I'm getting my piano shipped over, so it should arrive sometime soon.' I say, motioning to the corner where it would sit.

'Cool, you compose much?'

'Yeah, I compose a bit, when I've got the inspiration.' I sigh.

'EDWARD!' I hear coming from the Cullen house.

'WHAT?' Edward snaps.

'Come here! I need you to move my closet – I dropped a shoe behind it!' A girl yells.

'God dammit Alice! Can't you get Emmett to move it?' He yells.

'He refused to! So you're the only one who can help!'

'Well I refuse as well!' He shouts.

Alice's voice takes on a sweeter tone. 'Pretty please Edward? You know you love your sister.'

'Ugh. Fine. I can tell you've got the puppy dog face on from your tone of voice. You know I can't resist that.' Edward sighs. 'I'll be there in a minute.'

'Thank you! I love you Edward!' Alice squeals.

'Can't say the same.' Edward mutters.

'I HEARD THAT!' Alice shrieks.

Edward doesn't reply. Instead, he turns back to me and sends me an apologetic look. 'Sorry about that. I have a very dysfunctional family. Alice can be overwhelming at times. Anyway, you were saying that you compose as well?'

'Yeah, when I've got the inspiration. Hopefully a new town should spike up a couple of melodies.' I shrug.

'I agree. Maybe even some new people too.' Edward says, giving me a meaningful look. 'Anyway, I'll see you at school. Come find me when you're off to first period.'

'Thanks Edward. It means a lot to me.' I smile.

'No problem. See you.'

'See you.' I say, as he walks back into his room and closes the balcony doors.

I lean back against wall and sigh. Edward seems to be a really nice person, and I'm probably one of the luckiest people in the world to live right opposite his bedroom. And I have to admit, he's extremely good looking. Bronze hair, green eyes, full lips… what more could you ask for?

I shake my head. Stop it Bella. I order myself. He's probably got a whole crowd of girls pining after him; you don't need to join them.

I look at his closed balcony doors one last time before I head inside. I sit on my bed, wondering what to do with all this time. I'm already awake, so there's no point going back to bed, and I'm lacking a companion to talk with. Instead, I get up, and inspect my closet, looking for an outfit to go to school in. I've been denied this novelty for five years, having to wear the same old crappy uniform every day, so it's seems like a privilege that I actually get to pick my own clothes.

After racking every drawer of my closet at least four times, I decide on a lacy white half-sleeve top with a short navy blue chiffon skirt, and a thin black belt to finish it off. I put on a denim jacket over the top, and slip my feet into some white ballet flats with a two inch heel. I look myself up and down in the full length mirror, and I quite like the ensemble I've pieced together.

Walking into the bathroom, I lift up my limp hair and sigh. In the cold, damp weather, my hair goes limp, and makes me look like a half-drowned cat that had its fur straightened by a two-year old. After standing in front of the mirror for a good ten minutes, I finally run some mousse through my hair, and curl the ends with the curling iron I found in the cupboard. Why Charlie has a curling iron in his house, I don't want to know. Once my hair looks somewhat acceptable, I get out some eyeliner pencil and mascara, not bothering with foundation. One good thing about the cool, wet weather is that my pimples go into hibernation and don't come out for a good couple of months. So I guess my foundation can go live in the bathroom cupboard for a while. A light outline with the pencil, and coating of mascara satisfies my inner beauty consultant, and I walk out of the bathroom with my self-esteem slightly higher than usual.

However, there's one thing that I find so funny about mascara. There's this turning point, where you apply just a bit too much, that your eyelashes stop being eyelashes and turn into spiders' legs. The mascara then clumps together, and seems to make the spiders' legs have arthritic joints. That fact should be printed in every OK! Magazine to stop all those beauty obsessed girls looking like they murdered multiple arachnids and stuck their limbs to their face. Just saying.

Even though it takes me a good half an hour to get ready, it's only 6:15am when I get back into my room, merely because of my extremely early start to the day. Since I have a couple of hours to kill, I head downstairs to make breakfast and prepare some ingredients for dinner. At first I worried that I would wake Charlie and Rose up with all the banging around that I do in the kitchen, but then I realised that they both sleep like the dead, so I continued on downstairs, humming as I did.

After rummaging around in the fridge for things to cook, I emerged with a chicken breast and various vegetables and set them down on the counter. From here, I proceeded to chop up the vegetables into chunks, and marinate the meat in a mix of soy and oyster sauce, adding a whole two tablespoons of chili into it. Yes – The Swan family likes their spice. I then wrapped it all in glad wrap and placed it in a large compartment in the fridge. From here, I got out bacon rashers, potatoes, and a loaf of bread to cook breakfast with. I poured a teaspoon of oil into the pan, and laid out six rashers of bacon across the sizzling surface. While it cooked, I cut the potatoes up into small chunks, added milk and cream, then dolloped the mixture next to the bacon. My home made hash browns are a slight variation off the regular café ones, appearance wise, but their home made, so don't judge.

