Bella's POV:

"Bells, come on, time to get up." Charlie said quietly while shaking me gently. You see, today was the first day of 11th grade. Oh how fun! I seriously hate school, waking up early sucks, learning sucks, everything about it just sucks.

"I'm up," I said groggily. He nodded his head as he headed back to his room to finish getting ready. Charlie—also known as my dad—is the chief in Phoenix, Arizona. He's the only one in the picture right now, my mom—Renee—died two years ago due to skin cancer.

I really didn't care what I looked like, jeans and a t-shirt is all I really ever wear. I don't need to make a big impression on anyone. Really, my only friend is Angela Webber, I'm not complaining or anything though, she's great, my best friend. I talk to other people and am friendly with others…just we never cliqued like Angela and I did.

By the time I finished getting ready I realized Charlie had already left to go to work. I quickly grabbed a granola bar, my backpack and my keys and headed to my old, rustic, red truck. Isn't really much of a looker but it sure is sturdy….besides the weird sound it makes every time I start it up.

It takes about a max of ten minutes to get to school so it wasn't really a big ordeal or anything. As soon as I got to the parking lot and turned off my engine I spotted Angela.

"Ang!" I yelled over, "Angela!"

She noticed me and ran over, "Oh my gosh Bella!" she said giving me a big hug, "We didn't hang out enough during the summer! I missed you!"

I laughed hugging her back just as hard, "That's your fault! You and your camp, oh and don't forget about Ben." I raised an eyebrow and she blushed. Ben is her very first and very steady boyfriend. I can tell you, they make the most adorable couple!

We knocked hips as we walked towards the school talking about our summers. Hers was way more interesting than mine. All I did was help out at a local pet store and hang around the house.

We started talking about the classes we had—we got our schedules in the mail. Turns out we have all classes besides math together. She's in the higher level math class.

"So, did you hear about that pen-pal thing we are doing in English this year?" She rattled on.

That took me by surprise. Pen-pal? I didn't hear anything about that. "No," I said. "What is it?" I asked curiously.

She smiled, Angela loves explaining things, "Well, Mrs. Aaron, the English teacher, formed this thing with some school in Washington and we are all going to be paired up with someone randomly from a school there!"

"Oh really?" I murmured. That didn't sound all that bad. Actually, sounded quite fun. We can really say whatever we want to this person, act as someone we'd never really be, it's not like I'm ever going to meet someone from Washington.

"Yeah, we are actually starting it today; at least that's what Ben told me….his mom works with the school board."

"That's cool. Sounds pretty fun don't you think?" I asked her. I love writing as well so this project should definitely be a good one. Ten times better than sitting on the computer researching information on a dead guy.

She nodded and chatted on as we made our way to class. Coincidentally, we have English first period.

Thank God out teacher Mrs. Aaron let us pick our own seats, so of course Angela and I sat next to each other. Mrs. Aaron got right to the chase about the whole English assignment right after she told us her teacher expectations.

"So, for the first couple of weeks to start us off we will be having pen-pals from a small town in Washington State called Forks! Everyone will at random pick a name from the hat," she shook a black hat that made a little sound from the paper pieces inside. "We will send them the letters first and within a couple of days we should receive letters from them. Tell them about yourself, your likes, hobbies, anything at all you're interested in."

We all nodded as Mrs. Aaron came around with the hat. When she finally got to our table I stuck my hand in and Angela did too.

"On the count of three?" she asked when we both had the papers in our hands and Mrs. Aaron had carried on giving the hat to others.

I nodded.

"1….." I started.

"2…..." she said.

"3……" We shouted at the same time and opened out papers.

"I got some girl named….Jessica Stanley." She said happily, "Wonder what she's like."

I shrugged and looked at mine. "I got Edward Cullen."

"That's cool….wonder if he's cute." She waggled her eyebrows as I blushed and rolled my eyes. She's been trying to hook me up with someone since forever! She's tried everyone, but honestly, most boys my age and way to immature for my taste. All they care about is sex and looks. They don't care about the actual girl….well Ben seems to care about Angela for the girl she is…but he's a very rare exception.

The bell rang and Angela and I made our way to our next class…..but really, the rest of the day was a complete blur, I just couldn't stop thinking about what I'd write to this Edward guy.

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"Aright, see ya later Ang!" I called as I made my way to my truck. She waved in response. I really couldn't wait to get home and on my laptop. I've been thinking all day about what to write to Edward and I think I have a pretty good idea on what I will write.

I got home in no time, there wasn't any traffic and the school isn't far as it is. Charlie wasn't home yet but I quickly took out some steaks to thaw so I could cook them up later. Charlie plus kitchen does not equal anything good. If anything it equals something very bad.

I quickly ran up to my room, put on some old sweats and a t-shirt, and grabbed my laptop. I propped it up on my legs as I sat Indian style on my bed and started writing.

Dear Edward Cullen,

I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Isabella Swan and I am a high school junior at Phoenix High in sunny Arizona! Please don't refer to me as Isabella though, I prefer Bella. So, I find this pen-pal thing pretty cool, I don't know about you but I love to write. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I've never told anyone, but I actually would love to become an author…..I've experimented with writing and I've gotten pretty far in a novel of mine that I'm in the process of writing right now. So, my teacher told us we were just supposed to tell each other about us. There really isn't anything exciting about me. I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, not much of a uniqueness there, and I also have really pale skin, probably one of the palest at my school……people like to say I'm part albino since I can't even get a tan in Arizona. Well, I can't wait to hear from you. Talk—or I guess I should say write—to you soon.

~Bella Swan.

I thought it was a pretty good icebreaker letter. I thought I'd want to act like someone different….but if I do I'm not going to get the full purpose of this project. We are supposed to be ourselves I'm assuming, not try to be someone we aren't.

I printed the letter and put it in an envelope to bring to school tomorrow. I wonder what this Edward guy will write back.

A/N: Hope you liked it so far! Just popped into my mind last night, thought I'd write it down before I forgot! Please review 333