Mr. Kline ordered us to sit with our partner. I swallowed hard and picked my books up. I walked to Edward's table and sat beside him. Up close he was even more handsome. Dear god, how was i to endure a whole year of him? Just sitting next to him make my heart pound like it was going to explode. I didnt know how the pretty girls handled themselves like they did. They appeared calm and flirty whereas i probably looked like a walrus in comparison.

Edward's eyes followed me as i sat down. I could tell he wasnt pleased but then neither was i. There was a reason why the cool kids and the uncool kids didnt hang out. It was because it was just awkward. A few girls had given me envious looks as i had sat down. I would have traded in an instant. He was too much hotness for me to handle.

Edward had the syllabus opened in front of him. His eyebrows were arched as he read it. Why did his eyebrow even look sexy? What were his parents feeding him? I tried to think of the project at hand. What could i possibly contribute? I didnt really have anything that moved me. I liked the softness of the woods in rain, but that wasnt something that 'moved' you. What was the reason i got up every morning?

To make a change.

Every morning i found strength that this day would bring something new. Hope. I had hope. But how do you show hope? Hope could be represented as anything. I needed something powerful to win my scholarship. What was something great here in Forks? I couldnt think of a single thing.

Why was i so strong? Was it watching my father sink into depression? Or my mother not being able to handle her own life? Or maybe it was because i had been secluded my whole life. I had never known what it was like to be accepted. Was that why i had the strength to move on? I always dreamed of bigger and better things. I took what i got in life and tried to make the best of it. I didnt cry when nobody called, instead i thanked that nobody was bothering me.

So what could i represent that showed hope? What could i possibly put forth that would move someone else? I couldnt put up pictures of my dad drunk on the couch. I couldnt put pictures of my house empty. I couldnt show photos of my mom at the store. I really didnt have any ideas on what to do. There was nothing really exciting about my life. What was i going to do?

I needed something that would awe potential colleges. I didnt want to think about if i messed this up. I knew i wouldnt be able to make enough money to go to college. It would take me a few years to save up that kinda cash. I knew my father wasnt go to help me and my mother didnt have that kind of money. School scholarships were my only real option.

I couldnt imagine living at home for a few more years. Already it was nightmarish enough. My dad wasnt always a nice person. My mom was never around to even notice it. My dad never left the house. He stayed inside and it was up to my mom to get everything done. We would have lost our small house by now if it wasnt for my mom. I didnt understand why my dad could be this distraught over his dismissal. Why didnt he try and get another job? Instead of sitting around the house in self loathing.

My life would be alot easier if he had stayed in the force. Alot of people from around town had respected him at one point. I remembered many people that would always ask if i was the sheriffs daughter. Now i was only the daughter of the town drunk. Not that many people seen my father much anymore. Maybe things would have been different if he would have still on the force. But i didnt want to think of that just now. I had more pressing issues at hand.

What were we going to do? I needed something great. I hoped that Edward didnt just want a passing grade. I would need him to be on board full tilt. But what could i say that would make him join in whole heartedly? I first had to figure out an idea. I needed to figure out a little more about him before i could. This was after all, a team effort.

I turned to Edward, "Any ideas?"

He didnt even look at me, "A few."

I waited for him to say something more, he didnt. "Okay well, what do you like to do?"

"I play the piano."

The piano? Did i hear that correctly? This hot dude played the piano?

"Anything else?"

"Not really."

"Well why did you move here?"

"My mom wanted a quiet atmosphere."

"What do your parents do?"

"My mom is a homebody and my dad works at the hospital. You? he asked.

"My mom works at the grocery store and my dad was in the police force."

"Was?"

"Yeah he was let go a year ago..."

"For what?" he asked. This apparently was the only cool thing i had said so far.

"I dont really know. He just messed up and they fired him."

He didnt reply. I thought of more questions to ask.

"Any motivational activities?" i asked.

"I play rugby, but i doubt that counts."

"Okay, what about siblings?"

He hesitated, "I have a little sister."

I could tell this was a sore subject so i moved on. "Have you done any volunteer work?"

"No."

"Any activities?"

"No."

"Where did you live before?"

"Alaska."

Alaska? Up there with the polar bears? This beauty lived in the cold? Maybe thats where all the hot people go to simmer down some of their hotness.

