Trying

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Bella seemed to be settling in well, other than the incident at the school after the first snow of the year where a student hit black ice and ran into the side of her tank. She had talked about the friends she was making at school, Angela Webber, Jessica Stanely, Mike Newton and Erik Yorkie. Dad and I knew who they were and their parents so dad had no qualms about Bella hanging out with them. But as much as Bella prattled on about her new friends and school work, something seemed off. It started making sense when she came home asking questions about Forks' newest residents. The Cullens had something eerie about them that made people keep their distance, but interested people with their extremely good looking despite their extreme paleness that surpassed the albinos of this almost sunless town. Dad had joked that it was a good thing Dr. Cullen was happily married or the nurses at the hospital would never allow him to get any work done.

Today Bella was going out to Port Angeles with Angela and Jessica to go dress shopping for the Spring semi-formal that Forks High held ever year in their gym. Bella insisted that she wasn't shopping for her own dress, merely helping Angela and Jessica find their own dresses. Dad insisted that I go with them to watch over my sister in the bigger city and to give us some girl time. I had been reluctant, but knowing it would put dad at ease Bella and I agreed to it. I figured that while the girls were shopping for dresses I could do a little shopping of my own. I need a new dress for summer and some new dress shirts for work. Maybe I would even find myself a new pair of shoes.

I was ready when Bella pulled in from school and stepped out the door when I heard the honk f a horn outside. Jessica and Angela were sitting in a white Honda. Bella came down the stairs and locked up, we both climbed into the back seat of the car before setting off to Port Angeles. The start of the car ride was awkward till the two girls up front got used to me in the backseat, then we were chattering the rest of the ride like we all had known each forever.

"Sunny? May I ask you a question?" Angela asked from the front seat.

"You just did. But you can ask me another one." I said and gave her a smile. She smiled back before asking her question.

"Why didn't you come to Forks school? I mean you live within the district and everyone expected you would be in Forks." Angela said and I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Actually, I did attend Forks Elementary for kindergarten." I said and she seemed confused.

"What changed?" She asked.

"I looked different then the other students and they treated me like an outsider. After kindergarten dad got it arranged that I went to school on the rez with the children of father's friends." I said with a shrug and Angela looked sad.

"It was wrong of those people to do that to you." She said and I smiled.

"We were all just children and I probably wouldn't have met my two best friends if I hadn't gone to the rez. Everything turned out for the best." I said and Angela smiled back at me. We changed the subject to a cheerier topic for the rest of the drive. The trip wasn't as bad as I thought it could be. Bella gave input on dresses while looked around and bought myself a few items when I was done I returned to the waiting room and sat in the other chair. We quickly weeded out the dresses that wouldn't work and narrowed the selection down to two dresses for each girl.

Once the shopping was done we left the store talking about where to eat. Jess wanted to go to a Greek place that had an amazing reputation for it's lamb, while Angela and Bella wanted to go to a little Italian place that was on the way home. I didn't care if we went through a drive through and got burgers as long as I got to eat.

"You guys head to the restaurant. I want to look for a book store." Bella said and both girl were reluctant, but pointed her toward the small book store only a couple blocks down. I couldn't let my sister go alone. It was getting dark and it was rush hour. A single teenage girl would make an easy target for any sicko.

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