chapter 1 - the beginning

I looked at myself for the last time.

My hair was black as ink and was styled in Medium Haircuts – go down my face as a thin, smooth layer. My skin was tanner than vampire's but paler than humans and I was 6" 1. I wore a blue T-shirt and yellow skinny jeans with blue snickers.

I looked at my eyes – i wore brown contacts. Well, I'm supposed to be my own daughter. At least make it seem like it. The contacts looked mud-colored. Yuck.

"Here goes nothing," I mumbled to myself as I got out of my new house. A couple of years ago my dad, Charlie, died, and left me his house and some money that he saved all his life. I worked as a primary teacher back then, and as soon as it happened I moved to Aragon, and now I was back home. At Forks.

Where it happened.

This place was so painful, but I had to cope. I made myself to look at the little town, and the people. At the memories.

In no-time, I was at school. It hadn't changed much. It had the same buildings, the same colors and the same parking lot. And it had the same gossipy kids.

Great.

I heard the whispers, but I ignored them. For them I was the ex-chief's granddaughter, and I was new… and hot, by some guy who stood behind me. Man, I'm so glad I can't blush anymore.

I entered to the reception and got my schedule as quickly as possible. I took a deep breath before I entered my first class.

Remember the roles, I told to myself. No eye-contact, no talking than necessary. Your parents are overboard, and you're living alone in your grandpa's house.

Another deep breath.

And then I was in. I sat at the last desk – the only one that was available – and got my notebook out of my backpack. I took another breath… and froze.

"Damn it!" I murmured under my breath. I smell a vampire. A freaking vampire. I looked around, but there was no such vamp. Is he learning here? Teaching, maybe? Is he going to be a threat? I hope not. It's my freaking first day. The least I can do is to stay out of troubles.

The bell rang and I sprinted out of class – in human pace, that is. Man, I hated to slow down. I exit the building and went to building 4 – history. I enter my class a bit early, so I took the last chair and sat down, putting my bag pack on my knees.

"You're Lizzy, right?" a brown-haired girl asked me. A few people were listening to us. Good.

"Yes." I answered flatly.

"I'm Vikki. So, where are you from?" she smiled at me. Her dark eyes twinkled with some kind of happiness.

"Aragon." I kept it simple. "I was born there, lived there. And now I came here to be alone – my parents are overboard."

"How is that possible?" Vikki raised an eyebrow. "We're juniors – "

"I'm eighteen – I was born early." I smiled at her. She nodded and went to her sit.

"Sit down, sit down." The teacher came in-in a rush and closed the door after him. "Now." He eyed everyone like a hawk. "Who forgot to do his homework?" he asked icily, sarcastically even. No one raised his hand, so I did.

"Um, hello. I'm new here. Lizzy Lesly?" I smiled at him. He looked a bit dazed. Oh, right. No smiling!

"Hello, Lizzy. Would you co – "but before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and… my breath caught.

Edward.

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