"Bella! Wakey, wakey! It's the first day of school," Emmett hollered as he bounded up the stairs and burst open the door to my room.

Emmett and I are twins. He's a huge muscle man, while I have a more petite frame. I have a pretty slender body, but I've been told I have curves in the right places. He has curly hair that's cut short so that you can hardly see the curls. His hair is brown. So is mine, but I have more red in it. I have wavy, long hair halfway down my back. We shared the same chocolate brown eyes.

I groaned. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of being awoken at this ungodly hour?" I asked sarcastically.

"Me!"

I chuckled. My brother Emmett, what a goofball.

"Come on, little sis!"

"Jesus, Emmett, you're three minutes older. I hardly think that counts."

Today was the first day of school. Emmett and I were gonna be juniors. Mommy dearest decided to send us back to Forks to live with our father. Not that I hate my mom, but how does she expect us to live with a man we hardly even know? But I was gonna make the best of this. The reason our mother sent us here is so that we could apparently spend a few years with Charlie before, I quote: "my little babies are grown up."

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you a few important details. Our mom is Renee Dwyer, famous clothing designer. Her line is called Clarity. Guess the name fits. Renee is clear as glass. Super easy to read. She's up there with Chanel, Gucci, and all that jazz. She's married to our stepdad Phil Dwyer. Yup, the third baseman for the Yankees. Nice guy. Our dad Charlie, on the other hand is a famous music producer who owns Swan Records. I'm talking Ke$ha, 3OH!3, Justin Bieber, the whole nine yards. Renee and Phil live in Manhattan while Charlie decided to stay outta the spotlight in LA. So he resides in Forks, his hometown. He lives in a huge mansion that Emmett and I call now call home. But his company headquarters is in Seattle.

I got up and hopped into the shower and washed my hair with my strawberry shampoo. When I got out I put my hair in a towel and went to go pick out my clothes. I opened the french doors to my enormous closet. I was gonna go simple today. I grabbed a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white v neck. For shoes… I eyed my gray Vans. Eh, what the heck. The heels can wait. It's my first day and I don't wanna make an impression by tripping over thin air. I walked over to my vanity. I put on very little light green eye shadow, eye liner, and a swipe of mascara. No need for blush, I do that enough. I left my mahogany hair in its naturally loose waves but put on a gray slouchy beanie.

I met Emmett downstairs in the kitchen. He was shoveling food into that bottomless pit of his. Today he was wearing some dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt. He wore that with a pair of Nikes. I grabbed a Poptart and dragged him out to the driveway. There was a red Audi A5 with a note on the windshield waiting for us. I scanned the note.

Bella and Emmett, I know your cars haven't arrived from New York yet, so I bought you guys a car to drive to school today. Think of it as one of your homecoming presents.

I got into the passenger seat and Emmett sped down our block and turned left, earning us the satisfactory sound of a screech as a result of the speed we were going. We cruised into the parking lot of Forks High. I surveyed the other cars. Honestly, they weren't much to look at. All of the cars looked as if the only thing holding them together was the rust accumulated over the years under the constant rain and clouds of Forks. The only other cars in the parking lot that could even hold a candle to ours was a red BMW M3 and a silver Volvo. I put on my black Ray Bans as we parked. Emmett and I stepped out of the car and were met by hundreds of stares. I took a deep breath. "Come on, Bells." Emmett beckoned me to join him.

Here we go.