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First Night

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows down.

It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix. I think that's one thing I am not going to miss, the dreaded heat. I played with one of my snake bites as we pulled into the airport. Renee, my mother, turned to me just as she had before we even pulled out of the driveway.

"Bella……you don't have to do this," she said in that same tone she had been saying it in for the past week. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned to the window.

"Mom…..I want to. Its O.K. You need to have fun with Phil," I said and turned back to her to give her one of my fakest smiles.

She reached her hand out and caressed my cheek. "Okay….."

I leaned over the center consol of the car and hugged her tight.

"I love you, Mom," I said then let go of her and pushed my door open.

I went to the back and grabbed my bags and stood by her window. She wiped at her red eyes.

"Tell Charlie I said hi," she said. I nodded then smiled at her, she smiled back.

Then I gave her a small wave and started my journey threw the crowded terminal…..of course gaining stares at my appearance.

It was a four hour flight from Phoenix to Forks, my chosen destination and the destination if my father.

I gained stares as I exited the plane….some from passengers, crew, and security. I didn't look very threatening. My 5'4 height was not out of the ordinary. My hair was cut short in the back and long in the front, the emo style if you will, with a mixture of different colors on the edges but the main color was a dark brown which was my natural color. My clothes, which I know got their attention, consisted of my favorite black tight pants with rips, black shirt with the words "Kiss me, I'm EMO" in rainbow letters on the front, a pair of bright blue chucks, and a bright green jacket around me. Then all my piercing: snake bites, cartilage, a few up each ear, and then my belly button but nobody could see that.

But the stares don't bother me as much as they used to when I first started to dress myself, when Renee had decided that I was capable of picking gout my own clothes I had ran straight to the Hot Topic store and stocked up….Renee didn't like it but she wanted me to be myself.

Charlie, my father and also the chief of police on Forks, was standing by the baggage claim. He looked so out of place that it was easy to find him.

I look like my dad. His round face, brown eyes like mine, dark brown hair. I have my mother's smarts but not her personality, that's where I get more from Charlie.

Charlie didn't notice me as I walked up to him.

"Hi dad," I said, and he looked at me like I was a stranger. Then he smiled and hugged me.

"Hey kido. I missed ya," he said and patted me in the back. Then he stood back and looked at my appearance. "Renee okay with this…..look?" he asked and pointed up and down at me. I nodded my head. "Good."

I saw my bags, four total, Charlie and I took two each and walked out of the busy terminal.

It was already raining, and I was happy about that….I liked rain and the cold. Charlie led me to his car…..and of course he was driving the cruiser. We hulled my luggage into the back and got in.

The ride was silent…..awkward silent. I didn't have a clue what to say so I left it to Charlie to make conversation.

"So…ugh," Charlie started to say at a red light. "I got you a car."

"Really?" I had been saving my money for a car, but if Charlie was offering I would take it.

"Yeah, from Billy Black….remember him? You and his kid Jacob used to play together," he said. I searched my brain for a Jacob or Billy……I could faintly remember a little from when I was a kid. "it's a truck, got it off him real cheap but it runs great."

"Cool," I said and we didn't say much more.

Its wasn't long before we where pulling into the old driveway where I used to write on the sidewalk with chalk.

I didn't really get what Charlie meant when he said "cheap" and "truck" together but I do now.

A big, very old, red truck was sitting in the driveway as we pulled in. It was nice, I liked it…..it had….character….it could have been a different color but maybe with all this extra cash I would have I could get it painted.

"Thanks Dad," I said as I got out to examine my new truck….well not new.

Charlie chuckled. "I knew you would like it, Bells." I smiled at him, that was the first real smile of the day.

We carried my bags into the house, which looked the same. Nothing changes in Forks. The place still had the dusty smell, the same pictures on the fridge of when I was 3, the same everything. The only thing that had changed was that there was a larger tv in the living room then I remember….I guess Charlie upgraded.

I followed Charlie upstairs and to my old room, which I might add looked the same as well. The old computer still in the corner, the old black dresser, the old bed with plain purple bedding, the same small vanity against the wall, and the old night stand with a picture of my mom.

