Twilight OC Rewrite VERSION TWO

Chapter One: First Sight

When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair as black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle, closest to me, to talk to us.

"You're the Swan twins, aren't you?" He kept his eyes locked on me, seeming to not really notice Bella, much to my dismay. He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.

"Bella, and Alexandra." My sister spoke for me and everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at us.

"Where's your next class?" Again, directing his question towards me, who hadn't spoken.

Bella checked in her bag. "Um, government, with Jefferson in building six. My sister's the same." She said curtly, knowing he would try to ask again.

There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.

"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way..." Definitely over-helpful. "I'm Eric," he added.

I gave him a small smile as a way of saying hello, but unfortunately, I think he took it as encouragement.

"Thanks," Bella added.

At the end of class, we got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. Several people behind us seemed to be walking close enough to eavesdrop. Maybe I was paranoid.

"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" Eric asked, keeping himself closer to me than Bella.

"Very." Bella said, trying to save me from squeezing out short replies; I was never good with talking to strangers.

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?

"Three or four times a year."

"Wow, what must that be like?"

"Sunny." I could tell my sister was getting slightly annoyed with his chatter.

"You guys don't look very tan."

"Our mother is part albino." I blurted out, to Bella's surprise.

He studied my face apprehensively, and Bella sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix.

A few months of this and we would forget how to use sarcasm.

We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked us right to the door, though it was clearly marked.

"Well, good luck," he said as Bella went to pull the handle. "Maybe we'll have some more classes together," he said, taking one last hopeful look at me before walking away.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. The trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who we would've hated just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made us stand up in front of the class and introduce ourselves.

After two classes, we started to recognize several faces. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask questions about how we were liking Forks.

One girl, Jessica, sat near us in both trig and Spanish, and she walked with us to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than our five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced. Although the names were lost the minute they were spoken. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to us. The boy from English, Eric, waved at us from across the room. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven strangers, that we first saw them.