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    Chapter 1. Bella’s POV.

     

    Forks High School.

    It was typical, as far as high schools go. My own personal hell awaited me behind those big metal double doors five days a week. That’s not to say that I was a bad student. I was actually a very good student: all A’s, never any detention or write-ups. But, as it goes in high school, I sacrificed popularity for education. It didn’t really bother me much. I wasn’t too fond of attention, anyway. I was content to be the loner who sat by herself at lunch and never really spoke to anyone. And that’s exactly how my every day carried out. I was invisible. I noticed everything and everyone, but I was noticed by no one. It suited me, for the first year or so. I was essentially a very shy person, so the less people noticed me, the better. When I first moved to Forks, I was the center of attention for about two days. I was the new girl, everyone was curious about me to begin with – and the fact that I was Police Chief Swan’s daughter just added to the uproar. After the initial interest in me died down, though, I took my place in the every day routine. I avoided contact with people in the hallway. I never answered questions in class. I was perfectly happy being unknown to the world. I saw what the popular people had to go through to be popular, and I could never understand what was so appealing about it after you took into consideration all the embarrassment they had to go through to get there. I hated embarrassment. I hated people looking at me.

    Gym class was by far my least favorite. I took every opportunity I could find to sit out of a game. The coach knew by now that it was completely pointless to try to make me into an athletic person. I passed all of the handwritten tests about the rules of the games and the importance of exercise, but as far as the hands on type of activities… I was a lost cause. Fortunately for me, though, the hands on portion of the class didn’t count towards the grade as much as the written portion.

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