Charlie Set my bags down next to the bed and I followed suit. Then we stood there awkwardly.

"Ok….well if you need anything just ask," Charlie said. I nodded as he left, shutting my door with a thud. I listened as his footsteps left the stairs and ended in the living room with the sound of the tv coming to life.

I let out a sigh then sat down on the old bed. I pulled one of my suitcases up to me and started to sort threw the clothes, setting them in piles for the drawer and closet. I finished with the first two then got to the bag with my phone and charger in it.

Renee had bought me an Iphone, one to stop me from going and two to make sure I would always be able to call her. I set the charger up on the nightstand and set the phone in it.

The rest of the bag was filled with my many hair supplies make up supplies, and just accessories. The last bag had my two pairs of combat boots and my whole closet of shoes.

I then began the task of putting everything in the right place, I am such neat freak….that's from my mothers side, but the whole thing only took me an hour.

I was worn out when I was done. I grabbed anything I would need and went to take a shower. The warm water made me forget about the whole trip and make me think I was away, not in Forks or Phoenix….just away.

I slipped on a plain black pair of sleep shorts and plain black shirt after I got out. I fell to my bed, I wanted to tell Charlie goodnight, but I could hardly move I was so tired. I set my phone's alarm to 4:00am. Then I let the sleep take me away.

`~0~`

I woke to the sound of pitter-patter, pitter-patter against my window…..and the constant sound of beep, beep from my alarm which I had been ignoring for the past ten minutes. I just didn't want to get up. I didn't want to face the crowd of school.

I let out a sigh and pulled myself out of bed. I ran my hand through my hair, feeling how disheveled it was. I got up quickly and grabbed my hair straightener from one of my bags and plugged it into the wall plug next to the vanity then set it down to heat.

I decided, as a way to wake up some, to pick out what I would wear today.

I settled on a black and white plaid skirt, red shirt with a black tie design, bullet belt that I loved, a few red and black bracelets to top it all of, and make up wise…..black eye shadow with red eyeliner. I set everything down on my bed, and by the time I was done my straightener was ready.

I straightened my hair then spiked the back like I always do and made sure all the colors stood out just right. Then I quickly got dressed and checked myself in the mirror twice, fixed my snake bites three times, then decided that I was ready. I grabbed my red and black striped jacket out of my closet then the bag I had already made up in Poenix which I would use for school, my favorite My Chemical Romance bag, threw my phone in it……..then I left. My shoes making a klunk sound with every step down the stairs.

I hadn't looked at the time. Charlie had already left but he had left me a note on the table.

Have a good day at school, Bells.

Love you,

Dad.

I threw the note in the trash and looked at the clock: 6:30. School started at 7. I guess I could be early. I wasn't a breakfast person so I pulled my jacket on and put the hood up before I slipped out the door. I walked briskly to my truck, and hopped in. It was dry and warm inside, I could make out the faint smells of tobacco and oil. I threw my bag to the side.

Charlie had let the keys in so I turned them slowly. The truck started….loudly. It had no radio so I was out of luck to drown out the noise. I backed out of the driveway slowly then started down the road.

I was at the school in less then ten minutes, being that the school was only 2 miles away from the house. The Welcome to Forks High School sign told me I was at the small school. The parking lot was some what empty…..a few cars here and there. I parked near what I guessed was the front office. I got out of my warm truck, unwillingly, and started my walk to the building, rain droplets hitting my cheeks.

The office was warm. I pulled my hood down and looked around. A small group of plush chairs sat in the corner, awards on the wall, and plants in small pots.

Forks was green. Really green. And I liked green. Phoenix wasn't that green.

A red haired woman was sitting behind the large desk. I walked up to it and she instantly looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I am Isabella Swan," I informed her. And I didn't need to inform her further.

She pulled a folder out of a drawer and sifted through it till she found six different pieces of colored paper.

She showed me my schedule and a map. She highlighted the best ways around the school for me too. I thanked her and gave her one of my best smiles, for I was truly thankful….I did not want to be wondering around the school looking like an idiot. The she gave me a slip of paper for all the teachers to sign.

