Hey everyone, sorry for the delay. Been busy and just got back from vacation as well. :) Hope you're all doing great!

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NANA100- I'm glad you liked the change. I didn't want to stray too far from the original, but I had to change the order of everyone coming together since it's a story about Alice and Bella and not Edward. lol

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Just a reminder, that Bella won't always seem so moody, and neither will Alice as a matter of fact. But they're both facing something enitrely new in their lives, so just bear with me. I promise all of the emotions will make sense or have a purpose in the end. :)

Thanks again to the reviewers, and to the many of you who have added me to your alerts and favorites. You're all the reason why I keep writing! :D

peace&love
-Mel

Bella

I've been in Forks for less than twenty-four hours and already I hate it as much as I hate Phoenix. I saw a few people yesterday, while I was in town, who used to be frequent visitors when I was younger. Adult friends of Charlie's and some kids I used to play with during my visits with my now distant father. And either they didn't recognize me, or they chose not to recognize me.

So now, as I walk through the parking lot of Forks High School, where I'll be spending the remainder of my high school days, I see some of these faces yet again. And just like the ones I saw yesterday, they're either looking at me strangely, or as everyone else, they're not bothering to look at me at all. The latter group I'm obviously more accustomed too, but it doesn't go unnoticed since I'm subconsciously giving the town a trial run, of sorts, on the possibility of kindness. Obviously my premature results claim that they've already failed. Call me biased on incomplete findings. It's ok. I know it is. But I mean, c'mon, it's not like my personal appearance merits scrutinizing stares or even glares from more courageous peers. I'm dressed in simple loose fitting light wash jeans, a plain white v-neck shirt. A black sweater and black Chuck Taylors on my feet. My iPod buds are in my ears and my hood is pulled up over my head, but not to the point where it covers my eyes. My hair is down, cascading in soft waves. I'm merely a picture of a normal person. I don't appear as some huge, flaming homosexual being, and I'm not walking around in all black; dressed to fit the part of a usual out-cast or loner either. So I honestly don't get it. Hence why I'm allowed my premature, biased opinion on the people of this very unfortunate, rainy town.

My first stop after assessing the parking lot glares and premature scrutiny that I receive; is the main office. I don't personally think that it can be classified quite as so, seeing as the room seems hardly bigger than a king sized bed. And I think that's even a possible exaggeration on it's size. There's two other doors besides the one I came through. One of them is open, and I assume it to be the clinic when I see a nurse walk through it and place some papers in a basket, before retreating back quietly. The other door is closed and has a gold plaque hanging on it with some lettering that I can't make out from this distance. So I assume it to be the principal's office. There is a row of filing cabinets lining almost an entire wall, behind where the secretary sits. And there are numerous awards and certificates hanging crookedly in dusty frames above the cabinets.

I pull my ear phones out as I step up to the large, solitary desk, where a rounded, middle-aged woman is sitting. Stacks of papers cluttered about her, and her focus on a piece of paper she's scribbling something down on.

"Excuse me." I state in a low volume. The secretary stops writing and looks up quickly. Her big eyes staring at me from behind, what seem to be, bifocals.

"Oh, well hello there! Sorry, I didn't even here you come in." She beings babbling and then chuckles. Her voice reminds me of an overly excited Aunt on Christmas day. You know, the kind whom you haven't seen in months. All cheery and high-pitched.

"It's fine." I reply, my voice still low but clear to her. "I'm Isabella Swan. I'm new here." I inform her.

"Oh yes! Chief Swan's daughter! He called me last week about your pending arrival and needed enrollment. He didn't supply me with many details about you, however, or give me any information about us receiving your transcripts from your previous school." She trails off as she begins to search for something in her mass of papers that are scattered about in an unorganized fashion.

As she does so, I bring my back-pack around and unzip it. Peering in, I find what I'm looking for quickly and pull it out, before closing the zipper and moving my bag back around.

