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Waxing Crescent

Here's the topic there are so many stories about. A continuation of New-Moon... But this one is different. Like none you've ever read. The next moon phase. After a new moon, comes the waxing crescent. A small sliver of light to brighten the dark sky. The dark life of Bella Swan. Here's the thing. This isn't one of those stories where Bella DIDN'T jump, so Alice didn't see it. Bella DID jump. Alice didn't see. But Bella jumped. She did hear Edward, and it hurt her. It hurt her bad. And now, she has built immunity to the one thing that can heal her gash...Jacob. Or has the pain just become unbearable? With no where to turn, and Victoria as close as ever, what's to stop Bella from walking into the woods and waiting for Victoria to take it all away? All the pain. Nothing. Bella is sent to Hawaii, to live with Jacob's sister and hopefully be able to forget everything that happened to the strange rainy town of Forks, Washington. Hopefully...she will forget of the mythical creatures that so recently inundated her life. Because vampires don't live in sunny places. Bella's safe in Hawaii.


5. Chapter 5

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It was Monday. Oh boy. School.

And, it would remind me of the first day I saw him. That's what we called him now. Him.

Rebecca, or Becca, as I had started calling her, wanted me to confront the problems by saying his name. But the morning I had told her, all rules had been broken. My rules. Don't say his name, or picture him. Now I was sticking to the rules more fiercely than ever.

Becca let me borrow her car. The yellow old Mercedes convertible. Wow. That was really the kind of car for me. Living in the sun was seeming to help with my sarcasm. I wasn't used to it. It made me chuckle wryly when I remembered telling Eric I was albino.

Becca was riding with me today, to tell me how to get to Kukui High School. Apparently, Kukui was the state tree. They couldn't really say Honolulu High, like Forks, because I was guessing there was more than one high school in Hawaii's capitol.

Turning into the parking lot, we passed a wood sign, the paint faded by the salty air and warm sunlight. Welcome to Kuiki High School, home of the Waves.

The Waves. Very sensible.

"This is it," Rebecca announced unnecessarily.

"Yep. There it is." I squirmed before half heartedly pulling the door handle, then taking my hand away, letting it fall back but not hard enough to close. I unbuckled my seat belt.

"I hate it when that happens." I scrunched my nose up as I body slammed against the caught door.

I gave a surprised 'eep' when the door, instead of slowly creaking open, swung open with force and I went flying out, about to hit the asphalt. Something stopped me just in time. The heavy car door had hit it's hinges and was now rebounding, right towards my face.

With a sickening crack, the door hit my face and swung gently backwards, letting me recommence in my ungraceful landing on the pavement.

"Oh my god," I groaned, my cheek resting on the warm, black asphalt, my eyes shut tight. My calves were still hooked around the bottom of the seat, when I had hoped that I could have stopped my body from hitting the ground by pulling myself back up with my legs.

"Bella!" Rebecca yelped, and I heard the click of the seatbelt, and her worried words as she ran around the back of the car.

"Are you alright?" Another concerned voice asked. Male. This could not be happening.

"Can I just lay here? Or better even, maybe sink into the ground, please?" I begged anyone who could possibly make that happen.

"Sorry," the deep voice chuckled. "No can do. But, not a lot of people saw. . ." The lie was clear in his voice, and then I was aware of whispers around me. All were concerned, though. Bless you, nice, Hawaiian people.

I moaned against the pavement, suddenly feeling the hot, throbbing in the center of my face.

"Hey, Kat. Could you take --- What's your name?"

"Bella Swan." I mumbled into the pavement. My eyes were still closed.

"Bella. Okay. Uhh, Kat? Can you take Bella to the nurse?" The boy reminded me a lot of Jake. I felt something flutter in my stomach. It was the feeling of, friendship maybe? I knew it wasn't that exactly, but that was the best way to describe it.

"Sure thing." Surprisingly, the voice that answered was female, and vaguely familiar.

Not until I felt the same, strong hand pull me up gently, but still firmly enough to bump against the muscular body, and the unique feeling of deja vu, did I remember the girl I met on the beach.

I finally opened my eyes, to come to regret I hadn't. That many people had seen? My stomach twisted.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The beach girl, or Kat, as the boy had called her, laughed. "Yeah. Sorry, I know you must feel bad. Especially being new." She raised her eyebrows at the onlookers and they sheepishly turned and, splitting off into groups, walked toward the sidewalks that led to what looked like, was the school buildings.

