I woke up to the quaint sound of birds singing like opera stars. The secluded sun was creeping stealthily past my curtains, indicating the morning was here.

I got up and made some cereal, Charlie had already left so I was alone. I straightened my hair, not wanting to look like a mess on my first day. The cereal was nice and whatever but I didn't really focus on it, I focused more on would my truck, or Sauron as I'm going to call it (because it's badass), be able to make it to school without breaking down. I wore some skinnies and a long sleeved brown shirt. My hair was not bad and I put some eyeliner on, but so it wasn't noticeable. After this I cleaned up my cereal and went outside.

As expected it was freezing, the road was wet and the trees were swaying with the breeze, therefore dropping the droplets of rainwater their branches had accumulated onto the passers by. I quickly got into the truck and turned on the antique radio station, ready to get to school as it wasn't that hard to find. The words Forks High School directed me there. The school looked nothing like my usual institutions; there were just portable buildings and a few actual ones. There were green shrubs dotted here and there and in the car park, where I now headed, there were conifers looming over; not the type of school I would normally imagine or visualise.

Walking past a group of teens past a nice lustrous Volvo whom I didn't pay too much attention to, I headed for the reception. The sign was clearly visible above the door which read Front Office. The windows had handwritten signs stuck to them advertising various after-school clubs. Yeah, like I'm going to sign up for after-school karate.

Just as I was about to walk in a young Asian guy, about my age, stopped me. I turned, and jumped at how he just grabbed me without me hearing him. Then again I did have my earphones in.

"You're Onesto, the new boy? I'm Eric." He confirmed, looking cheerful. He still had his hand on my arm, which I shrugged of, doing an awkward laugh.

"Um, can you just call me Esto? I hate Onesto," I responded, chuckling.

"Sure, can I take a picture of you?"

I was shocked and repulsed, a: because I hated my picture being took, and b: why did he want my picture? "What for?"

"For the school paper, you're big news baby, front page," He laughed again, giving me a toothy grin.

Did he just call me baby? "Oh, please don't have any k..."

"Woah woah, chillax, no feature," He said, waving his hands in compliance.

"Thanks," He walked off then, saying he'd 'see me around'. He was nice and all but not my type. However, it was nice to know there were some gay guys around here, and yes I could tell he was flirting with me, I'm not that much in denial.

I entered the office, which was warmer than I expected. A bright light lit the room up with excessive effulgence

The room had a bright orange carpet and puffy fold up chairs. The space was occupied by two desks and a variety of plants in Navajo design pots, looking to be made by the students in art class. Like there wasn't enough shrubbery outside.

"Yes dear?" Ask a ginger woman who manned the document ridden desk. She had prominent laugh lines and wrinkles radiating from the corners of her eyes.

"Can I have my papers, please?" I smiled a half smile and looked outside to see the bluish sky, waiting to pound me with drizzle.

"Ah, you must be Onesto, Chief Swan's boy? Yes of course I have the papers for you here. Now make sure all the teachers of your class sign this and then bring it back to me at the end of the day," I smiled in gesture of me complying with her demand.

Seeing I had ten minutes left until the day officially started, I thought I'd read some of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

I was reading the part where Harry realises that Snape was the person protecting him, where he was actually the Patronas that took him to the dagger. It made me think that people who are mean to you, or don't seem to want to be around you, don't actually hate you. In fact they may love you. I had an ominous feeling I'd be plagued by this soon.

The bell rang, and my first lesson of the day was gym class. Help me before I commit; I couldn't stand gym, and here you had to do it three times a week!

I couldn't do gym, and when I was getting changed I saw a guy with flat blonde-y brown hair checking me out. Oh my, this was not cool. I gave him a glare before walking out to the gym hall where the volleyball would commence.

Official fact: never play volleyball, or any other sport for that matter, with me. I will most likely injure you or kill you.

Oh, and it got worse, I had to pair up with Mr. Pervert.

"Hey, so you're Onesto right?" He asked, scratching his head. He was quite cute but he wasn't my style. I immediately got the sense he liked me. Was everyone gay here?

"Just Esto," I responded, laughing.

"Oh, right," He chuckled, as did I, but it wasn't proper, more artificial.

Then out of nowhere a young cheerleader, hysterical girl came over with a merry grin on her face, evidently trying to gain this guy's attention, "He's a got a great spike right?" She said to the boy, about me.

"Yeah, oh, I'm Mike by the way," He added, smiling.

"And I'm Jessica."

"Yeah, I'm Esto," I responded, and walked away slowly, thinking those two were pretty freaky. As I left Mike looked disappointed yet Jessica looked pleased and like she now had control.

