I walked into the classroom that morning so nervous yet exited at the same time. I had just finished my Bachelors in Literature and found a job close to home. Where is my home do you ask? Well none other than Forks, Washington. I was now the English lit. teacher at Forks High school.
My name is Bella Swan and I have had an uninteresting life to say the least. I grew up in Phoenix until I was 17 years old and my junior year of high school. I lived with my mother in Phoenix but when she got remarried to a younger baseball player I could see how unhappy it made her to have to stay home with me while he was gone. So being the adult in my mother and mine's relationship I usually made the sacrifices. This being the case I moved in with my father who was the Police Chief of Forks.
It was difficult at first but after awhile I got into the swing of things, and even made some really good friends. Two of the best friends a person could have and the boyfriend I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.
Rosalie Hale was always like and older sister to me. She was always the one to make me feel better and she was also very protective. She was a tall blonde with looks that rival supermodels, but she could drink like a guy and loved fast cars. She could even beat the best at a hot dog eating contest. I love how she can just walk into a room and own it.
The next of my friends was Alice Brandon; she is my personal stylist and confidant. I tell her everything usually over lunch after a long shopping spree of her telling me that I should care more about my appearance. Not that I don't care I just don't see the point in buying a whole new wardrobe when I have a perfectly good professional wardrobe at home. To which the small pixie like girl with spiky black hair responded "yeah more like retirement home professional"
My boyfriend when I was in high school at Forks was Jacob Black. We dated until we both realized that a friendship was better. He was everything I could want in a brother type way but not in a boyfriend type way. He was the son of my father's best friend Billy Black so we pretty much grew up together. It was good that we both agreed it was a friendly relationship and not a romantic one because I don't know how our fathers would've taken a bad breakup.
Anyways, now all of us of somehow managed to stay in contact. Rosalie is working as a realtor in Seattle while she goes to school to get her engineering degree. She is with Emmett McCarty and they will soon get married. Alice went away to France for two years to study fashion, needless to say that was the longest two years of my life. She is currently working in Port Angeles to get her own store up and running. She has also found happiness with the good southern gentleman name Jasper Whitlock. They are both good people and were only made for each other. And Jacob is still in college working his way through to pay it while he goes. He wants be a mechanic and own his own garage someday. He has always been a natural with cars. He even restored his own car when he was sixteen. He is dating someone but is keeping it a secret from me. He says I will love her but no one will be good enough for him.
And myself, well today is the first day of the rest of my life. Cliché I know! But it definitely feels like it. I am starting my first day of teaching at Forks High School. It was now 7:30 A.M. and the students would get here around eight. I had everything in the room in place and ready for the kids to start the day all I needed was to make copies of some worksheets we would be doing.
I walked down the hall to the printer and being my clumsy walked tripped on yet another flat surface. Papers flew everywhere and it was like I was back in high school all over again. I heard a giggle from behind me to find none other than Jessica Stanley.
"Well if it isn't Bella Swan, I knew I recognized you." She said in a condescending tone, still making no move to help me gather my things.
"Jessica, how have you been?" I ask trying to keep my tone civil.
"Great, I heard you were back I just didn't quite believe it." She said in that voice I had loathed since high school.
"Is that why you're here?"
She snorted "No, don't think so highly of yourself. I'm here for a meeting with the vice principal about a substitute-teaching job. Wow, you haven't changed a bit, always thinking the world revolves around you" she said while walking away, stepping on a few of my stray papers while trying to make a point.
"Gah, I hate her." I murmured under my breath.
"You're not the only one." A small voice said beside me. I turned to see a very pretty brunette and she was helping me to pick up the last of my things. She straightened up to hand them to me and I realized how tall she was. I stood there stunned for a while trying to guesstimate. She wasn't too tall just taller than most. "Hi, I'm Angela. I'm the secretary in the front office." She extended her hand for me to shake it.
"Oh yeah, sorry, Bella Swan. It's nice to meet you. How do you know Jessica?" I asked while I took her hand.
"Well I guess I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. I do look a bit different since high school" she stated with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm Angela Webber, we went to here to high school together."
"Oh, wow, you look……Wow!" I said stunned, thinking back to the awkward girl with cat eyeglasses and almost granny style clothing. She was the daughter of a Lutheran pastor after all, and daughters of preachers are by no means all like that but she was definitely the stereotype.
"Yeah, thank you. I'll never get used to that. Well, I went away to school met the man of my dreams and became what I am now with a little confidence and some very helpful articles in Vogue" she chuckled. Then the bell rang, I hadn't even noticed the students filing in until the bell
"Well, I hope to catch up soon, I've got to get back to class now. It was great seeing you. You look amazing." I said back to her.
"I'm gonna hold you to that." She said with a smile, with which I returned.
I walked to my door and opened it 'well here goes nothing' I thought to myself and pushed the door open.