Okay, this is the second fanfic I have tried, so I hope it goes well. If I get 5 reviews at least then I'll update. So it you don't like it or thinks it sucks, please tell me so I don't make a fool out of myself by continuing. R&R!!!!!!

P.S.- Forks High is way bigger and so is the town. Total high school population: 800. And, Bella can dance but is clumsy off the dance floor.

Disclaimer: to my dismay, I own nothing

Fall

BPOV

High School. Torture Chamber. Death by dullness. It can have a lot of names. Sadly, none of them are really appealing to me. For me, Forks High is simply one word: Hell.

In my high school, everyone is in a clique or group. You have the cheerleaders, the jocks, the stoners, the Ivy League kids, the Star War nerds, the bad geeks, the wannabees, the gothic rockers, the active junior environmentalist, the girls that aren't cheerleaders but are stuck up popular bitches, the art kids, and the outcasts.

Can you guess which one I'm in? The outcasts. I didn't want to be with the In crowd. I can't stand fake people. Thus, by exiling myself, I became invisible.

I have friends, and not just the other outcasts. My best friend Alice was in the art group (which includes the kids who dance, paint, sculpt, or design), and my other best friend, Rosalie, was a cheerleader.

Of course, there were sluts, skanks, whores, whatever. They came from almost every group. The whole school knows who those girls are, but it's not the only thing they are. And it's not just one from each group. It's a whole lot worse.

I'm 18, a senior, and can dance. Boy could I dance. I was in line to get a dance scholarship to NYU. I wanted to get as far away from Forks as possible. I love my father, but ever since my mom, Renee died 5 years ago, I couldn't wait to get out.

We didn't have a lot of money and a scholarship was my best shot.

This is where my story begins.

"Bella? You who?" Alice waved her wand in front of my face.

English was about to start and I had been zoning out. Again.

"What?" I snapped back into reality.

Alice rolled her eyes and gestured to the front of the room where the teacher was about to start a lecture.

I blushed a light pink a turned my full attention to Mr. Johnson.

Half way through the class the door opened and a boy sauntered in.

Edward Mason.

He was the quarter back, caption of the basketball team, and, oh yea, the schools ultimate player.

"Mr. Mason. Nice of you to join us. Feel free to join me after school for a detention too," Mr. Johnson said.

Edward looked like he was deliberating something. "No thanks," He said, smiling. A few people snickered.

He was so nice looking when he smiled. Wait. No. Stop that. Bad Bella. I couldn't start crushing on Edward Mason. He used girls and threw them away like a piece of thrash.

Mr. Johnson gave him a hard smile. "I insist."

Edward shrugged. A few girls giggle and a few winked as he went past them to his seat. He smiled crookedly at them.

Even though I didn't like Edward, I didn't buy into his whole 'I'm the god of the school act.' Sometimes I'd catch a look on his face that said there was more to him. Not that I stared at him.

Lunch came slowly that day. As I waited in the lunch line, Edward and his friends Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale came up to stand in line behind me.

They were talking sports, since all of them were on the football and basketball team.

They didn't even glance at me. Like I said, invisible.

I sighed and walked to the table Alice and Rose were sitting at.

Sometimes, I want so hard just to be noticed.