Chapter One

My first day at a new high school was tomorrow. I was coming in, during the middle of the year as a Junior. How wonderful…. Since I had no choice in moving here, my mom told me it would be and "ADVENTURE" to try and make me feel better. My dad's company was transferring to this crappy town called Forks. Luckily we moved here during some kind of school break so it was easier for me to get settled, without missing anything else before I actually started school.

I had only moved here a week ago and it rained every single day. It was definitely going to take time to get used to, especially since we moved from Florida. My best friend was back in Florida, her name was Emon. We were together all of the time, that people started mix matching our names. That always made us crack up especially since we looked nothing alike! She was always the optimist, thinking positively, rarely unhappy. So she was trying to convince me that it was going to be great in this new town and that life would only get better with new experiences. I always found it easier to think negatively, so if the situation did go bad, it wouldn't be such a shock. She always got pissed when I said things like that but still love me.

I couldn't sleep, I was too nervous about tomorrow. It was hard for me to make friends, because in most schools if you were over weight, you were classified as, well a fat nobody. Don't get it twisted though. I wasn't obese like the people you see on those TV shows, but I mean I wasn't average either. was a size 16 or 17 depending on the store. Anyway, I needed Emon she always knew the right things to say at times like this.

By this point it was 3am, and I still couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach from flying around; it was giving me a head ache. Sigh. What to do what to do? BENADRYL! I'm not addicted to medicine or anything but Benadryl always works. It takes away any pains and then puts you to sleep. I got up out of my bed and put on my favorite slippers. They were a bright green with my name, Cristy imprinted on them. I opened my door and walked down the hallway, trying not to wake my parents. I went down the stairs skipping the squeaky step and walked into the kitchen. I turned on the light.

The kitchen was a mixture of different shades of browns, designed by my mom. I actually liked what she did with it. I think the colors helped calm me down a little.

The medicine cabinet was right above the sink. I grabbed the Benadryl Chewables, took one and went back upstairs. I got back into my bed and slowly drifted to sleep.

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"Cristy! Cristy! Get up come on it's your first day at school. Don't makes me come up there!"

Yeah mom great way to help me start my day off. Sigh. I always hated when she yelled my name. So frustrating. It was one of those times where you would probably laugh if you mom got hit by a bus.

"I'm up!" I practically yelled. I was waiting for her response about how I should talk to my elders, but I guess she decided to spare me today. I got out of my bed and noticed it was still raining. Did it ever stop? I went into my bathroom and took a shower; I just let the warm water calm my nerves. After about 10 minutes, I got out and started to dry off.

What to wear, what to wear? I looked through my closet. I really should have done this last night. After a few minutes I decided on my favorite jeans. They were skinnies, the only pair that actually made look skinny. My green tank top with my short V neck white tee to go over it, and my black converse. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. My mom was watching the news when I got in the kitchen.

"Hey Christy, do you want something to eat?" I wasn't starving but I could eat.

"Umm, yeah I'll just have some cereal."

My mom got the bowl and the spoon and put it on the table for me. I took the Raisin Bran Crunch cereal out above the microwave and the milk, and started eating.

I heard a deep sigh from my mom. I told her not to watch the news, it always made her feel depressed. Today it was about how this mother woke up to not find her 15 year old daughter in her room, and blood all over the floor. Me, not in the mood to hear about this, got up and put my bowl in the sink. I figured I could walk to school, since it was only drizzling.

"I'll see you later mom." She walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"Now Cristy I want you to try your best today at school, Ok?"

"Yes mom, I will. Don't worry so much." She let go of me and looked me in my eyes.

"I know I worry, but what do you expect. You told me all of those things that people said about your weight at the other school. I just don't want that to happen again." I didn't know how to respond so I just grabbed my book bag and my sweater, and walked out. I didn't usually tell my mom stuff about my life but that day Emon wouldn't answer her phone and I had to let all of my frustrations out.

"I love you!" I heard my mom call out. I just waved.

I put my sweater on and pulled on my hood. I needed to walk, to just clear my mind and relax. I know that if Emon were here she would be telling me to think positive, but like I said; thinking negatively was easier; less shock if it didn't go well. But, even thinking the way I do, I still had this hope that just maybe people would be nicer to me that I would make friends, and dear I say it ...maybe even have a boyfriend. And well, that hope was eating me alive because I just knew that some things just don't happen to me. I was just lucky to have a friend like Emon.

I could now see the school, Frok's High, and from at that exact moment, I knew that the first day of Hell on Earth was about to come!