"So anyways, I have you enrolled in our system, but I don't have a schedule drawn up for you since I had no information on your level of needed placement."

"I have my transcripts with me." I state and she just smiles brightly in return.

"Great!" She amends cheerfully and claps once as well in her unnecessary excitement.

I hand them over to her and she scans my previous school schedule before glancing back up at me.

"You're a very bright young lady. I hope we have available seating in some of the classes that you're advanced in." She says and gives me another smile before searching for more papers again. Finding what I assume she was looking for, she begins filling out some forms, glancing back and forth between my transcript, and then to another paper, that from my angle, looks to be a list of classes and teacher's names.

I continue to stand here quietly as she writes in her messy scribble, and as I do, the first bell of the morning rings. The bell seems to snap her out of whatever focus she had as she worked on my new schedule and she looks up at me quickly, before looking at some other papers on her desk once more. Opening one of the drawers on her desk, she grabs a few different sheets, puts them in order and straightens them out before stapling them together and holding them out to me.

"While I work on your schedule, would you mind filling out some information for me? As I said before, your father gave me hardly anything to put into our system other than your name and birthday." She asks politely.

"Sure." I respond and turn to sit down in one of the few bright orange chairs lined against the wall; opposite her desk.

I make quick progress on the paper work; filling out all of my standard information, and health information. Then answering the questions about emergency contacts; which I begrudgingly apply my sperm donor's name too. The last sheet that I come too asks about extra-curricular activities that I was involved in at my old school, and which, if any, I'd like to be apart of here at this school. Needless to say, I left that page blank. I'm not much for the kinds of extra-curriculars that schools have to offer. Like sports and government and shit. Because I'm obviously perfectly coordinated and also extremely popular. I roll my eyes at my own thoughts.

When I stand up to hand the paper-work back to her, she takes them with a smile and rifles through more papers. Once she finds, again, what she's searching for, she hands it to me before adjusting her glasses on her nose.

"Look over this list of non-academic based classes and tell me which one you'd be interested in taking for the year. It's basically the fun class that you get to choose outside of your needed curriculum. We call them electives." She tells me and waits as I begin to look over the list.

"Advanced Poetry." I answer her the second my eyes come to it. There's no need for me to go any further on the list or to second-guess my decision. Poetry is my every day extra-curricular.

"Great choice!" She exclaims brightly, and then glances back down at her sheet. "And it'll fit in perfectly with your schedule of required courses. I see here on your transcripts that a PE class is not listed." She states in a seemingly confused tone.

"PE is only required for two years where I come from." I disclose.

"Oh I see. Well I'm sorry to tell you dear, but it's required here for all four years." She says and then looks back to the papers in front of her; just as my face seems to become more of a scowl at the news. She writes a few more things down and glances back and forth between the papers, my guess is to double check. "Ok, well I have your schedule all set. You'll be taking Pre-Calculus first period, followed by Advanced Biology, then AP English 3. Your PE class is after that, then everyone breaks for an hour lunch. Your fifth hour class will be Advanced Poetry, then you'll finish off your day with AP History." She reads off my list of classes. "Sound good?" She asks, staring at me unblinkingly.

"Yes, that's fine." I agree with a nod. As if I could change it anyways.

"Ok, great! Well then here you go," she says, holding that paper out to me, "your new schedule, complete with room numbers and teacher's names. And here's a map of the school so you can find your way around. It's fairly simple, you'll learn where everything is quickly, I'm sure. This sheet here just has your teacher's names listed in order of which you'll see them. Please have each of them sign it so I know you made it to their class ok, and that they have you enrolled. Then please bring it back to me before you leave today. Ok, well you're all set. And if you don't mind, I'd like to hold on to your transcripts until the end of the day so that I can get them photo-copied and filed away."

"Ok." Is all I can manage to say in regards to her whole spiel.

I turn to start heading out of the stuffy cubicle they call an office, but she stops me. "Oh and here's a pass to class since you're running late. Just in case you happen to get stopped or your first period teacher asks for one." She says as she scribbles quickly on a small pink note pad, before tearing off the top sheet and handing it to me.

