A/N: This is my first fanfic in a while and I'm just starting to get back into writing. It's kinda AU because Bella's always lived with Charlie and she's got a secret of her own, but I like the idea. Hopefully this'll turn into at least a decent fanfic and that you'll enjoy it. Well I guess that's it for now. Please Read and Review. :)
For as long as I can remember I haven't been normal. I've never felt like I fit in with my friends and most of the time it was hard to keep what I needed to from them. Maybe if they knew the truth I would fit in better, then again, it was more likely that they would completely freak out.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, Bella for short, and I live with my father Charlie in Forks, Washington. My mother Renee left my father and me when I was too young to remember. I've been visiting her in the summers since I was ten though; she finally decided she wanted to be a part of my life. She didn't feel as though she would be able to raise a child at such a young age, Charlie and Renee had gotten married right out of High School. I had always vowed to myself that I would never get married so young, that I would never leave a son or daughter. It's not that I didn't love my mother, but she had made some bad decisions and I refused to follow in her footsteps with the same ones. It had taken a couple of years for me to actually enjoy being in her company.
Charlie is the chief of police here in Forks and it was rather annoying having to be driven around in the police cruiser that he always drove. Luckily I had recently gotten his friends' old red truck. He was now in a wheel chair and so he could no longer drive it. Thankfully it was fairly cheap and did not need any work, it was just painstakingly loud. I was in love with it though and wouldn't trade it for anything.
Tomorrow was my first day of my junior year at Forks High School. There was talk of new students amongst my friends, which occupied my usually boring conversations with them in the days preceding school. We guessed what they would look like and what their names would be. It was something new, something exciting, which hardly ever happened here in the small and usually dull and boring town. Hopefully I could keep my emotions in check if the new kids turned out to be jerks; I didn't need my friends to start thinking of me as the weirdo again. When I was ten weird things would always occur when I was around, flying books, exploding popcorn, shaking tables. No one knew why things like this happened, only that they happened when I was around and so naturally the blame fell on me, labeling me as strange. I got the nickname weirdo and most of my friends were hesitant or refused to hang out with me. I had lost a few friends from that, not that I had really cared, I've always felt like I didn't belong, the fewer friends the better. I felt safer in smaller crowds, felt like I was less likely to lose control. However it was rather dull without any friends, there is not much to do in Forks, so I was glad to still have some friends even if I always felt out of place.
My alarm woke me up in the morning, causing me to fall out of bed as I rolled over to shut it off. "Ouch…" I yelped as I rubbed my head and stood up, stretching once I was firmly on both of my feet. Clumsy as always. I sighed as I realized what today was, the first day of school, oh joy. I quickly got dressed into the first outfit I found in my closet, jeans and a navy blue turtle neck. I slipped on some sneakers and stumbled downstairs, wishing I could just fast-forward through the day, knowing that it was impossible. I just had to suck it up and deal with it. It would be over soon enough, at least that's what I had to keep telling myself. I did not hate school nor did I love it, I just merely did not enjoy the
"Morning Bells," Charlie greeted me in the kitchen, not looking up from the morning paper, our usual school morning routine. Charlie would read the paper before leaving to go to the station while we ate in silence. My dad would leave before I needed to leave for school and so I would usually clean both of our dishes before heading out to my car for school.
"Morning," I mumbled grabbing a bowl, some cereal, and milk. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and slowly ate my usual breakfast of Apple Jacks. Once Charlie had left and I had cleaned the dishes from breakfast I sighed, realizing that I had to leave for school or I'd be late. I grabbed my coat which was on the coat rack by the door and headed to my car.
Once I was parked in the school parking lot it started to rain and I sighed heavily, disappointed. "Great…another first day...with rain," I mumbled to myself as I opened my car door and entered the newly falling rain.
My first class was Trigonometry in building three with Mr. Varner and I quickly headed for the building clearly marked with a three to escape the falling rain as fast as possible. I noticed a silver Volvo sitting in the parking lot as I passed it and almost stopped and stared. No one in Forks had a Volvo, who would drive one around here? Heck, who would drive one to this small school? I made it to building three with a couple minutes to spare and plopped down in the empty seat next to my friend Angela.
"Hey Angela, did you see that Volvo outside? Who would drive something like that to THIS school?" I quickly asked, barely pausing from when I had sat down to when I had started talking.
"It's one of the new kids'. There are five of them, they all came together. They're really unusual, very pale and extremely…" Angela was cut off as the teacher made us quiet down so he could start the lesson. As curious as I was about these five new students I would just have to wait until after class. I wasn't that great in math, I needed to pay as much attention as I could, not to mention getting in trouble on the first day of school would not go over well with Charlie.
Trigonometry seemed to drone on forever until finally the bell rang signaling the end of class. I hopped up and looked at Angela, waiting while she collected all of her things. I followed her out of the classroom, desperate to ask her what she had not been able to finish. I didn't know why this subject was so interesting to me, I usually wasn't this caught up with the gossip of Forks, but for some reason this new family piqued my interest.
"Ang, what were you saying about the new kids before class?" I quickly spit out as soon as we had left the classroom.
"The new kids…Oh yeah, they're very pale and extremely gorgeous. They basically have perfect features. They all look like they could be super-models or something. I think they moved here from Alaska or someplace cold like that. They're all adopted, their adopted father is a doctor," Angela rambled on.
I took all of this information in and stored it away in my memory so that I could recall it later on if necessary. "How'd you know all that?" I inquired curiously.
"My dad met the new kid's dad at the hospital, he's working there, very good my dad said. He told me some stuff. They're last names' are Cullen, well except for two of them, the Hales; they're twins, a boy and girl. There are two other boys and one other girl."
"Hm..." I mumbled thoughtfully. I realized that if I didn't get to class soon I would probably be late. "Hey, I'll see you at lunch, OK Ang? I gotta get to class, don't want to be late on my first day."
"Alright, cya there Bella," Angela replied, waving as she headed in the opposite direction toward her next class.
I carried on through the rest of my classes in a semi-daze until lunch, thinking only of the new students. I tried to imagine them in my mind, pale and beautiful. The images I came up with never seemed right, they seemed to perfect to be real. I couldn't wait until lunch so that I could see these five new students, who had the school in an uproar. When the bell before lunch rang I nearly skipped all the way to the lunch room, hardly realizing anything around me, just wanting to see these new students, see what everyone was talking so excitedly about. I reached the lunchroom, getting in line to grab some food and a bottle of pop. I refused to look around at everyone until I was seated at a table. I grabbed my tray, paid, and sat at my friends' usual table, the first one there, thankfully. I wasn't sure what my reaction would be when I laid eyes on them. I nibbled on a fry as I finally allowed my eyes to wander around the room, looking for the five kids I wanted to see…