Bella drove her old but new, rusty, thundering truck into the busy school parking lot and killed the engine. She took a few minutes to prepare herself, and to stay dry that little while longer.
She found her way to reception and was given a map and timetable by Ms. Cope the receptionist. Bella tried to memorize it, she didn't want to walk around with it stuck in front of her face all day.
A boy called Eric found her and led her to the English building, number four, though it was clearly marked. He was spotty, and had hair black as an oil slick. He was a mathlete. Ew.
Next she met Mike, by smacking him round the head with a volleyball. She did tell Coach Clapp not to let her play but...
Mike was a little over-helpful. Bella could imagine him with a gold shiny retriever tail thumping against the lunch room table.
She sat with them all now, several names and faces. A polite girl with dark brown hair and olive skin from her English class. Another girl from spanish and trig, with mousy brown hair and blue eyes.
Bella scoped across the canteen, there were little over 350 students at Forks high. There had been more than 600 in her Junior class alone back in Phoenix.
Bella sighed, then gasped.
"Who are they?"
She found her way to reception and was given a map and timetable by Ms. Cope the receptionist. Bella tried to memorize it, she didn't want to walk around with it stuck in front of her face all day.
A boy called Eric found her and led her to the English building, number four, though it was clearly marked. He was spotty, and had hair black as an oil slick. He was a mathlete. Ew.
Next she met Mike, by smacking him round the head with a volleyball. She did tell Coach Clapp not to let her play but...
Mike was a little over-helpful. Bella could imagine him with a gold shiny retriever tail thumping against the lunch room table.
She sat with them all now, several names and faces. A polite girl with dark brown hair and olive skin from her English class. Another girl from spanish and trig, with mousy brown hair and blue eyes.
Bella scoped across the canteen, there were little over 350 students at Forks high. There had been more than 600 in her Junior class alone back in Phoenix.
Bella sighed, then gasped.
"Who are they?"