The school wasn't that big, but this town was small so how big could I really expect it to be? I walked up the small pathway to the school and entered the main office. There was an older lady, maybe in her seventies that was doing something behind the desk, filing papers I guess. She looked up.

"Well you must be Miss. Dylon." She smiled. I guess I must be that one new girl in town.

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Cristy." My mom was Miss. Dylon sure as hell wasn't me. She pulled out some papers and handed them to me.

"Okay well this is your schedule and a map of the school, but it shouldn't be that hard for you to find the classes. I can see you have all honors so don't feel awkward if your main classes have few people. If you have any questions just talk to your guidance counselor; it should be on your schedule. Oh, here's you locker, and the locker number, and first period starts in about 10 minutes so you have some time to unpack your stuff." Man did this lady ever take a break. She was talking a mile a minute. I barely got everything she said.

"Thank you." I said as kindly as I could. I grabbed the papers and my lock and put it in the font patch of my book bag.

"Well Cristy, I hope you'll grow to like Fork's High School. It might be very quiet, but its very sophisticated." Well this isn't going to be an "ADVEBTURE" at all.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure I will love it; and thank you." She waved as I left the office and headed for my locker.

My locker was on the second floor in the east wing of the school. It took me a few minutes to find but I did. I opened the empty locker hung my sweater on the hook, and started to put my binders inside. I only kept the ones I need for the first three periods in my bag. I locked the locker and stuffed the combo into my jeans pocket.

As I was walking to my first period class, math, I saw a group of boys round the corner. One of them started to whisper something, and they all started laughing. I was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable when one of them started talking loud, pretending I wasn't there.

"I saw a really fat girl yesterday at Abercrombie and Fitch, and I just laughed at her, she thought she could actually fit into those clothes." They all started laughing, and I just looked down, tears slowly running down my face. Curse my damn sensitivity.

Right then and there I decided to do something that had rarely crossed my mind; I was going to stop eating, and let my body feed off all the extra fat. I was going to become an anorexic. Now I've never heard of a fat girl becoming anorexic, but anything was possible, right?

I could still hear them laughing down the hallway as I suddenly felt guilty for eating cereal this morning. I couldn't take it anymore, so I just ran. And if my day wasn't going great already, I bumped into this girl and with both fell to the floor.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I didn't see you there! Are you okay?" This girl said to me as we both started to gather out stuff.

"Umm, yeah I'm fine. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have been running." My voice was cracking a little and I hoped she didn't notice. I grabbed my bag off the floor and looked at the girl. She was averaged height thin with a figure, and very beautiful, she could easily be mistaken for a model; no exaggeration.

"Are you crying?" Ugh my jig was up. I wiped my eyes with my hands and broke eye contact. By now the hallways were a lot more crowded and people were starting to watch our little encounter.

"Oh yeah there was just something in my eye." I lied. That was something you always hear in all the movies, now I just hoped she would buy it.

"Oh well I'm Renseme Cullen, but people just call me Nessie. Are you the new girl?" Oh my gosh; did everyone know that I was the new girl? I mean I knew the town was small, but damn!

"Oh, yeah I'm Christine Dylon, but umm, I go by Cristy." I tried to say it in a playful tone and a slight laugh. She chuckled a little too.

"Oh well it's nice to meet you! So where are you headed?" I pulled out my schedule and looked at it.

"Umm, math with Miss. Softmere." She suddenly looked slightly excited.

"Well that's where I am headed too! Come with me, I will take you there." We walked quietly down the busy halls before I decided to ask a question.

"Umm, Nessie," It felt weird saying her name. "Does the whole school know that there's a new girl?" I needed to know if I was going to be the center of attention until everyone got used to me.

She laughed. "Yeah, I know its going to feel uncomfortable for a few days, but people will get used to you. Hell, I would know, I was new freshman year!"

I laughed as well. "Well it's good to know, so I will be somewhat prepared."

We were now entering the classroom, and the woman, who I believed to be Miss. Softmere was sitting at her desk. We were late. The bell had already rung about 20 seconds ago. This wasn't a good way to start my first day.

As we entered the room Miss. Softmere gave Nessie and I an angry and surprised look.

"Excuse me ladies, do you realize that you are late?" As I was about to say something, Nessie spoke.

"Well Cristy here," she pointed to me, "is new and she was having trouble finding her class, so we looked at her schedule and I noticed that we were headed to the same place, so we walked here together." Damn I was going to say the same thing, just worded a little different. I was surprised at how quickly she came up with the excuse; Emon was always the one who said the most retarded things that made no sense. The thought of Emon made me smile. We always had a good time together.