The aroma of the sizzling bacon wafts into my nose and my mouth waters. Not being able to resist any longer, I tear off a bit of bacon and pop it into my mouth. I sigh in contentment and close my eyes, savouring the delicious taste.

'I saw that Bells.' Charlie's amused voice comes from the doorway.

I refused to acknowledge being caught and played dumb. 'Saw what?'

Charlie sighs and chuckles. 'Still the same, I see. You could never resist taking a small bit out of the pan whenever I was cooking when you were younger.'

I laugh at the memory. 'Yeah, that habit of mine hasn't changed. Anyway, what are you doing up now? It's a little early.'

'Oh, I've got to go to the police station. They want me there early this morning to keep tabs on the drink drivers we caught last night.'

'Wow, some partying must have occurred last night.'

'Yeah, we weren't expecting it, the parties usually happen on Saturday night, not Sunday. Uh, do you mind if I…' Charlie trails off, looking into the pan.

I laugh. 'Go ahead.'

'Thanks Bells.' Charlie rummages around in the cupboard for a plate, and piles his plate up with bacon, hash browns and toast. He gets out a plate for me as well, and piles that up too.

I put the remaining food into a container, and covered it so it would still be warm for when Rose came down. Charlie and I sat at the breakfast bar, and dug in to our delicious breakfast, if I don't say so myself.

Fifteen minutes later, a sleepy looking Rose drags herself down the stairs and flops onto a stool.

'Mhng.' She mumbles.

'Sorry, what was that?' I ask, teasingly.

She glares at me, and her face plants into her hands.

'There's bacon and hash browns.'

She sits up abruptly. 'What! Where?'

I laugh at her reaction, and decide to tease her a bit more. 'Nah, just joking. It's cornflakes and milk.'

She narrows her eyes, and gives me such a look, that if looks could kill, I'd be dead nine times over.

'I'm just teasing. Get up, the food's on the counter.' I roll my eyes.

Rose perks up again. 'Really?'

'Yup.' I jerk my knife in the direction of the Tupperware.

The rest of the food was gone in an instant.

After it all went down Rose's oesophagus, she let out a large burp, earning a glare from Charlie.

'Okay, that has to stop.' He sighs.

'I'm sorry! My digestive system isn't listening to me!'

He shakes his head and stands up. 'Okay girls, I've got to go. My other car's in the garage, so you two can use it to get around when need be. Oh, and by the way, I've already ordered your school books. You can pick them up from reception when you get to school.'

'Okay, cool. Bye Dad.'

He leaves the breakfast bar to get his gear and I wash up our plates. When the plates are standing on the drying rack, I walk back up to my room and throw the necessities into my dark brown satchel, such as my pencil case, spare notepad, and an extra jumper, in case the wind picked up. It wasn't scheduled to rain today, so I'm relying on the weather man for this one.

'Come on Rose, let's go.' I call to her as I pick up Charlie's car keys off the counter.

'Coming.' Rose says, walking down the stairs.

After a good five minutes of searching, we finally find the door that leads into the garage, where Charlie's other car is parked. When we finally enter the garage, it's a silver-grey Audi with some pretty snazzy headlights and leather seats. I press the unlock button on the keys, and the car unlocks with a beep and some flashing lights on the side mirrors.

'You want to drive, or should I?' I ask.

'You drive. I don't think I'm mentally capable to drive in a straight line yet.' Rose chuckles.

'Yeah… Okay, get in.'

I clamber into the left side of the car and survey all the controls. It's not too different to Renee's car, so I'll probably be able to learn as I go. I rev the engine, and am about to back out of the garage, when I realise I haven't opened the door yet. I mentally face palm, and search for the door control on Charlie's ring of keys. Once I manage to successfully get out of the driveway, the rest of the trip goes smoothly, and we end up reaching Forks High in fifteen minutes, giving us a good forty-five minutes to settle in and find our way around the place.

I tap a small brunette girl on the shoulder as she walks past. 'Um, excuse me, can you tell us where the main office is?'

'Oh! The office is round the other side of the building. It's next to the entrance from… Actually, I'll just take you there. Come on.' She beckons. 'I'm Jessica by the way.'

'Hi, I'm Bella, and this is my sister Rose.'

'Chief Swan's daughters right?'

'Yup.'

'So, where did you move from?'

'Oh, we moved from Florida to live with Charlie for a while, since our mother is going with our stepfather on his baseball tour.' Rose explains.

'Wow, baseball… Major or minor league?'

'Minor, but he loves it all the same.'

'Well, that's good. Hey, here's the office, just come find me if you need any help.'

'Sure. Thanks, Jessica.'

Rose and I head into the office and walk over to the receptionist. As soon as the receptionist sees us, she lugs two big bags over the counter and walks around to meet us.

'Hi girls! Welcome to Forks High.'

'Hi…' I look at her nametag. 'Ms Cope. Thanks for the books.'

