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Verity's POV

"Bella and Verity, hons, are you sure about this?" my mother asked me and my twin Bella, as she drove us to the Phoenix airport.

"Mom, don't worry about us. We WANT to go to Forks." Bella replied, putting on a false cheerful face. Renee didn't notice but I saw right through her. You see, me and Bella is as close as sisters can get.

When we were four, Mom decided that she had enough of Forks. It is a small rainy town and Renee absolutely loves the sun. Dad, who is the police chief of Forks, felt he had a responsibility and would even listen to the idea of moving. Renee eventually had enough so she packed our bags, and left dad. We've visited him during summer holidays but Bella really hates the rain, so the visits ceased.

"Yeah, besides, I'd like to eat my ice cream without it melted first, for a change." I pulled a face. Renee and Bella cracked up and the tension was lightened.

"Are you sure sweethearts? I just feel so guilty, I mean, first I took you away from your dad, and now I'm sending you guys back because of me! Are you-"

"Mom, relax, we understand it's not your fault." I said, trying to soothe her, and keep her from repeating the same speech again.

To be honest, I love the sun as much as Bella does. But ever since Renee met her new husband Phil, who is a baseball player, she had to divide her time between us and him. Phil has to move around a lot because of his job, and mom doesn't feel that it's fair for us to move around with her every season. Renee is happy to spent time with us, but misses Phil. It makes her unhappy. So Bella and I decided it's time to spend some quality time with dad.

We had arrived at the terminal. "Alright. Tell Charlie hi from me. I love you both. You'll always be welcome here." Renee hugged us both before she left.

"So, are you ready Bells?" I grinned at Bella, but it came out more as a grimace.

"As ready as you are." She replied.

Together we walked to our flight.

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After we got off the plane and grabbed the four suitcases we owned. We have two each. I filled my spare suitcase with clothes and Bella fills hers with books. I love reading, but shopping is a much loved hobby. Also money is not a problem, because there was four generations of lawyers in Renee's side of the family.

Dad's chief cruiser was waiting for us outside the building.

"Hi girls, long time no see! V and Bells, you two look very grown up." Dad said to us as he helped to put our luggage in the car.

"Hey Charlie, thanks. Renee says hi." I beamed at him.

"Hey dad, thanks." Bella blushed – a natural reaction – and tripped over something. I helped her up.

"You going to have to be more careful here Bells." I warned her.

"I know mother." She grinned. I rolled my eyes at her.

Charlie told us that we would have our own bedroom and bathroom as he drove us to his 4 bedroom house. The conversation pretty much ended there.

When we arrived, I was shocked to see two shiny new cars parked in the drive way. Two 2006 3.2 V6 S-Tronic Audi, one in snow white and the other midnight black.

"The keys are in the ignition. You girls will have to talk over what color you want." Charlie smiled.

"Is t-that, f-for us?" Bella stuttered.

"All yours. I just want you girls to be happy here." Charlie said.

"Thanks dad!" Bella and I squealed. We both tackled him in a hug. His face turned red – a trait Bella inherited from him – and awkwardly hugged us back. Charlie isn't good at putting his emotion into reaction.

Once we got off him, he dragged our bags inside and told us he'll be having a beer, and if we need him, he's in the lounge.

"Vicky what car do you want?" Bella asked. Out of all the people in this planet only Bella is allowed to call me Vicky.

"I don't know. What car do you want?" I smiled, even though I already know the answer.

"White. And I'm guessing you like the black?" She grinned back.

"Yup."

Lazily, we dragged our suitcases to our separate rooms. Our rooms were upstairs, facing each other. I glanced at my room; wasn't very big, but it wasn't that small either. Once I had finished unpacking, I walked down stairs to find that Bella's already making dinner.

"Smells good, do you need any help?" I asked. I was hoping she'd say no because she was a better cook then I am.

"Nope, everything's under control." She said.

"Can you believe Charlie got us two nice cars?" I exclaimed, unable to keep my excitement to myself.

"No." She giggled. She then sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Forks is turning out to be better than I thought."

"Then what is it?" I pressed.

"I don't want to tell you this, but I guess you'll have to know." She sighed again. "It's just that, well, we have school tomorrow."

"We're WHAT?!" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"I know. It hasn't even been a day yet. But it's the least we could do for Charlie, considering how hard he tried for us to be happy." Bella responded.

"When did you found out?" I demanded.

"When you were unpacking."

After dinner I took a shower, and hit the sack fairly early. I was jet legged, and I can tell that tomorrow is going to be a long day.


"BEEP…BEEPBEEP…BEEP…"my alarm clock screeched. I groaned. Then I pulled my comforter off me. It's time for school. I sighed.

I took a shower and changed into a pair of bootcut dark jeans, a purple T-shirt and a long red coat. I put on some comfy boots and French braided my long, mahogany hair. Grabbing my messenger bag, I headed down stairs. Bella was already there, dressed in simple blue jeans, a long sleeved black shirt, a crème colored coat, with black boots and her dark chocolate hair in a ponytail. She was playing with her cereal.

"Good morning." She greeted me.

"Good morning. How was your sleep?" I asked.

"Fine. Yours?"

"Good." I grabbed myself some cereal, and we ate breakfast in silence. After we finished, I rinsed our bowls under the sink and asked Bella if she wants to drive separately.

"No, how about if we drive in my car. This way it saves gas and we won't stand out. Much." She said. I bitted my lip; Bella hates attention almost as much as she hates people buying things for her.

"Alright."

The ride to school was quiet. Bella played our favorite CD. Unlike most people, we have different taste in Music. We listen to a lot of classic and a few modern songs we like to sing along to.

When we arrived it was still early. She parked near the main administration. It was raining lightly outside, and we were both glad when we walked into the dry reception.