The teacher interrupted my thoughts telling me to sit in the back row, and for Nessie to go to her regular seat. Everyone starred at me as I walked down the aisle. I was just happy that she didn't make me stand in front of the class and introduce myself.

Most of the stuff Miss. Softmere was talking about wasn't hard, just new. Surprisingly she a pretty nice teacher and it actually seamed like she enjoyed teaching math.

The bell signaled that it was time for second period. I put my books in my bag, pulled out my schedule, and got up to thank Nessie. She was near the door when I got to her. I tapped her on her shoulder and she smiled.

"Umm, I just wanted to say thanks for, you know, helping me out earlier." I really was happy that she helped me out, and that she was actually being nice to me even though I was the new girl.

"No problem! So, where are you headed next?" I didn't expect her to help me all day, but since we were together in math, we were bound to have a similar schedule.

"Ummmm I have social studies with Mr.-" Nessie cut me of and started to speak.

"With Mr. Michael's?" She sounded positive that it was him and she was.

"Yeah, do you have him next period too?" I asked hoping that she might.

"Yeah! Come on lets go!" I don't know why, but she sounded excited that we had classes together. I mean she had to have friends that she hung out with right? Even if she was mean, which she definitely wasn't, people would just hang around her because she's gorgeous.

As we were walking down the hallway we compared our schedules. We had 1st period (math), 2nd period (social studies), 3rd period (spanish), 4th period (science), 5th period (gym), 6th period (lunch) and 9th period (english) together. Seventh period I had orchestra, and she hand choir and eighth period I had home economics, and she had health. So we pretty had the same schedule.

Knowing that gave me a small hope that today wouldn't continue like it had earlier today.

We got to second period right before the bell, but Mr. Michael's wasn't there, so most of the class was just sitting around, talking. Nessie suddenly grabbed my hand and started pulling me over to the two girls standing near the window.

"Mr. Michael's always gets here late, but I want you to meet some of my friends." The girls were pretty, not as pretty as Nessie, but who was?

"So you must be Christine," one of the girls said, "I pictured you differently." What did she mean by differently?

"Yeah," the other girl cut in, "Well for one I didn't picture you being fat!" Both the girls started to laugh; I could fell the embarrassment quickly building within me. Then my throat began to feel like there was something stuck in it. I just walked away and sat in the back of the classroom. Nessie didn't even stand up for me. Sigh. But I didn't even stand up for myself so what could I really expect from her? My theory was right; it was easier not to hope because now I felt crumbled.
Mr. Michael's walked in then and everyone sat in their seats. He started doing the attendance when he saw me and announced my presence to the class, as if everyone hadn't already realized that. I found out that the two girls who made fun of me were Anne and Reyna. They started chuckling when Mr. Michael's said my name. Nessie just looked down. I'm not going to say I'm not mad at her, because I am a little, but I mean I still wanted her to talk to me. Curse my damn hope.

"Ah , nice to finally meet you." Finally meet me? What the hell, the way he said it sounded like he was finally meeting his long lost sister.

Feeling a little awkward and at a loss for words I just smiled. I guess since he had came in late, he didn't want to waste anymore time be asking me to introduce myself so he just began.

At my old school we had already gotten to the Civil War, so I just let my mind wonder, I knew Mr. Michael's wouldn't call on me.

Anorexia. Anorexia. Anorexia. I kept saying this in my head over and over again. Trying to make it sound like a bad thing, praying that it could sound like a bad solution to my problem. I reminded myself of everything that I learned about it in health, but still I couldn't get my mind set to think this was a bad thing. I was fixated on this and I was going to stick to it. My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Michael's said my name. Oh damn I was sure he wouldn't pick on me; guess I was wrong.

"Umm, can you repeat the question please?" See, now he probably thought I wasn't listening, which I wasn't but a teacher should never be able to tell.

"When did the Civil War really start?" Oh thank God I knew this one.

Mr. Remore, my social studies from my other school, had hammered this into my classes head.

"The Civil War really started; well it officially started when the South fired on Fort Sumter when President Lincoln was sending supplies to it." I smiled to myself a little knowing that Mr. Michael's wasn't expecting such a specific answer.

"Well, yes, you're right, very good!" I could now feel, and see the eyes of many of the student the class. Now they were mad at me for being smart. Can't I catch a break?

The bell rang then, and I grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the classroom. I was pulling out my schedule when someone called my name. It was Nessie. I kept walking, trying to ignore her.

"CRISTY WAIT!" She was practically yelled down the hallway. I didn't want to draw any attention to myself so I just stopped walking.

