It's monday. The last day of Forks High School's winter break. I wait in a doctor's office. I don't realize how tense I am until a female doctor walks into the room and I relax. I'd been so worried that it would be Dr. Cullen.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Walker," she introduces herself. I understand you're here to get a prescription for antidepressants?"

"Yes."

Bella puts her book down as she stretches. She opted to stay in the truck during Ariel's appointment. That way she wouldn't have to walk through the rain more than necessary. Nor would she draw the attention of anyone in the waiting room. She rubs at her arms. Her new flannel shirts were all rather warm, but sitting in the truck with no heater and pelting rain outside, it was getting cold. She was used to Arizona heat after all. She shrugs on her puffy rain jacket. The Beast's engine is too loud to just let it idle in the parking lot.

The Beast is the nickname Rebecca Black, one of Jacob's sisters, gave Billy's truck years ago. Her reasoning being that it rumbles and growls like a giant beast. Bella thinks the name is fitting. The name is one of the main reasons she loves the truck, though she'll never admit that to Ariel. She gets enough grief about the Disney movie as is.

Honestly she kind of hates it when Ariel compares her to Belle. They both love reading, but that's where the similarities end in Bella's mind. Belle is social and adventurous. Bella is shy and awkward. Belle sacrifices herself for her father. The bravest thing Bella has ever done is change schools in the middle of the school year. Belle is beautiful. Bella is...plain. Plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, average height, average weight. Pasty skin that burns more often than it tans. The best thing she has going for her, in her own opinion, is that she hardly ever gets pimples or black heads. Ariel always says how they have the same face, but Bella can't help but feel Ariel is prettier. She's adventurous with her hair, her clothes. She gets a smattering of freckles on her nose when she spends enough time in the sun. Her eyes pop with any outfit she wears. Most of all, she doesn't care what other people think of her and that confidence just makes her shine in Bella's eyes.

Bella sighs and looks out the window. It's still raining, but not as hard as when they left the house. They're going to the hair salon after this, then grocery shopping. Charlie hardly keeps anything in the house, dining out or with the Black's most days. Well, Bella loves to cook. She learned how because her mother is terrible at it and Ariel thinks a microwave and a fridge are the only things you need in a kitchen. One of the only things Bella is looking forward to about school tomorrow is her elective, Home Ec. It's one that wasn't taught at their old school.

Spotting Ariel exiting the building in her teal raincoat, Bella starts the truck. The Beast roars to life.

All the tension that left me at the doctor's office returns when we pull up to Loche's Locks. The salon shares the parking lot with two other buildings. There are only a few cars in the lot when we pull up, most of them older. One car stands out though. It's a green convertible and expensive looking. I don't remember any of the Cullen's having a green car, but with how expensive the car appeared, it was unlikely to be anyone else. I hope that they are in one of the other businesses.

That hope dies as we walk into the salon. A beautiful blonde sits in one of the salon chairs. A large, handsome brunette sits with a magazine in the waiting area.

Mrs. Loche, the owner of the place, turns towards us as the bell on the door rings.

"Ah, you must be Charlie's girls," she greets from where she stands behind the blonde. "You're a bit early, and I'm afraid I'm understaffed today. Poor Ronnie came down with the flu. You'll have to wait a bit."

"That's fine Mrs. Loche," I say with a forced smile. Bell and I sit in the waiting area. I grab a magazine and shove it at Bell. "Here, try to find something you like." Bell rolls her eyes but takes the magazine.

"Call me Liz dear. Now," Mrs. Loche returns her attention to her current client. "Are you sure you want to cut it all off, Rosalie?"

"I'm not cutting it all off, Liz," the blonde, Confirmed to be Rosalie Hale, answered. "Just shorter. I want to donate it."

As Liz works on Rosalie I observe her and the brunette I presume is Emmett. They don't look like vampires. At least not how vampires are described in the books, or portrayed in the movies. Their skin is pale, but not unnaturally so. Emmett has a cooler skin tone, while Rosalie has a warm skin tone. They both have shadows under their eyes, but it's not prominent. I only notice because I'm looking for it. They're both better looking than your average person, but only like, movie star level. Not supernatural predator level. Emmett's eyes, from the glimpses that I get, are some shade of light brown. Possibly gold like the books, but just as likely to be amber. Rosalie's eyes are definitely blue though. I can tell even with the distance and odd angle between us.

I don't know if I should be relieved or worried. It's possible they aren't vampires, just good looking rich kids. It's also possible vampire's in this world are totally different from the books. If that's the case, then I am flying blind. Everything I know about the books goes out the window, and I have no way to prepare for the possible dangers that lay ahead.

I take a deep breath to calm down. No need to get myself worked up here and now. I'll worry about it tonight. Right now, I'm just a teenager getting her hair done with her sister before school starts.

"Alright, which of you girls wants to go first?" Liz asks. Roslie is under the hair dryer having gotten auburn highlights after getting a foot cut off and bagged for donation.

"I'll go," Bell says as she puts the magazine down. "I'm just getting a trim."

"Beeeeellllll," I whine. "Bangs, layers, something, please. You haven't changed your hair in years." She glares at me. The last time she got a haircut rather than a trim was because some jerk stuck gum in it.

"You'd look cute with bangs," Rosalie adds, peeking out from behind a car magazine under the dryer. "Well, cuter," she corrects with a charming smile and a wink.

I stare in shock. Did Rosalie, possible vampire, supposed to be dating Emmett, Hale just flirt with my sister.

"Oh, erm thanks," Bell squeaks a response, blushing hard.

When we leave the Salon, Bell has bangs.