Edward walked up to the desk and told the secretary his name, she quickly rifled through some documents and produced his timetable and a map of the school, although he was pretty sure that there were 20 classrooms max so it wouldn't be too difficult finding his way around. He took them from her with a nervous smile and she told him to turn right when he left the office and he would find his homeroom class about 5 doors down. He quickly looked at the room number and stuffed the paper in to his messenger bag. He was then exiting the office and luckily the halls had all cleared, everybody must be in homeroom by now.
Edward strolled up the corridor and reached the classroom that he was supposed to be in, he realised with some dilemma that although the corridors were clear the classroom was likely to be full and all eyes would be on him when he walked in late. Luckily he had a slip of paper from the office that was like a get out of jail free card for being late. He sighed and pushed open the door and as expected all heads turned his way, he avoided eye contact with all of the pupils and made his way to the teachers desk, depositing his note in their hand.
"Oh, hello Edward, we've been expecting you! I'm Mr Banner and I'd like to welcome you to Forks High, so would you like to tell everyone a little bit about yourself?" the teacher smiled as he gestured towards the rest of the class. When will teachers realise this is literally the worse way a new student will be introduced to the class? What the hell was he supposed to say? He realised he was just stood looking at some of the faces looking back at him, all expectantly waiting for him to talk.
"Uhh, hi. I'm Edward, I just moved here from New York. And that's about all there is to say really." He awkwardly stumbled over his words and quickly sat down in the seat pointed to by Mr Banner when he realised that's all he had to say. There was a girl to his right with platinum blonde hair who was deep in conversation with a huge bear of a guy, he looked like he definitely played football, definitely didn't look the friendly type. The guy noticed him looking and straightened himself out, making his way to the front of Edward's desk. Great, Edward thought, first day here and I'm about to have my ass handed to me in front of my whole home room, how humiliating. Edward sat up straighter, prepared for whatever confrontation was about to come.
"Hey Eddy! Welcome to Forks high, so why did you move from New York? I mean it's awesome there, or so I've heard. Definitely loads better than this crappy little town. Is it because of your parents? What do they do? Why would they want to move here?" The big guy stopped suddenly and looked expectantly at Edward. Christ, what did this guy want, his whole life story? Although it was still better than getting his ass kicked he supposed.
"Urm, well we moved because my father got a job here at the local hospital, he's a surgeon." Edward explained, he felt he didn't need to explain about his little sister and the trouble she got herself in. The big guy nodded at him.
"That's fair enough Eddy, but I'll warn ya, it's really boring here. There's nothing to do. I'm Emmett by the way, Emmett McCarty, Forks born and bred. Never been anywhere else really." He held out his hand and Edward took it, Emmett's grasp was firm.
"Emmett stop terrifying the poor guy, you're giving him like 20 questions and hes only just got here." The blonde slapped Emmett on the arm, a move he felt that Emmett probably didn't feel with the muscles there. "I'm sorry about him, he gets a little over excited. I'm Rosalie." She said smiling at him. She must have been one of the most beautiful girls Edward had ever seen and that included all of them in New York, she should give the runway models a run for their money.
"H-Hi. I'm Edward." He replied, although he realised the teacher had already introduced him so he instantly felt like a fool again, Rosalie didn't let on she just started chatting away. By the end of homeroom he had figured out that he had classes all day with at least one of them other than his free elective, which was music.