"Hello, I'm Verity Swan and this is my sister Isabella Swan. We're new here." I told the receptionist.

"Of course, welcome to Forks High School. I have your schedules right here, and here's a map of the school. And bring these slips back at the end of the day with each teacher's signature." She then went through the routines of the school, highlighting the shortcuts. Then she bided us goodbye.

"Sounds like Charlie's being talking to the whole town about us." I stated to Bella.

She sighed.

We compared schedules; luckily, we had all the classes together. We had English, Government, and Trigonometry, gym, Spanish, lunch, and then Biology. I grimaced. Bella was really uncoordinated, and me being her partner during gym for the past 2 years knew that sports and Bella doesn't get along. And whenever she hurts herself, she brings someone down as well. Usually the closest person next to her, which is me, aka her partner.

The showers stopped as more people began to arrive. That was when the staring and pointing began. I frowned. You see, Bella and I were both rather pretty. We both are taller than average, yet not what you call tall. We're fairly skinny, and we have curves. Our skin is the color of pearl. We both have a heart shaped face, perfect straight nose, with full rosy lips, cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. The only differences are Bella have chocolate eyes with chocolate hair, while I have blue eyes with mahogany hair.

Bella doesn't think she's beautiful at all. Average, is what she calls herself. She never understands why people hit on her.

A guy with blond hair and baby face walked up to us. "Hi, I'm Mike and you guys must be the Swan sisters."

"Yes that's us. I'm Verity and this is Bella." I politely introduced us.

"Hi." Bella smiled timidly.

"So do you guys need any help finding your classes?" He asked. Was he joking? This place is a basically a square. Guess that crossed him off from the Able-to-make-friends list.

"No thank you, we're fine." I told him.

He frowned. "You sure? You could get lost in here."

Bella realized what was going on. She bit her lip to stop laughing.

"No thank you. The bell is about to ring and I think we should get to class. See you around." We walked quickly away from the 'Labrador'.

"I think we just found ourselves another 'Labrador'." Bella whispered to me. We glanced at each other and then exploded into laughter.

After we calmed down, we walked quickly to English. Thankfully the teacher was late and we were saved the trouble of introducing ourselves.

School was just what I expected; girls being unfriendly to us and the boys doing crazy things to get our attention. Typical high school.

This girl named Jessica walked with me and Bella to the cafeteria. We sat with Mike and his friends. After buying two palmed sized pizzas, I sat down, and gave Bella her lunch. That's when I noticed them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were six of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me or Bella, unlike most of the other student, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eye. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the four boys, one was big – muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond hair. The third was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. But it was the last guy who seized my attention firmly.

He had the same shade of bronze hair as the third boy. He was slightly taller, and slightly more muscular. His face looked so similar to the third boy, yet you could tell the difference. There wasn't a word that could describe his beauty.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of Sports Illustrated swim issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every on of them was chalky pale, the palest of all students living in this sunless town. Paler than me and Bells, the albinos. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes – purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

But all this is not why I couldn't look away.

I stared at them, because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were the faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful – maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze haired boys

Bella noticed them too. "Who are they?" She asked Jessica.

Apparently Jessica noticed us looking at the perfect strangers, because she didn't even look up. "That's Edward, Anthony, Emmett and Alice Cullen, Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

Strange unpopular names. The kind of name grandparents had.

"They are… very nice looking." I struggled with the understatement of the century.

"Yes!" Jessica agreed with a giggle. "They all together though – Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. They live together. They never socialize either. They don't talk to anyone outside their group unless it's like a school project or something." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.

"Which ones are the Cullens? They don't look related…" Bella asked.

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They all adopted. The Hales are brothers and sisters, twins – the blondes – and they're brothers and sisters. They have been Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that. "

"Who are the boys with the reddish brown hair?" I questioned.

"The slightly taller one is Anthony, and the other one is Edward. But don't waste your time, neither of them dates." Jessica sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I bit my lip to hide a smile.

I was getting sick of all the staring, apparently so have Bella.

"Let's go to my car and listen to a CD, we've still got half and hour to kill." She suggested.

"Sounds perfect."

We dumped our rubbish in the bin. Then we walked over to our car.

Claire De Lune filled the car, and we both sighed in content. This piece always makes us feel relaxed and free.

Suddenly someone tapped my window. I rolled it down quickly. I felt my eyes go wide when I saw who it was.

"Hi, my name is Alice Cullen. This is my sister Rosalie." The pixielike girl introduced. Rosalie gave us a small wave, smiling.

Once I recovered from my shock, I looked at them. Why would they want to talk to us? "Hi, I'm Verity and this is Bella."

Bella smiled at both of them.

"I'm sorry if we're disturbing you. We could leave, if you want." Alice looked down at her feet sadly. Her expression was heart breaking.

"No no, you didn't. We're just shocked that you would talk to us, that's all." I hurriedly explained.

The bright smile was back on Alice's face again. "Great! Why don't we get to know each other better? How about if we go on a shopping trip after school?"

I beamed at her. "I LOVE shopping! Where do you want to go?"

She smiled, if possible, even wider. "Me too! How about if we go to Seattle? We can drive there after school. It's the weekend anyways."

"Uh oh, you don't want to get her started on the subject of shopping, she'll never stop." Rosalie said in a serious expression. Alice slapped her arm playfully.

Bella groaned.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked.

"Don't mind her, she hates shopping." I explained.

"WHAT?!" Alice exclaimed, shocked.

"I'd be surprised if anyone doesn't hate shopping with Alice." Rosalie mumbled. Alice was too shocked to reply to Rosalie's little jab.

The bell rang. We waved good bye to Alice and Rosalie. We then hurried to our next class.