Chapter two already? wow heeyooo. We get to meet the canon cast now! Read and review! :^)

Olly snapped awake the next morning, her head flinging to the side and her breaths short and quick. Her lungs felt as if she had run a marathon with sandpaper attached to them. What did she dream about last night?

Rubbing her eyes, she groggily flung her arm around her bed and searched for her phone, needing to know the time.

"It's only four?" she questioned out loud, squinting her eyes as so shield them from the blinding light of her phone.

Hulu was still playing, and an old episode of Chowder looped. The girl sat up in her bed, against her large supply of pillows, and mindlessly watched. Today was her first day of Forks high school as a junior. While she was only sixteen years old, she had managed to skip a grade at her old Arizona high school, putting her on par with her brainiac sister.

She frowned at the thought of schoolwork. She never did her schoolwork on time, she procrastinated to the very minute it was due and cranked it out. Olly'd stay up for hours after dark pumping out essays and math sheets, not wanting to have to face the teacher and say she didn't do it. The one time she thought she would've been able to get away with it, was the day her teacher announced to the class who didn't have their paper- her name was the only one called. The teacher had basically called her lazy in front of her peers, and while she wasn't a social outcast, she wasn't a popular kid and was scared that single thing would sink her meager reputation down the drain.

Olly's heart started steadily becoming faster, pumping blood faster through her veins. She was going to be the new girl at a school who had went to school with each other since diapers. She was going to be the odd man out, and nobody would want to be her friend. I mean, who would want to be friends with someone like me?

She shook her head and slapped her cheek lightly. "Don't think like that, Olive. You are beautiful, and you are loved."

Not wanting to be negative on her first day, she decided to get a head start on the day. Hoping out of her bed, she quickly made the bed and lit a candle that sat in her windowsill. A bakery was being formed in her room, and she smiled.

Hobbling to the bathroom, she threw the door open and locked it behind her. Grabbing a towel from the rack beside the toilet, she stripped herself of her clothes and hopped into the scalding water, red welts being left after the water hit. She would be sure to apply liberal amounts of lotion after this shower, she didn't want chapped skin.

A knock on the door interrupted her daydream about owning an art gallery. "Olly, I'm heading off to work. Have a good day at school, love you." the gruff voice announced.

"Don't have too much fun!" she called back.

With that, she proceeded with her thirty minute shower, using all of the hot water in the process. Emerging from the shower, she wrapped her towel tightly around her form before stepping back into her room, skimming through her clothes.

Olly wasn't one to really care about what she wore, but she made an effort today. First impressions are important, and if she looked slightly attractive, maybe she'd find herself a boyfriend to distract her. We both know how the last relationship ended, don't even think about it.

She managed to pick out what she was going to wear, and it was moped friendly. Slipping on her underwear, she pulled thick black leggings on. A large maroon sweater hung off of her, reaching her mid thigh. Wool socks adorned her feet and black knee high boots finished her ensemble.

Deciding her outfit was as good as it was going to get, she shook her short brown hair, water droplets flinging to the floor. The short girl went back to the bathroom and blow dried her hair before straightening it.

The rest of her morning routine came and went with ease. She didn't bother eating breakfast, she didn't like eating in the mornings. She slung on her dark green peacoat, put on her bookbag, and was out the door. Olly started her moped and hummed in pleasure and she heard the engine purr.

"I'm Olive Swan, I'm new." Olly stated robotically, trying to keep her nerves at bay.

When her and Bumblebee strolled into the Forks high school parking lot, heads turned faster than the second coming of Christ. Olly tried to ignore the stares and points as she wandered to the office.

Her best feature was faking it, and she sure as hell was going to fake confidence. Head held high and her helmet in hand, the office was going to be made her bitch… is she was thought before she was face to face with an adult.

The woman with bright red hair smiled and said, "Your Charlie's daughter, aren't you? It's so nice to meet you, miss Olive! Here, your schedule and a slip, bring this back to me at the end of the day, alright?"

Olly nodded and thanked her before exiting the office into the sea of students. A wave of anxiety crashed into her and pooled at her feet. She stomped into the puddles and left the office and the puddles in her wake. She was going to act normal today, she could cry when she got home.

Not paying attention to her surroundings, she had bumped into a wall. Or, she thought it was a wall. Glancing up, she was face to face with someone who could have played in the NFL.

"I'm sorry!" she rushed out. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"

The curly haired boy laughed. "It's fine, but be careful, next time it might be a trash can."

Olly smiled and apologized once more before hurrying to AP art, turning her back and powering through the halls. She hadn't seen the tall boy shake his head and smirk as he watched her walk away.

Olly had managed to make friends to sit with at lunch. Her worries were for nothing, all she had to do was throw around the ol' Swan charm. Jessica lead her to the lunch room and to a table already bustling with life.

"Everyone, this is Olive!" Jessica announced as she and her new friend sat down at the table. She wasn't going to bother with telling them to call her Olly, it was just a childish nickname.

A tall blonde girl who sat beside a shorter, dark haired girl smiled and greeted her. "I'm Lauren, your chief Swan's daughter, right?"

Olly nodded. "Yeah, and your mom's a teacher here. She's my art teacher."

The girl beside her introduced herself as Angela, and Olly could tell she was a soft spoken girl, being overshadowed by the talkative Lauren and Jessica. Three boys soon approached the table, sitting down in seats that seemed to be designated for them.

Jessica quickly swallowed the food that was in her mouth and waved at Olly to catch her attention, as she was chatting with Angela and Lauren.

"Olive, these lovely boys are Mike, Tyler, and Eric. Introduce yourselves!" She snapped her fingers and pointed at the three boys who weren't shocked to be forced to do things by the hands of Jessica.

Olly got a grip on who was who quickly, and she could tell these people were all childhood friends. They joked around and insulted each other in a friendly manner, which Olly was accustomed to. She liked these people, she decided.

As the dark haired girl sipped on her water, the doors that led to the courtyard outside swung open, revealing… five supermodels.

"Did they miss the photoshoot?" she asked, causing the table to laugh.

"Those are the Cullens." stated Lauren, eyeing them with her icy stare. "They're like, Forks high royalty or something. They act like they're too good for everybody else."

Olly was about to comment about agreeing, because disagreeing with her new and only friends would be detrimental, before she caught sight of the boy she ran into. He waved at her before the statuestic blonde beside him whacked his arm. She spotted Alice, who had introduced herself to Olly in art. Alice was very nice, she liked her.

"Emmett Cullen waved at you?" questioned Jessica, raising her eyebrow.

"I accidently ran into him on my way to class this morning, I was too busy staring at my schedule." Olly chuckled nervously. Had she done something to offend the table already by getting a wave?

"Did you run into his brother, too? Because he's looking at you." Angela said.

"Um… no? Not that I know of."

She turned around in her seat and looked at the table, meeting eyes with a golden hue for a split second before he turned away. What a weird way to meet someone.