"I...I want to apologize for what happened with my friends back there. I... well they usually aren't... I mean they are but I didn't think they would be so... straight forward. I should've said something right then to them." What was she saying? That they were always mean but always tried to cover it up?

"I can't really blame you for what your...umm your friends did, and I couldn't expect you to stand up for me when I didn't even stand up for myself. But I do appreciate your apology." I was waiting for her to respond when her two so called friends, Anne and Reyna, showed up.

"Why are you talking to her?" Anne said with a hint of anger in her voice. I didn't feel like anymore criticism today, and it was time to go.

"Umm, I guess I will talk to you later Nessie." And with that I started to walk to my next class. I heard Nessie call my name again, and her voice wasn't calm anymore.

"Why are you guys acting like this?" That's all I heard before I turned the corner. A slight smile came on my face when I thought of Nessie defending me right then, but I quickly wiped it off my face. I wasn't going to let hope build in me again.

The bell rang and the classroom was down the hallway. I started running, and took a quick breath before I entered the room. Miss. Gomez, my spanish teacher, was already teaching as if the class had started 15 minutes ago rather than 10 seconds ago. She surprisingly smiled at me.

"Como estas? (How are you)" She asked. I was fluent in spanish, it was actually my first language. My mom was spanish, so we lived in Ecuador until I was eleven.

"Asi Asi. Por favor. (So So. Thank you)" She seamed to have forgotten that I was late, or she knew that I was new, and felt bad for me, either way I was in the clear.

It could tell that I would have to pay attention this period, because she would probably be asking me a lot of questions in spanish.

As she started to continue what ever she was doing before I came, she was interrupted again by Nessie. It was about 20 minutes into the period now, but she had a pass. I was starting to wonder how she got it, but I stopped, she seamed to be a very smooth talker and probably got it from one of her teachers. I saw her eyes look at a seat that was being used. I assumed that was her seat. She looked at Srta. Gomez, who seamed to understand.

"Sientase allodo de Christine por favor? (Sit next to Christine please?)"

"Si." Nessie gave me a weak smile as she walked to sit next to me. I returned it to her. She seamed to understand what Srta. Gomez said so, I whispered her a question in spanish.

"Hablas espanol?(Can you speak spanish?)" She looked at me and smiled. I mean obviously she could speak some spanish because she was an a spinish class, but she understood that I meant fluent spanish.

"Si" For the rest of the period we just whispered to each other in spanish, and answered any questions that Srta. Gomez asked at random.

Nessie explained to me what happened after I left her in the hallway with Anne and Reyna. Apparently, the only reason she hung out with them was because they were the only people who were being nice to her when she was the new girl, and she's hung out with them ever since. She said that they were never friends, but rather people who were always there. She also thanked me for freeing her from them, and said that she was stupid to stay friends with them for so long. At that I laughed and told her she wasn't stupid, and that everyone wanted someone to hang with. She gave me a thankful smile.

I was just in awe a little that she was telling me this stuff. Without any control, hope within me increased, and I felt okay. I begged it to go way but it wouldn't.

Before I knew it the period ended and Nessie and I were headed to fourth period science with Mr. Hastings.

The class was really close so we got there early. Nessie had to sit in her assigned seat, so I sat in an empty seat behind her. I was expecting to see Anne and Reyna when the bell rang, but I guessed they weren't in science honors. For that I was thankful, I needed another period away from them. I already had enemies and it wasn't even through with my first week of school.

The class dragged by slowly. I wasn't getting anything that Mr. Hastings was teaching, it just wasn't clicking, and he kept calling on me so I looked like an idiot. Nessie turned around and gave me a reassuring smile and I just put my head down in defeat. When I looked up Mr. Hastings was giving me a weird look. His eyes were filled with adoration, but his face showed confusion and anger. I looked away feeling awkward. The bell rang and Mr. Hastings started passing out our homework and outline for our new project at the door. I took the papers avoiding eye contact with him and waited for Nessie outside.

"Hey!" It was obvious that she was trying to cheer me up.

"Hey, I'm okay I'm just used to getting things, but it wasn't clicking." We started walking down the hallway headed for my locker. I needed to get my gym clothes.

"Yeah I know what you mean. Its not that hard thought, Mr. Hastings's just words everything in a complicated way. Don't worry you'll get it!" Nessie was starting to really remind my off Emon; mainly for the positivity characteristic. I smiled at the thought.

"What are you smiling about?" I didn't notice she was looking at me. We got to my locker and I pulled out my clothes.

"Oh nothing, you just remind me of Emon." Confusion covered her face.

"Emon is my friend back in Florida. You seam to always think positively, just like her." We were now in the gym entering the girls locker room.