Hey, Everyone! I just got back from my cruise yesterday! It was AWESOME! Thanks for all those people who reviewed telling me to have a good time! And I did. I found Hell. It was really cool. If you ever go to Grand Cayman, check it out! I got a shirt that says "I've Been To Hell And Back". Hehe— I love it. Okay, here's your chapter!

'Sweet Sacrifice'

By

'Evanescence'

*COLOR ID.*

Pain: Red.

Love: White.

Hate: Black.

Content: Orange.

Embarrassment/Envy: Green.

Friendship: Pink.

Opinionated: Brown. (Sort of like stereotypical, for those who are unsure.)

Depression/loss of energy/nervousness : dark grey.

Optimistic: Blue.

Deceptive: Violet.

Overjoyed: Yellow.

Knowledgeable/ intuitive: Indigo.

Indifference: light silver, almost invisible.

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~Isabella Marie Swan~

Eye shattering light exploded before me as I entered the cafeteria— and it wasn't the glaring florescent lights either. Even when I was in Phoenix, it was never this , I would have to close my eyes for a few minutes to get the spots from my eyes, but I got used to it. Maybe that was the problem— that I wasn't used to it. After a minute, the blinding light was reduced to that one dark spot in your vision that wouldn't seem to disappear.

With a sigh, I pushed my thick, black glasses farther up my nose and sulked to an empty table close to the door, hoping for an easy escape when Lunch ends. After sitting for a second, I left my bag at the table and scurried over to the food line. People gave me looks; as though I was an insect that needed to be squashed. Was there something wrong with me? Subconsciously, I wiped a hand over my mouth. With a discreet glance, I saw nothing in my hand. So it must be something else. Or, maybe Forks was just like Phoenix; if not worse. In Phoenix, it took some time for gossip to spread. But here? It could be in a day.

"Isabella! I didn't get to catch after class. Would you like to sit with us?" I turned at the voice, surprised to see Angela Weber — thick glasses and all — staring at me expectantly. Looking at the group behind her, and noticed a couple of people from History and English. They weren't the coolest looking kids, but I was in no position to judge. I'll take what friends I can get.

"Oh, hi, Angela. You can call me Bella. I think I saw some of your friends in my other classes. It's nice to meet you," I muttered a little too quietly to the group of teenagers. Even though I thought they wouldn't judge me, I still had reason to doubt. People aren't always as they seem; I learned that the hard way. Angela smiled and nodded.

"Okay. Well, this is Eric, Ben, and Seth. Come on, I saved you a spot."(Seth is not a werewolf. I love Seth! He's so cute! Not a big fan of the other Pack members, though.) Angela said excitedly, motioning to a table somewhere behind her. I nodded, grabbed an apple and a Coke, before following. But just as I began to sit down, I remembered I left my bag at the table near the door. Quickly giving Angela the gist, I rushed over to the table. Approaching it, I realized the table had become occupied. I nearly stopped dead in my tracks.

They were gorgeous. All five of them. They were all pale-skinned. And they all had golden eyes. But, even when they had so much in common, they all looked completely different. The boy sitting beside the girl I recognized as Alice Cullen had blond hair. He sat very tall in his chair, not like boys do this era. Rolling muscles went up his arms, hiding under his leather jacket.

Turning my gaze, I saw a statuesque blond under the arm of a huge body builder looking boy— or should I call him a man? He looked old enough to be in college. He had a goofy grin on his face, twirling the beautiful blond's hair in his finger. That was the first time I saw him. Everything about him was perfect. His amazing, bronze hair. His tall, lanky figure. His long, calloused , as I observed him, I saw something missing. What was it?

Hurriedly, I approached the table. I'm sure my face was dynamite red. All of their faces angled to me as I stumbled my way to them. I slipped a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling an overwhelming swarm of embarrassment. I found myself wondering if it would ever go away.

"Hello. I think I left my bag at the table. H-Have you seen it?" I stuttered, lowering my gaze. But, for once it wasn't because I was overwhelmed with light. The only things I saw in their aura's was curiosity and intuition. No hate. Nobody was opinionated. It was strange— but, a good strange.

The bronze haired boy turned a little to watch me as I stood, hands crossed behind my back. His eye's had changed from the gorgeous gold to a deep black. As I watched his eyes swarm with an unjustifiable hatred, I also saw the air shifting. My eyes widened behind my glasses as I watched the auras for pain and hate swarm the air in a second. It was all coming from him. Just a small bit of pain from the blond beside Alice. I could my eyes prick with tears. Why do things like this happen?

"Bella! I knew those glasses would look good on you. Well, here is your bag! Would you like to sit with me? Tomorrow, of course," Alice asked, smiling the whole time. I gulped, but accepted her offer. She handed me my bag with a smile. But, something looking good on me was almost impossible. I handed her back the glasses, squinting my eyes at the up-roar of darkness.

"Oh, don't worry, you can keep them," she said, but I was already speeding away from the table. Why did he do that? Was I that hideous? I must be.

Quickly, I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to Angela's table. The lights around me were bad, but everything was darker. More... enchanting. Would it be bad to say I kind of liked this dark world? Everything used to be so bright. Dark colors aren't that bad. As long as your not afraid of the dark.

"What's in there?" one of the boys (I suspect it was Seth) asked me. I simply shrugged, knowing it was quite the possibility they would laugh if I told them what was in my bag. He smiled, stating he understood why I wouldn't want to show him some things, though I saw a hint of hurt in his aura.

"Angela? Can I ask you something?" I whispered to her quietly, looking at the table. She nodded, so I leaned in closer. "Do you know them?" her eyes discreetly darted towards the Cullen's table. Her gaze was knowing and her aura was knowledgeable.

"That's the Cullens. They moved her from Alaska a couple of year's ago when Dr. Cullen — their adoptive father — got a job at the local hospital. The blond boy is Jasper. He is with Alice, the short, spunky one. The huge, muscled guy is Emmett. He's with Rosalie, which is obvious." she motioned to them. I turned red at the sight of their PDA. "And the reddish brown haired guy is Edward. He... doesn't talk much." I smiled at her, thanking her quietly for the information.

When I looked up, I was very surprised to see Edward staring intently at me. He looked so confused it was almost admirable. But, what could be confusing.

"You coming, Bella?" Angela asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. I nodded, lifting my bag and walking with her out the double doors.

Time for Biology.

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