I had Spanish next, which was dull and lifeless, still I did sit next to Eric who actually made me laugh, earning jealous looks off Mike, and I also was seated next to a petite girl called Angela. She was someone who I could relate to as she knew when to stop talking and spoke about nice issues.

After Spanish was break, where I ate in the toilet as I couldn't find anyone to sit with.

Then it went English, Math and the dinner. At dinner is where I saw them, whilst I sat at a table with Angela, Mike, Eric, Jessica, a guy named Tyler and some up her ass type girl called Lauren, who sent me glowers and scowls every so often.

Eating a blueberry muffin, I glanced over my shoulder to see a group of five, unimaginably beautiful people. Each one was an island, some where cold, yet stunning, fjord filled islands, and others were paradise ridden archipelagos. There were two girls and three boys. One of the girls looked like someone from an Elle magazine cover; she had long, flowing blonde hair and piercing blue yet dark eyes. The other girl was more like a little pixie, her hair was bouncing in different angles downwards, and her gorgeous face was riddled with perfect bones.

One of the boys was literally a bear. He reminded me of (physically) Lennie from Of Mice and Men! He had short black hair and black eyes, and his muscles were bulging! The other was muscled too yet he looked more subtle, with exquisite features and long curly brown hair. The last, who was the last to which my gaze landed, was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. His bouffant hairstyle was tinted a bronze and black. His eyes were a charcoal colour, an onyx. His lips were pink and his bone structure was miraculous. His clothes fit him perfectly, showing off his toned body.

Yet there was one thing I noticed in all of them: how pale they were. They weren't like me, the albino like guy, they were like snow. No, literally they were like snow. They looked equally beautiful, except the bronze haired boy, he was much, much more stunning.

They were all looking at nothing, talking of seemingly nothing and They had bags clutching onto their eyelids, looking like they had had a night of no sleep, or as if they were recovering from a broken nose.

Immediately, the pixie like girl got up to take her untouched plate of food to the bin. She skipped like a dream, before swirling back towards her group. That's another thing, none of them were eating.

As they were all looking at nothingness, I decided it would be okay to just gawk, to take in all their magnificence.

"Um, Jessica, who are they?" I asked, whispering. Before she could speak however the bronze haired guy looked up to Jessica, as if he had heard his name be called. Then his eyes fell onto me, where they seemed to widen in shock. My awkwardness caused me to look down and turn away.

"The Cullens, and the Hales," She replied, looking at them, pretending she wasn't, "They moved down from Alaska, like, a couple years ago."

"Which one is which?" I asked, sneaking a quick glance at the bronze guy, seeing him look down quickly from looking at me.

"The blonde girl is Rosalie, the big dark haired guy is Emmett, and those two are dating. Alice is the short one, she's really weird, and then there's Jasper, the blonde one who looks like he's in pain," The girl laughed at this, causing me to smile and look back over. I saw the bronze haired one was talking to Alice, who looked over at me and back to him, shaking her head.

"Who's he?" I asked, feeling a tingling in my crotch from his divineness.

"That's Edward, totally gorgeous obviously, but apparently none of the girls are good enough for him. Like I care, you know?" She laughed nervously, snatching a glance at the one who was titled Edward, who was laughing at something, then he looked to me. Whenever he did look at my face he seemed to have an expression of unmet expectation. As if something was mystifying him about me.

Dinner was done, after the lame advances from Mike.

I walked to my final class, biology.

Entering the class with Mike and Angela I saw Edward sat at the back, next to an empty seat.

"See you after class, Esto," Said Angela. I returned the gesture, waving.

The fan which was blowing behind me went to the angel, who quickly looked disgusted and was trying to hide himself from being sick. In fact he looked like he was trying to stop himself from running towards me and beating the life out of my frail, defenceless self.

"Ah, Onesto, take a seat for the class there," Mr. Banner pointed to the seat next to Edward, much to my anger.

I walked clumsily over, getting a smile from Mike and Jessica. I sat down next to him: clutching his hand firmly over his nose, almost like he smelled the foulest stench the world has conjured. I looked at him with a confused look, my hair moving to my nose, strawberry. It wasn't me, but still, he looked like he was being forced to inhale excrement of the most stinking kind.

After I had put my head down so I didn't have to see his face, scared of his livid look, he handed my slowly and timidly the water which I had to examine. I smiled forcibly to him, seeing his eyes were so black you couldn't even see his pupils. His orbs...they were glaring with such hatred to me I almost cried. The phrase if looks could kill popped into mind.

Examining the water I handed it back to him, which was tough; he was sat as far away from me as possible.

When the bells pealed, he was out of the room in a flash, an instant.

I just gave him a shocked look from behind. So much for my first day.

I walked, ignoring Angela and Mike in anger at Edward's behaviour and made my way to the grocery store for mine and Charlie's dinner, not looking forward for tomorrow.