And just as I was about to leave she stopped me.

"Oh and, dear, you cant park here. But since your new I'll let it slide. Just be sure tomorrow to park over in the student parking lot," she said. I thanked her again and left the building.

I walked back to my truck and grabbed my bag I had left on the seat. The parking lot was mostly filled now, students walking around and talking. I was glad to see that all the cars were like mine: old.

In Phoenix it wasn't common to see a new Porsche or Mercedes. But not here.

I scanned the parking lot….and my eyes landed on a very shiny, silver Volvo. It stood out amongst all the old cars. There were people inside but they didn't get out. I soon forgot about it as I realized that I had started to shiver in the cold rain.

I walked over to the side walk around all the buildings and walked until I found the cafeteria. After that it was easy to find that first building I had to go to which was building three. A bell rang overhead as I was just entering the class. I walked in slowly and quietly, but that didn't help me when all heads turned in my direction. I kept my head forward and walked up toward the teachers desk, he was a tall, balding man…..the nameplate on his desk named him as Mr. Mason, he was writing something on the board and didn't notice me until he turned around. I handed him the slip of paper. He looked at me then at the paper then me again before signing it and sending me to the back desk in the room.

I was glad I was in the back, but that didn't stop the stares.

The teacher passed around a list of reading material we had to do. I was glad that I had read them all. I was in AP classes in Phoenix. So as the teacher talked about every single book in detail I sat and stared out the window, thinking of what my mother would be doing right now. She would probably be on the road with Phil, laughing.

The bell rang and I hadn't been paying attention to anything. I stood up just as everyone else had started to leave.

Once outside, a gangly boy with skin problems and deep black hair was standing there…waiting for something. When he saw me he stopped me.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type. I nodded my head. "What class do you have next?"

I reached in my bag and pulled out my schedule.

"Government, with Jefferson, in building six," I said and threw the schedule back in my bag.

"Well I am headed to building four, I'll walk with you and make sure you get there," he said, defiantly over helpful. "I'm Eric," he said as we started walking.

I pulled my hood up as we got outside in the rain.

"So it doesn't rain much in Phoenix, huh?" he asked. That was a stupid question.

"Nope," I said.

"How come your not like….tan?" he asked and I noticed him looking at my legs from what my skirt showed.

"I don't like to go outside, but when I do I put on sunscreen," I said. He laughed a little.

"So your like…part vampire, huh?" he said with a little laugh. I laughed a little to.

My mother used to call me vampire all the time. When she would go out and get a tan in the back yard and I would sit in the cool darkness of the house.

We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked me right to the door, though it was clearly marked. He wished me good luck as I went in.

The Rest of the day passed like that. Eric leading me every where. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, was the only teacher that made me stand up in front of everyone. I felt like a sideshow attraction, I cant even remember what I said.

After the last two classes before lunch, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. At least I never needed the map.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.

She sat me down at the end of a long lunch table full of people I had seen in other classes. I made the excuse that I wasn't hungry, which I really didn't have the stomach to eat anything, so instead of having food shoved down my throat I got questions.

"Did those hurt when you got them?" Eric asked, pointing at my snake bites.

"No."

"What other pricings do you have?" a tall black boy asked.

I pulled my hair behind my ears and showed them each ear then I lifted my shirt slightly and showed them my belly button, with my zipper ring that I love.

All of them ohh'ed and ahh'ed. Then it was back to questions.

"How did you get your hair like that," Jessica, I think, asked.

"My friend did it."

"Are those comfortable?" a girl asked and pointed to my combat boots.

"Yes."

"Are you like emo or something?" a snaky blond girl asked. Now that question got me.

"Well what are you, fucking pick up truck?" I asked just as snaky as she had.

The whole table fell silent and starred at me and blondie. She quickly got up and walked away, but not before giving me a dirty look. I flipped her off then turned back and looked at all the people gawking at me.

"Damn! She is so hardcore!" the black boy said. I gave him a small smile then turned away from everyone just as they started to discuss something I had no interest in.

I scanned the lunch room. Everyone looked the same. No one stood out. And then I saw them.