What if (An Emmett and Bella love story)

Bella's POV

First day of school in the new city I am in, Forks...great. It's already in the middle of the semester in Forks High School and I'm sure I have lots to catch up. First up, I have to be familiar with this new place. Looking around, I can see people are staring at me as I pass by them. To distract myself from the awkward situation I am in, I got the panflips from my bag that were sent to me when my dad enrolled me in this school.

Okay, so that building is.. I said to myself as I point a building from the panflip.

"Hi." A man came up to me, startling me. "I'm Eric. You're Isabella Swan?" Right, course they know who I am. He extended his hand and I shook it. "Just Bella." I said it with a smile as I fix my bag hanging on my shoulder, which is not cooperating with me and keeps falling every minute. "So, Bella..." He said while we were walking and I was busy looking at the panflips. "...I'll be your guide for now. The administration told me someone was coming and they wanted me to be the one doing this. So if you need anything, just tell me." He smiled. "Oh, thanks." He simply nodded with a smile and continued to walk with me. "Uhmm.." I spoke up seconds after his kind offer. "I think I might have the first job for you." He looked at me, waiting for the question. "Uh,...wh-where's the admission office? I said while letting out a quick chuckle, embarrased that I am giving his first job so soon. He laughed lowly. "Here, let me lead you to it." He walked towards the nearest building while I quickly followed him from behind.

Admission, check. I'm already late to attend the first half of the morning session of classes, so I checked my schedule and searched for the next class. Hmm..and the next thing I have to attend is...great. Phys. Ed. Great.

We're on sports in P.E., specifically Volleyball.

"Alright...Swan." My head snapped at the direction of the mentor. "You're up." Snap. I've been sitting here quietly, trying to be incognito and then he chooses me. "Uh, I--I don't.." A girl placed her hand on my wrist, chuckling. "C'mon, it won't be that bad." She smiled and stood up and nudged my shoulder. I let out a puff of air and stood up. "I'm not good at any of this." I whispered to her, admitting and telling a fact. "Me either." She extended her hand to me as we walk to the court. "I'm Angela, by the way." She smiled and I shook her hand, smiling back. "Bella." She chuckled. "I know. Now, c'mon. Let's play!" I laughed softly as I took my place beside her. Of course, she knows me.

Boy, I suck! I really am not into volleyball and I'm glad it's over...for now. Probably, the only sport I like is baseball since seeing Phil, my mother's husband which is my stepfather, play is entertaining. Oh, and I like running too 'cause baseball sure involves running. I can remember the first time I saw Phil play. It was so easy in the eyes so I asked him to teach me. And boy, was it the total opposite. But I got the hang of it 'cause it's fun, also it was one way of getting to know Phil better as stepdad. Well, my mom and my dad didn't work out before but at least there was no tension between them that my mom let me live with my dad, Charlie, here in Forks. 

"Bella?" Angela waved her hand on my face, snapping me back to reality  from my flashback. "Let's go." I smiled at her and packed my stuff 'cause she was done with hers. I got up from the bench and stood beside her. "You okay?" She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm good." I said with a smile and added as I look at her. "Lunch?" She laughed. "Yes, I know you're hungry." I laughed softly as we walk out of the gym and towards the cafeteria.