"Thanks." I answer and then walk back out the main door.

Once I'm outside; I take note of the fresh drizzle that's falling, and head for the nearest over-hang. I take a look at my first room number, then down at the map. After assessing it all for a moment, I head in the direction that the map leads me. But from what the map tells me, there are only about eight small buildings in this whole school; so I should definitely figure out my way around here quickly.

I make it to my first class with next to no difficulty. And as I walk inside, all eyes look up to me. But just as in the parking lot; some courageous faces take on glares or unapproved looks for the "new" girl, while some just resume their work with no interest at all.

"Can I help you?" The teacher asks, assessing me from over his glasses. I walk over to him, and hand him my schedule and the New Student Slip he's supposed to sign.

"I'm new." I state softly, and he looks over the papers I've handed him.

"Ah, I see. Well then, welcome to Pre-Calculus Isabella; I'm Mr. Maddox. You can take the empty seat over there in the back left for today. I don't bother with a seating chart. It's usually a first come first serve basis. Please take a seat and I'll get you a book." He instructs in a withdrawn voice.

I nod and do as he's asked. After I sit down, I open up my back pack and pull out a very old and worn down leather book, and my favorite pen. I immediately start writing down random different things that pop into my mind. I can already tell that a few poems are going to come from just this long day alone. As I'm scribbling some stuff down, the teacher comes over and places a book on the corner of my desk, and then he kneels down next to me.

"How far did you guys get at your old school?" He asks, holding some papers in his hand.

I take a moment to assess the cover of the book he's given me, and see that it's the same one we used at my prior school, surprisingly. "We used the same book and had reached chapter four before I left." I inform him.

"Ok. We just started chapter four yesterday, so you probably won't have to relearn a bunch of stuff. The students are working on a worksheet that I gave them on yesterday's section, so just start with us tomorrow on the next section alright?" He informs and then questions.

I just give him a simple nod and wait for anything else he may have to say.

"Here is a syllabus for the rest of the semester, and a small list of materials that will be useful for you to own. Here's your schedule and I've signed your other paper as well." He says as he places all of this on top of my book.

"Thank you." I tell him in my low tone, and he nods before standing and walking back to the front of the class.

My next three classes pass much the same. I didn't have to do any introductions, which I was thankful for.

I did, however, encounter one of the rudest people I've ever met, in my second hour Biology class. And what pissed me off even more about this boy, with shaggy, honey-blonde hair and charcoal colored eyes, is that he did it all silently. I've come across some pretty courageously obnoxious people, who've chosen to speak their minds, but I've never met someone who could be so cold without words, and as well, without looks and glares.

As I walked into this class and did my quick assessment of the students; I noticed him sitting at a lab table by himself. His face, however, hardened in a way that I wasn't used too. Usually I see people glaring out of what appears to be annoyance or disgust. But it's like the second he saw me, pure hatred flashed across his face. Then the teacher informed me that I'd have to sit in the empty seat at his table, and that it'd be my permanent seat for the rest of the year. I couldn't hide the scowl that quickly presented itself the second the teacher was no longer looking at me.

So as I sat down next to this stranger, who I also couldn't remember from my memories as a child, the hatred I read on his face for those few brief seconds before, seemed to be rolling off of him in waves now. He no longer looked at me, he had angled his chair away from me and also had it positioned as far from me as possible without being completely around the corner of his side of our lab table. My own revulsion at his behavior began to bubble inside of me, and I almost had the thought to tell him off right then and there, despite my usually calm demeanor towards people like this.

I held myself off though; not wanting to cause a scene on my first day and get in trouble for something so incredibly preposterous.

However, despite this guys unexpected and unreasonable hatred for me; Biology, English and then my dreaded PE class passed just like I had expected them too. And to be quite honest, I was pretty glad that people were being how I'd always known them to be. I.E.: rude, annoying, and judgmental. Because then I wasn't constantly being bombarded with questions and people being in my face all day.