"I'v lived in Forks my whole life. I have done some volunteer work at the library..." i said. I could tell he thought i was the most boring person on the planet. Well sorry, i wasnt that exciting. I liked to read and write. That was what i did. Imagining the world through words is the best thing i have found yet. But this guy obviously lived in a better world then mine.

"Anything you think that would be a good start?" i asked.

"Not a clue." he says.

Okay this was getting me no where. What could we possibly do that would entwine our presentation together and still connect? What could possibly connect a girl like me and a boy like him? What did we have in common? Nothing from what i could see. I looked at his clothes. His clothes were expensive. I looked down at mine, they were cheap knock offs. He was gorgeous and wanted, i was average and unwanted. What could we possibly share that could tie us together?

Maybe that was it. We were from different lives. He had wealth, acceptance, friends whereas i had the opposite. Maybe we could do something about how we come from different worlds but yet we still bleed the same. Would that work?

The project is supposed to speak to people. Wouldnt that speak the loudest? Two people, completely different, that somehow find a way to connect. Even if its just something simple. That would speak to me. He came from a world i would never know, as mine would to him. Nobody really knows someones life unless they truly walk in there shoes. Would Edward walk in mine?

I looked over at him. He was doodling on the syllabus. Would this work? And could i make this work? I needed something great for that scholarship. Isnt everyone always saying about how everyone is the same? But yet here is proof that we arent. I am nothing like Edward, and he is nothing like me. Yet here we are, living in the same moment. Surely that would be a great idea. But how to get Edward on board? I didnt know if he even cared about college. His parents probably could easily afford it.

"I have an idea." i said trying to catch his attention. He didnt look up from his doodle. I continued, "I was thinking why dont we just capture moments in our life? Then we make a presentation of the stages it took and how they are different and how they are alike." Though i thought they'd be more different then anything. My life was more depressing. He shrugged so i took that for a yes.

I grabbed a piece of paper and began jotting down ideas. I was thinking of a photo affair and maybe a little artwork. I couldnt draw but i felt i didnt need to. We could make a little short book. Each showing strong messages. He could have one and i would have the other. But at the end they'd be the same thing. I could easily just buy a journal and do it that way. I started writing down supplies.

When i was done i got Edwards attention again.

"Okay, first off. This is separate but together. I want us to each have a little journal of sorts. One with blank pages no lines. We fill it with photos of us, things we like, things that make us happy. Then at the end of the year, we can combine them. It will show two lives that are lived differently. Wouldnt that be a good idea?" i said, my enthusiasm running high.

He raised an eyebrow. I could tell he thought i was nuts.

"Okay, but how is that together?" he says.

"We will have to figure it out. I can help take photos and draw, you can help too. We can meet up every week or so and hash out some ideas. Does that sound good to you?"

His eyes went down the front of me. I could see he was taking in my cheap clothes. I felt a little awkward and wished my belly was a little smaller. For the first time, he was actually looking at me. His eyes darted back to his doodle.

"Sure, let me give you my number. So you can figure out when you'd like to meet up and text me." he says. He writes down his number and slides it to me. I grab the paper and stuff it in my pocket. Now probably was not the best time to tell him i didnt own a cell phone. He appeared to be distant from me but he wasnt mean. I couldnt really blame him. This was how most people dealt with me. Oh well, i had an idea!

This could actually work out better than i had hoped! We would have to meet up once a week or so but that wasnt too bad. We could figure things out and then i could leave. It wouldnt be as bad as i first thought. When this year was over, i felt that i had that scholarship in the bag. Maybe meeting Edward was a good thing. I doubt any of the other kids would have been so quick to agree on the idea for the project.

The bell rang. Edward was up and out of his seat before i even moved. He walked past me and left the room. His cologne was causing me to hyperventilate. Did this guy even have one flaw? Life just wasnt fair. Some people got it all, and some people got nothing at all. I was fine with this because at the end of the year it wouldnt matter. I would be far away living my life. In a place where it didnt matter how much my parents made. Where it didnt matter how big i was. Where it didnt matter that i wasnt popular.

The only thing that would matter was the spirit inside me that was waiting to be set free.

Authors note: Okay guys, heres the first four chapters! Let me know if its good enough to continue with. Thanks so much for your time and support!