AN: Thanks for all the love and criticism, which I definitely need. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I never did much research on Forks itself and missed a few things. And I apologize for spelling or Grammer errors, I don't have a beta so I'm trying my best to do it myself. If some things don't make geographical sense or for any other reason, it could be that I'm South African and I may word things differently. English is my first and home language, but I still make mistakes. I've been reading fanfiction for about 10 years, to believe I'm now part of this community is

mind blowing. Anyway enough of the sappiness. Here's the story. Enjoy.

6.55am

The alarm clock buzzes on the side table next to my bed.

My eyes open and I'm instantly nauseas.

First day at Forks High School. I was incredibly apprehensive, not knowing if the kids were the same as my last school. Would I be Bella The Pale One again?

I got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom and had a quick shower and got changed.

Skinny jeans, vans and a hoodie. The last thing I need is to stick out and be noticed.

7:45am

I heard my dad screaming from downstairs,

"Bells, I think I burnt your pop tart, I'm sure it's still edible though."

I had to smile at that. This is exactly why there's pizza boxes and beer cans lying around in the kitchen. My dad can't cook to save his life.

"I'll be down in a second!"

"Grab your poptart and meet me in the car. We're going to be late!"

I sprinted downstairs (I only tripped once may I add. A new personal goal.)

Grabbed my poptart and made a beeline for my dad's car.

8:10am

"You must be the new girl. Belinda right?"

I'd just started to walk up the stairs that led to the reception area to sign in and get my papers I'd need.

Not exactly the name I was going for to be honest.

She was a blonde girl, blue eyes and sporty body.

I'm guessing cheerleading captain?

"Uh, it's Bella actually bu-"

"Yeah well anyway, I'm Jessica, I'll be your eyes, ears and guide to this hell hole. I'll show you where the reception area is but Im running late for cheer meeting so you're going to have to find your first class on your own. Keeping up?"

"Uh yeah sure, no problem. Sorry for interrupting your cheer meeting."

What a great start. Sarcasm intended.

"Thankfully it's just a one day thing."

I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Why can't I be home schooled? Or be a stripper?

The last one made me cringe and blush in embarrassment. Bella the exotic dancer. Over my dead body more like it.

"Hey, Belinda. Focus. Geez. Anyway here's the reception area. Ask Mrs Cope for your class schedule. Then you're on your own, new kid. Bye."

I was so unaware, lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized we arrived at the reception door. That Jessica girl was quite...nice ?

8:35am

Unfortunately I had to do quite a bit of paperwork at Mrs Cope's office.

In other words, I had to repeat myself five times to her that I'm Bella Swan and I'm here to retrieve my schedule. I couldn't blame her though, she was about 80 years of age.

I had to just reached my first class. Before I walked in, I took a deep breath in and held it for 5 seconds. I know the teacher in charge would make me say a little bit about myself to the class. That alone was enough to make me have a panic attack on the spot.

I opened the door and walked in. Instantly all eyes were on me, I could feel their stares as I walked up to the teacher to introduce myself. Thankfully the teacher sent me to my seat at the back. Where I liked to be. Away from everyone else. Quite a few guys looked back at me and smirked. Why they were smirking, I wasn't sure and didn't think I'd want to know.

I just hope lunch time hurries up.

"Ms Swan, please stand up and tell us all a bit about yourself."

Oh no. Here it goes.

12:15pm

I had just walked out my third class for the day at Forks High School. Did I love the school? Not necessarily. Did it matter? No. Two more years of this and I'll be done.

I went in line to buy my lunch, my appetite wasn't amazing so I got some chips and an apple.

Once my lunch was on my tray, I quickly scanned the cafeteria for a quiet table out of the way. I spotted one and quickly made my way over to it.

I had just bitten into my apple when something told me to look towards to doors. As I did my jaw, I'm sure hit the floor. A pale woman, with blond,long hair, a body to die for and a face to match came walking through the door with, I'm assuming her boyfriend. He wasn't that bad either. He reminded me of hulk. Huge arms and quite tall with brown curls for hair.

Behind them came a small petite girl who at first I thought was a pixie. She had black spiky hair and a lithe form. She reminded me of a little ballerina. Her boyfriend who was holding her hand tightly, looked like.. To be honest... A bit constipated. He had thick, blonde curly hair and had a swimmers body. Not as big as Mr Hulk over there but he could definitely start and end a fight if he wanted to. The smaller pixie looked at me, opened her mouth like she was going to say something but the blonde goddess looked back at her and glared.

The four of them sat at a table about a mere few feet from me.

But their entrance paled in comparison to who walked in the door next.

When I saw him and our eyes met, my whole world shifted. I felt that if I wasn't holding on to the bench for dear life, I would of levitated towards him. I wanted to instantly run to him and hide my face in his neck because I know he'd keep me safe from everything. I wanted that so badly, a soft whimper escaped my mouth.

He looked at me and his eyes got darker, he sort of hurried his pace towards me, until the pixie looking girl got his attention and called him to their table.

I quickly turned towards my tray, my eyes filling with tears, I harshly wiped them away.

What did you think would happen, Bella?

That he'd be your knight in shining armour and he'll carry you out of here to live happy ever after?

I snorted at that. But I couldn't help but look over to him to see what he was doing.

His whole posture seemingly looked as if he was forcing himself to sit down with an anchor on his lap,preventing him from moving. To not run. To where, I have no idea.

Our eyes met and without my permission another whimper left my mouth. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this stranger having this effect on me?

Who is he and why does he feel like home?