I walk into the lunchroom while it's still relatively empty, and head to the line. I'm not too hungry, but I decide to get something light. I settle on a yogurt and water, before heading to a long, empty, rectangular table near one of the exit doors.

I sit down and quickly eat my yogurt, before getting my iPod, book and pen out once again and begin to jot down some more of the words and phrases floating around in my head. I haven't been sitting for long, when I hear someone scoff loudly from somewhere near me.

"Do you mind?" A female voice asks rudely.

Slowly glancing up, I pull one of my ear buds out and stare back at this girl equally as annoyed as she appears to be by my presence. I quirk my eyebrow at her and slightly shake my head in a fashion that states, 'what do you want?'.

"You're, like, sitting at our table, freak." She states in what I'd label a cheerleaders voice, and then proceeds to flip her hair over her shoulder in the same labeled fashion.

I continue to stare at her, only now through a more narrowed gaze. Then I shift my eyes about the table top, before leaning over slightly and looking at the underside of the table as well. When I sit back up, she's looking at me impatiently; as if she's waiting for me to bend to her wants and leave.

"I don't see anyone's name written on the table, except for the manufacturers. And I'm quite positive that that's not you. So unless you suddenly own this table, which I'm sure you don't, you have no power or right to make me move." I tell her in a detached tone, as some of her friends come to join her; obviously waiting for me to move or something as well.

Her jaw drops slightly in anger, and the few friends of hers that heard what I said are looking on in annoyance now as well. "Why don't you go crawl back under whatever rock you came out of. No one wants you here." She says through gritted teeth, and some of her friends snicker.

"I honestly don't care what you think, or what you want. And honestly you're really starting to bother the shit out of me. So why don't you and your friends run along and find another table to claim. Cause this one is taken, and I don't plan on moving until the bell rings. Thanks." I inform her, before replacing my earphone, and looking back at my book.

I'm almost positive that this girl probably considers herself some kind of student royalty; however, I could care less. I may be deemed an out-cast already; but it doesn't mean I let people walk all over me at any time. Through my peripheral vision, I see her and her posse storm off in another direction.

In my same peripheral vision -moments later- I can see the rude boy from my biology class sitting at a table a few rows over, with four other people. I roll my eyes in displeasure of seeing him again, and then realize that he and two of the four other people he's sitting with are looking in my direction. The last two aren't looking at all. None of the five are talking, or eating the food that they all have sitting in front of them; so I find it even weirder that the three are just looking at me.

I focus back on the book in front of me; but minutes later remain annoyed when I still feel their gazes on me. Glancing at them through my peripherals again, so that they're unaware of my looking, I see that it's the same three. What I notice next though, is that they all wear a different expression. The boy from my biology class, who's name I learned is Jasper, is still giving me a look of hatred, mixed with his own annoyance; his lips are held in a firm line. His eyes appear almost completely black, and if I weren't so accustomed to glares or angry people in general; I might even be scared of the look he's giving me. The boy sitting to his left has perfectly untidy bronze hair, and the expression on his face is more one of concentration, confusion and what seems to be distress. His face doesn't have any sign of anger, hatred or other emotion of the sort. Just the confusion and distress creasing his forehead. I do notice, however, how he's leaning close to the rude Jasper boy in what appears to be an intimate way. From my obstructed
view of them, though, I can't tell of any physical contact; but the bronze haired one seems almost protective of the blonde boy.

I look back down at my sheet of paper once more, before my eyes dart to the side again to look at the last face that is still openly peering in my direction. This one is a girl, with blazing golden eyes and black hair that falls around her shoulders in a perfectly spiky disarray. Her facial expression throws me off the most, though. For out of all the expressions I've come across today, hers shows no sign of negativity in the slightest. The only thing shown on her face is a mix of pure curiosity and something else I can't put my finger on. I see her eyes moving just slightly around my face, but she also seems kind of dazed out as well. As if she's only half-focused on staring at me.

