"So, Ivy," Emmett started after I had introduced myself. "Why exactly were you hitchhiking your way to school?"

I looked at the car floor as I chuckled shyly and answered, "It's kind of a long story, if you think about it, but basically, my younger sister took the only mode of transportation this morning and left me to walk to school."

As expected, there was a sort of stunned silence after these words played out of my mouth. Peeking up, I saw Jasper and Rosalie staring at me with shocked expressions and Emmett, while his face was also holding a surprised expression, continued to watch the open road.

"Why would she do that?" Rosalie inquired in a soft voice.

"She hates me," I responded, sadly. "She hates me for reasons only she knows." I feel the hint of a tear in the corner of my eye as I continued, "My sister is…a bit different."

"I'll say," Emmett chuckled. "I've known you just for a few minutes and I like you. Especially after hearing that spiel of yours."

A giggle erupted from me, and I smiled as I told him, "That was one of my more embarrassing moments."

"It's nice to know that some people aren't afraid to…rant, to people or to themselves," Jasper mentioned, his slight Southern accent again making my head dizzy.

The black Mercedes turned into the drive with the sign that read, "Forks High School: Home of the Spartans." Swerving swiftly through the parking lot, Emmett eventually maneuvered into an open spot.

"Thank you, for the ride," I told them appreciatively.

"Hey, it's not a problem," Jasper and Rosalie said at the same time, before chuckling a little.

I pushed open my door, hearing the others do the same, and stepped onto the blacktop, closing the car door behind me.

"Well, I'll see you later," I stated, waving awkwardly at them.

"See you, Ivy," Jasper answered first, Rosalie and Emmett echoing him.

Seeing a sign that read, "Main Office," and had an arrow pointing to a small building, I ambled over to the building and walked inside.

At the desk/counter thing, a middle aged, dark-haired woman stood writing, facing the door. When she heard me enter, she bobbed her head up, and gave a polite smile.

"Hello, dear," she greeted. "You must be Ivy."

"Yeah," I answered, simply. "I'm guessing Bella was here already."

"Mm-hm," the secretary responded, shuffling through her papers before pulling out three of them and handing them to me, saying, "There is your class schedule, your map and a slip for your teachers to sign."

"Thank you," I told her, looking down at the papers.

"If you don't mind me saying, you look exactly like your mother," she remarked suddenly.

I looked up at her in surprise, and saw her giving me an almost nostalgic grin.

"I've been told that," I answered, softly. "It's nice to hear it."

After thanking the secretary and strolling back outside to the chilled January air, I glanced down at my schedule, which read:

AP American Literature-Building 4

AP American History-Building 6

Art-Building 2

Music-Building 1

Lunch

AP Calculus-Building 7

AP Spanish-Building 3

AP Biology-Building 5

"Another hard year," I whispered, tiredly. I looked at the map, and after walking past the office, I steered my way to my first hour class.

It didn't take me long to find AP American Lit, seeing how it was close to the main office. Once I entered the building with my class, I saw people already inside, sitting in desks.

I strolled up to the teacher's desk, and handed him the slip he needed to sign. The teachers bald head glistened with sweat (or oil?) as he glanced at my slip, took it out of my hand, and penned his signature down.

"Name?" his tired voice asked, handing the slip back.

"Ivy Swan," I uttered quietly.

"Chief's daughter?" he questioned dully.

"One of them," I replied simply.

Behind his wire-rimmed glasses, the teacher's slate gray eyes looked me over, and then, pointing towards the rows of desks, ordered, "Sit in the empty desk in the last row."

I nodded mutely, and, with my head down, paced back to my new desk. I slipped into the seat and placed my folder, pencil and notebook on the smooth wooden desk.

"Ivy?" I heard beside me.

My head revolved to the right, and familiar gold eyes and gold hair greeted me.

"Rosalie," I said, excited, happy to find I had one person I knew in my first class.

"Call me, Rose," she told me, smiling. "So, you decided to take AP American Lit here?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "I like reading."

"Hi," I heard again, as well as, "Hey, Ivy."

I turned my head slightly again, and saw Emmett sitting in the desk diagonal from mine, in front of Rosalie's, and Jasper sitting in the desk in front of me.

"Hi," I greeted back. "Wow, you're all in this class together?"

They all nodded.

"Ivy, can I see your schedule?" Rose inquired.

I bobbed my head once up and down, and handed the slip of paper to her. Her gold eyes flicked over the words.

"All three of us are in your AP American History class, I'm in art with you, Jasper has music with you, and all three of us have your AP Calculus, AP Spanish and AP Biology," Rose mentioned, handing the paper back to me.

"Dang, that's a hardcore schedule," Emmett stated, impressed.

"The less college I have to take, the better off I'll be," I explained, nonchalantly.

"Where do you want to go?" Rose asked, her head tilted in curiosity.

"Julliard," I replied immediately, excitement in my tone.

Jasper looked at me with an expression of shock and something else I couldn't describe as he repeated in awe, "Julliard?"

"Yep," I confirmed. "I got early acceptance. Now I just have to save money for it. I've almost got full tuition."

"Wow," Rose announced, with a joking grin, "you just keep on erupting with surprises."

I grinned shyly at the comment.

The teacher called the class to attention, and ended our conversation.

Hi everyone! How was it? I know that they probably didn't have these classes at Forks High School, but I want Ivy to be the one who works her but off for everything and anything. You'll be able to see more of this later on, but then that's later on. Do you think I rushed the friendliness of Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper towards Ivy? Or do you think it's good this way? Please continue to comment and review and such. I love comments! Especially nice ones, but am okay with constructive criticism. Happy reading!