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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘. White snow feels like a new beginning. Crisp winter air playfully taunts your skin with cold. The way school manages to not give you so much homework around the holidays, or too much, creates a free-flowing center for understanding in your life.

Well, that is, if your life isn't as chaotic as mine. I have three shots I have to take today, the kind that pinch like the Devil and ache for hours afterwards. The monthly ones make me want to vomit.

Everyone is getting ready for school.

Emmett can't find his shoes, so Rosalie is frantically looking for them - again. Alice has offered to drive us if she is able to discover at least one of the five sets of car keys she owns. If that doesn't come to fruition, Edward - the ever careful and put together Edward - will drive and pray internally that we aren't late.

As we were getting in the car we realized that we hadn't found Jasper this morning.

So then I had to get out in order to help Alice find a set of car keys. Not that there is anything wrong with Edward's car, but Alice didn't want us to listen to classical on the way to school today. Personal preference, I guess. It doesn't matter what music we listen to because I have headphones to block everything out. Too much noise in the morning, if you ask me.

"Alice, how did you manage to lose five sets of car keys? Right before school, no less." She gives a cheeky smile and pulls me into her bedroom. "Aren't you supposed to have a perfect memory? That's what Carlisle said."

"Well," she pulled away at her pillows to check underneath them as she spoke, "Carlisle is the one with the objectively best memory in the world. Everyone else can't filter out the information they gain, so our memory is... not so great when it comes to object placement. Math and science, amazing! Car keys, nope!"

I laughed and helped pull up more feathery pillows. Her room is huge, far less modern than the rest of the house. Furnished like she's from the 70s (I suppose she is, in some regard) with brightly colored wallpaper and some odd choices in furniture. Plentiful in pillows, though, and they're all comfortable.

During the crazed mess which lasted perhaps ten minutes longer than it should have, I found the keys under one of her bed's pillows. Along with the pillow, I found a long kitchen knife, which I held up for her to see.

"What is this doing here, Alice?" I questioned. She stares. "Is this yours, or is it Jasper's?"

Alice pushed some of her hair out of her face and smirked. "That's for home defense."

"Home defense?" She nodded. "You and your family are vampires, Alice, you could crush someone's head with your bare hands... Wouldn't the blood that comes from a wound created by such a weapon be an issue as well?"

"I never planned to use it!" She insists. "Last resort and all."

I gave her a confused look, but put the knife down on her nightstand. "We found the car keys, let's go back to the car now, everyone must be waiting for us. I hope Emmett found his shoes."

Well, the shoes. What more can I say about my mate's shoes? Nothing much, they aren't on his feet when Alice and I come back to the car. When we both see Emmett's feet, all we can find are socks.

"Emmett! Where are your shoes?" Alice asks with her arms crossed. "Did you really not find them?"

"I did," he starts and then starts to laugh.

"He didn't lace them up. His left one fell into the snow and will never be seen again," Edward supplies. "Rose is getting him a new pair. Esme's out searching for Jasper as well. I don't think he's wandered too far."

And now we're missing two people. Carlisle should be off at work by now, he starts much earlier than everyone else. Too bad he wasn't able to say goodbye... Esme is still here, though, I can say bye to her.

We waited for another ten minutes for Jasper and Esme to come find us. Just when the school bell would have rang, Jasper and Esme sprint over from the woods. Jasper is wearing an old-style coat and has a large book in his hand.

"Baby!" Alice hugs her husband, our mate. "Where have you been? We're already late for school. We need to leave right now or we won't even make it to our first period class."

"Darlin', I thought it was Sunday," Jasper whispers under his breath. Everyone groans before making their way into Edward's car.

Looks like we'll be listening to classical.

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"𝐒𝐎, 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎?" 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋. Thankfully, his classes didn't start for another hour. Just reaping the benefits of an open first period.

"Mainly English, you?" The girl responds.

Bella isn't so sure about this year at high school. New school, new parent to live with, and absolutely no idea how she's going to make friends here. If only Jacob went to her school, to have someone to hang out with during lunch, even if they didn't speak, would be a blessing. Every year before she would hang in the shadows, but those shadows have become more and more mournful. Now she's scared of becoming invisible herself.

Being in the middle of nowhere doesn't help. No gardens, no libraries to meet people. Just high school, a loner's nightmare. Although Bella realizes she isn't a loner by choice. Not anymore.

"Chemistry. We get to blow things up," Jacob explains. "You'll make so many friends this year, Bella, believe me. They're going to love you."

Yeah, right, she wanted to spit back. She's a ghost girl, and who would remember her stumbling around everywhere from the summers of her childhood? God, she wished that somehow she had better footing in all aspects of her life. She feels like a confused child again.

"I can only hope," she says somberly as she finally reaches the parking lot of Forks High School. "I'll talk to you after school, okay?" It's a promise.

Jacob blushes. "Of course, Bells."

Now comes the time where Bella has to make a leap of faith into the inner most area of the school. While she doesn't want to be late, running off into the bathroom sounds like a glorious idea. Anxious pools in her stomach as she finds herself inside what appears to be the correct room. Oh, what does she know? She just hopes this is the correct classroom.

Freshman year all over again, and she's a senior.

"I can't believe you made us this late, Jasper." She hears from her left side. It's a girl with short black hair. On the right of the girl, a boy sits down into his seat. "Fennie was getting so cold outside of the car. Freezing her sweet face off."

Bella looked away, not wanting to eavesdrop. That would be rude.

But another distraction was coming closer to her, a girl with bleached blonde hair and olive toned skin rushed into the room, a bag being juggled at her side. Bella felt her stomach drop, and for the life of her she couldn't keep her eyes off of her classmate. A shiver ran down her spine as she sat right behind the girl with the pixie cut.

"Were you cold this morning, dear?" the boy asks the new girl. "Alice says you were."

She lets out a beautiful laugh and shrugs. "Just a bit, Jaz. I was more worried about us not being able to find you in the house. Esme was so frantic. She almost forgot to get my lunch ready. It's alright, though, everything should be fine. We weren't too late.

"Everyone is late to the party today." The girl named Fennie takes out her notebook.

Bella did the same, grabbing a ballpoint pen from her compact black backpack filled with school supplies Charlie had bought her. She stops to fidget with her dark brown hair, eyes glancing to the girl a few too many times for Bella's liking. She had to stop doing that, or people would think she's creepy.

But for some reason, she wanted this girl to notice her. Never before had she wanted to be in someone's spotlight, but this girl.

Stop it, her logical side said internally, stop being so weird and just write down an answer to the prompt on the blackboard.

She didn't finish the prompt before the teacher came in.

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I said I would fix Bella, so here is me fixing Bella in the beginning of Twilight. People don't immediately like her as they did before. That's cliché, and annoying.

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