'No problem.' She opens a drawer and pulls out a number of pink slips. 'Take one of these slips to every class and just get the teacher to sign it. It's just a verification thing to prove that you're being taught, and that you've met all your teachers. Just bring all the slips back at the end of the day so I can collect them.'

'Sure. Okay, we'll see you later, we're going to have a look at the school.'

'Okay girls, enjoy your first day. Oh, and before I forget, your lockers are down the end of the hall, your names are stuck on them.'

'Thanks.'

Rose and I walk out the double doors and head down the hall towards our lockers. They're a not very pleasant dark green, and some of the paint was starting to peel off. We reached the end of the hall, and saw two pieces of paper with our names on them stuck on two respective lockers.

'Well, let's get to it.' Rose says, opening her locker.

I open my locker as well and start piling my books into the space. The locker is a lot bigger than my one back in Jacksonville, and I'm grateful for the extra space. Frankly, I don't even know what I'm studying, I just hope that Charlie picked out good subjects based on the lists we sent him.

I pull out my timetable and read through my subjects.

Period 1: English Literature and Analysis

Period 2: Higher Math

Recess

Period 3: World History

Period 4: Biology

Lunch

Period 5: Economics and Marketing

Period 6: Gym

I shrug as I read my timetable through. I'm not really too fussed, but I'm quite happy with the subjects I received.

'Hey Rose, what subjects did you get?' I ask.

'Uh, I got Chemistry, Law, Higher Math, English Literature, Economics and Spanish. Pretty happy with those.'

Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Rose's gaze flickers up to the person standing behind me. I turn around and come face to face with familiar green eyes.

'Hi Bella'. He says softly.

'Oh hi Edward. This is Rose, my sister.'

'The one who sleeps like the dead?'

'Yup. Here she is, in all her glory.'

Edward laughs, a beautiful sound. 'I've heard quite a bit about you.'

Rose's eyes widen, and looks at me in terror, probably wondering what I told the handsome guy standing behind me.

'Nothing bad, I promise.' Edward chuckles.

Rose sighs in relief, but not before raising her eyebrows at me. 'So, you two know each other?'

'Yeah, Edward lives next door.' I explain

'Oh! So he's a Cullen!'

'Yes, I am.' Edward smiles. 'My bedroom's opposite Bella's so we had a nice chat this morning after my alarm woke her up.'

'Oh, and what time was this?'

'At like 5:30.' I look at Edward pointedly. He puts his hands up in the international sign for "I surrender".

'Hey, can I see your timetables?' Edward asks.

'Yeah sure.' We both say, and hand our timetables over to him. After a few seconds of scanning the papers, he gives them back to us.

'Bella, I'm in all your classes except World History, but I'll walk you there today anyway. And Rose, you've got my brother Emmett in most of your classes. I'll go get him so you can get to know each other, and he'll show you around. But be warned, he can get immature sometimes.'

'Oh, you don't know Rose yet. She can whip anyone, I repeat, anyone, out of their immaturity.' I laugh.

'Well, I'll be hoping to see some improvement in his mental capacity then.' He smiles, and walks off to find Emmett. As soon as he leaves, Rose whips around to face me fixes me with a stare.

'Oh my god! You meet him, and you don't tell me? He's gorgeous!' Rose gapes.

'Well, I knew you would find out eventually, I just wanted to avoid the initial interrogation.'

'There's no question about it – you have to get together!' Rose squeals.

'Really Rose? That's all you can say? And plus, with a face like that, he's probably already got a girlfriend, plus a whole crowd of girls pining after him. I don't want to join them.'

'True… But you admitted it! You find him attractive!'

'So? Just because I think someone's hot doesn't mean I want to marry them.'

Rose scowls. 'Stop shooting down my points!'

'It's so much fun though!' I grin impishly.

Rose huffs. 'Whatever. But, at least get to know him and all that stuff alright?'

'Yes Rose, whatever you say.'

'No seriouly Bells. Please?'

'Fine. Just friends.' I sigh.

'For now.' Rose mutters under her breath.

'I hear that.' I roll my eyes.

'I can't help it!' She grins. 'And plus, you're gorgeous, he's gorgeous, and gorgeous always gets with gorgeous!'

I snort. 'What gossip magazine told you that?'

She scowls. 'It's true!'

'Yes Rose, I'm sure it is.'

We're interrupted by the return of Edward, with Emmett walking beside him. Emmett is slightly taller than Edward, and looks quite similar, apart from the fact that he's got brown hair and brown eyes.

'Uh, Bella, Rose, this is my brother Emmett. Rose, have fun.' Edward grimaces.

Rose is openly staring at Emmett, not paying any attention to what Edward is saying.

I sigh. So much for "not wanting a relationship". If you don't want a relationship, staring openly at someone you're attracted to is NOT the way to go.

A/N: Hey guys, so here's Chapter 2 of Creating Memories! I kind of lied at the start, this chapter was still introductory stuff, but it's essential to establish all details of story first!

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