Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight or any of the wonderful characters created by Stephenie Meyer. But I do own a pair of Chuck Taylors.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I hit the button on my clock, the sound making my head pound even more. Another day of school, chores, work and Charlie. I rolled out of bed, being careful not to strain my ribs, grabbed my bathroom bag off my dresser. I went into the bathroom, locked the door, got undressed and got in the shower. Charlie must not have taken a long shower today because the water was warm. I showered quickly. I got out, grabbed a towel and died off. I brushed my teeth and blew dry my mahogany hair. After it was dry I walked back into my room to get dressed. I had gotten my Christmas bonus from work. I took that money and bought myself new clothes. Charlie never noticed.

I grabbed a red, baby doll, long sleeved, boat necked sweater. It came down to about an inch above my knee. I put on a pair of black leggings that came down to right above my ankles and candy apple red flats. I put on my mother's necklace and put on two black bead bracelets. I grabbed my raincoat and book bag and went downstairs. Charlie had already left for work. I grabbed an apple and ran out the door.

I jumped into my rusty red truck, started it and drove to school. The car had been a present from Charlie's friend, Billy Black and his son, Jacob. The Blacks were like family. Billy's daughters, Rachel and Rebecca, use to baby-sit me when I was little. While I was there Jacob was my play mate. We would run around in the woods and go to the beach for swimming. They always took care of my mother, before she died, and me. When my mother died, Billy invited me to come and live with him. I lived there for six months before Charlie came and got me. He wanted his daughter, not because he missed her but because he needed someone to cook and clean for him. I begged Billy not to let him take me. Billy tried to persuade Charlie, but he wouldn't listen. My first night back he gave me a black eye. The next night, I did the dishes, I forgot to put away a cup. Charlie threw the cup at me and it cut me. I still had the scar on my forearm. I was 11.

(A/N: In my story Bella is 15 and is suppose to be in 9th grade. But she skipped 2 grades and is in 11th. You're wondering why Bella can drive. Charlie pulled some strings, him being police chief and everything, and got her a special permit so that she could run to the store and stuff for him. Now Back to Bella.)

I was at the high school now. Forks High. It hardly looked like a school. The only thing that gave it away was the sign declaring it was, indeed, the high school. I pulled into the parking lot and noticed a shiny, sliver Volvo. No one in Forks owned cars like that. I figured it was the new students from Alaska. Their father was the new doctor at the hospital, the one I went to on a monthly basis.

I locked my truck and ran to my first hour class, AP Calculus. I sat down at my usual seat in the back as the bell rang. I noticed a girl sitting next to me, one I had never seen before. She was very small, not over five feet. She had short, spiky black hair. She was very pale and had golden honey eyes. The clothes she wore looked very expensive. Those weren't the things that held my attention. She was unbelievably beautiful. She looked like an angel. She noticed me staring and smiled.

"Hi." she said excitedly, "I'm Alice Cullen."

I realized she was talking to me. "Hello. I'm Bella Swan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella." she replied.

"Same here."

The teacher interrupted us. "Miss Swan, is there something you would like to share with the class?"

I blushed. "No Mr. Hake."

"Good." he replied. "Why don't you come and do problem 29 for the class."

I got up and walked up to the board. Of course, along the way I tripped. I heard snickers and I blushed again. The problem was written on the board already. I pick up the chalk and looked at the problem.

(2m2 - n3)(-3m3+ 6n)

I smiled and did the problem in my head. I wrote the answer, and only the answer, on the board.

-6m5+ 12m2n+ 3m3n3- 6n4

(A/N: Sorry to interrupt, but this is an Algebra 2 problem not a calculus. It is from my homework that I am neglecting right now. It's the best I can do.)

I set down the chalk and walked back to my seat. The teacher looked at me and showed the rest of class how I got the answer. A small victory for myself. I saw Alice looking at me. I turned and she smiled. I smiled back. After the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and books.

"Could you show me to my next class?" asked Alice.

"Of course. What do you have?"

"Honors Government with Mrs. Graham." she said.

I smiled. "I do too." I motioned for her to follow me. As we walked Alice asked so many questions about me.

"Have you lived in Forks your whole life?" She asked.

I sighed. Her question made me think of my time at La Push. "Yes, I have. But when I was 11 I lived in La Push for 6 months." she made a face. I took her pause to ask a question of my own. "So you lived in Alaska before you came here?"

She nodded. "Yes. We lived there for about 5 years. My mom decided she wanted to live in a small town. So she found Forks, and we moved."

"Your dad is a doctor, right?"

She nodded again. "Yes. He works at Forks Memorial Hospital. What about your family?"

I gulped. "My dad is the police chief and my mom died when I was 10."

She looked saddened. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks." I wanted to change the subject. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Yes. We're all adopted. I have a sister, Roselie and she has a twin brother, Jasper. They are Esme's, our adopted mother, niece and nephew. I have two other brothers, Emmett and Edward. Roselie, Jasper, and Emmett are seniors and Edward and I are juniors. Speaking of which, you seem a little young to be a junior."

I laughed. "Well, I am only 15. I am suppose to be in 9th grade but I skipped two grades."

She laughed too. It sounded like bells. "Well, aren't you just one smart cookie." We were still laughing as we walked into Government. The other students stared at Alice and I. I blushed and walked quickly to my seat, almost tripping on the way there. Alice steadied me. "Thanks."

"No problem."

We didn't get a chance to talk more until after class had ended.

I turned to her after getting my books and book bag. "What do you have next?"

She paused, thinking. "English with Miller."

"Oh, I have Gym. Sorry I can't walk you there, maybe I'll see you at lunch."

"I'll save you a seat." She replied.

"Thanks. I'll see you at lunch then." I waved good bye.