My own curiosity peaks for a moment, before I'm slammed back into memories of past betrayals and insecurities. She's probably just curious as to why people hate me so much. While trying to come up with her own reason to match that of her little friend Jasper there.

Indignantly, I turn up the volume on my iPod and turn my full attention back to my piece of paper that is covered in random words and phrases. Becoming so annoyed with my spinning thoughts and their unwavering stares though; I throw everything into my backpack and leave the cafeteria in search of my next class. The bell hasn't rung yet, and I'm sure it's not going to for at least twenty more minutes; so once I find my classroom, I sit down next to the door and lay my forehead on my arms that are crossed against my knees.

School needs to end already.

I let myself get lost in the music being played from my iPod; There For Tomorrow always did have a way of playing the right song at the right time. And right now, 'Wish You Away', is my saving grace.

Can I wish you away until you find your place in this world? It's so hard to get a feel; And all you do is wait but then one little taste, So caught up inside to know what's real. But until you've had all you can take,

I'll wish you away.

Just as the word 'away' ends though, the bell finally rings; so I turn off my iPod and stand. Dusting myself off as the teacher suddenly appears from inside, to prop the door open, and just about bumps into me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." She chuckles a little. "I'm not used to someone being outside of the classroom already. No one usually rushes from lunch to get to class. Even if it is an elective." She chuckles more to herself, and I remain quiet as her short rant seems to come to an end.

"I'm Isabella Swan, I'm new." I say to her and pull my papers from my bag to give to her.

"Oh, ok. Welcome then, I'm Mrs. Valentine. Did you pick this class or were you just thrown in here?" She asks as she leads me into the classroom.

"I picked it." I tell her and don't delve further into detail.

"Wonderful! I love when younger kids have a passion for poetry. It is, in my opinion, the written key to your soul. There's no bad writers or bad poems in poetry, because there's nothing wrong with feelings and how you express them." She tells me with a gentle smile.

I just nod my head in agreement.

She's silent finally, as she begins to write in her own notebook. It appears as though she's adding me to her roster. A few kids start to trickle in, and she pauses for a moment to respond to a few hello's from students. And as quickly as she returns to her work, those same faces send me a glare; probably hearing of the lunchroom scene already with the cheerleader. I roll my eyes and wait quietly for Mrs. Valentine to finish.

"Ok, well as soon as all the student's are seated we can see what seats I have left for you to take. I don't have a seating chart, but most of the student's haven't moved from their seats since the first day." She smiles nicely at me, and the bell finally rings a moment later, with a few students still straggling in. "Class, we have a new student with us today. I'm sure most of you who are Juniors have already come across her in your earlier classes. This is Isabella Swan."

I bite my lip and hope she doesn't ask me anything in front of everyone. Cause that'd be embarrassing on my part.

Finally looking up to meet the faces of my fellow classmates, I notice the girl from lunch who had been staring at me. And just my luck, the only seat available in the whole classroom is next to her. I lower my head and roll my eyes as Mrs. Valentine directs me to it, as well.

These next few months are going to be so dandy! I can just tell already.

I take my seat as Mrs. V. begins asking the students about whatever they talked about yesterday. I can already feel the penetrating gaze from this golden-eyed girl on the left side of my face. I shoot her a quick side-ways glance and realize that the same look is still on her face. That look of utter curiosity. I'd like to say it bugs me, but for the first time in almost five years, I'm nervous, yet highly intrigued by this show of emotion from a total stranger.

Just be careful Bella, you know you can never be too cautious of people after what you've already gone through.I remind myself and then let out a small breath. I pull out the same worn book that's come to be my best friend over the years, and set my full attention on the one teacher who I'll probably like and have respect for this year.

Just a side note for those of you who may read my Spashley story, I have a chapter almost finished. I'm hoping to have it done by the weekend. But next week at the latest. -Mel