She turned back to me, and just like the first time, I was struck by the silvery green color of her eyes. "Do you think you can walk?"

"I fall all the time," I informed her dismally.

"Are you okay, Bella? Dad said you were clumsy, but I had no idea. . ." Her face was so serious I laughed.

"You're right. Billy makes things seem a lot milder than they really are. He should know my level of clumsiness almost makes me handicapped." I rolled my eyes, my face still a beet red. So much for not tripping or blushing anymore.

"I really think we should get her to the nurse," Kat said firmly, starting to drag me across the parking lot.

* * * * * *

The nurse, whose face was very thin and strict looking, was really as nice as everyone I had met so far, chiding me about being careful when getting out of my car.

My nose was bleeding, so we had to stick tissues up it, and when I begged her to not make me go to class like this, she complied, allowing Kat to stay behind too.

Kat looked pleased as the nurse asked us to go wait in the office until the office until the bleeding stop.

Kat, sensing my discomfort, choose a corner in shadow that was inconspicuous and out of the way. We settled down into some mint green chairs that matched her eyes, and began to talk.

* * * * * *

"So . . . you're new here?" she offered.

I nodded. "Yeah. I came from Forks, Washington. I've been there a year and before that I lived in Phoenix, Arizona."

"Do you move a lot?"

"Not really."

"Oh." My answer puzzled her. "So why are you living with Rebecca?"

I froze. "Boy trouble," I said through stiff lips.

This answer seemed to puzzle her also. "I guess that's lucky. Now you're in Hawaii." She grinned.

I looked away, not having to blink back tears. There weren't any. "Not worth it," I replied softly.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Her voice grew soft too.

"So, do you bring kids here a lot?"

"Oh, well, my brother Robby, he . . . likes to look out for me. For potential friends, I guess you can say. I don't get along with other girls. Well, I guess that isn't true. Everyone is real nice here. You can say I don't fit in."

"Hear, hear." I joked, grinning.

She returned it. "Well then. I guess we can be a couple of misfits."

"I'm very old fashioned. No shopping for me," I warned her.

"Hate shopping," she agreed, nodding. "I surf, swim. . . anything in the water."

"That's right. I saw you on the beach," I reminded her.

"Oh, yeah! Perfect then." She looked at me thoughtfully.''

"You know, my brother, Robby, thinks you're funny."

"I'm sure I'm a source of entertainment for most," I retorted wryly, trying to hide my discomfort.

"Not in that way," she mumbled, but thankfully, dropped the subject.

"So, is your full name Isabella?" she ventured after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes. Is your full name Katrina?"

She laughed. "No actually. It's --" she paused, then rephrased. "Everyone calls me Katrina. My mom, grandma and brother started calling me Katrina after we moved here, after Hurricane Katrina struck our home in New Orleans. It was naturally shortened to Kat."

"Why would they call you Katrina, after a hurricane with that name destroyed your home?" I demanded.

She was quiet for awhile, her eyes wide as she stared at the floor. "I guess . . . I guess to prove that not everything named Katrina is bad," her voice finally said softly, but there was uneasiness lurking behind it.

"Oh." I suddenly felt ashamed.

We sat for awhile, discussing our favorite colors, books, movies . . . just anything to pass the time.

* * * * * *

"Yeah. And so then my brother, being the complete idiot that he is ---"




The loud school bell broke through her sentence, and she laughed. "Time flew by didn't it? Well I'll have to tell you that story later . . . maybe today after school? On the beach?"

"Sure," I complied, surprised at the prospect of already having a friend. "Do you want to come home with me?"

"Sure." she shrugged. "I'll just have Robby tell my mom where I went. She's used to me going to the beach all the time."

She lifted her heavy looking bag with ease onto her shoulder, while I marveled.

"Are you bionic?" Or a werewolf? I added mentally.

"Ha! Yeah, sure. Then I would obviously not be able to go into the water without rusting my gears. Geeze, Bella, you should know that," she joked.

I rolled my eyes. It felt natural to be around her.

"So what's your next class?" Kat inquired, tilting her head and brushing her hair out of her eyes. I noticed it was a sleek, straight black instead of the wavy tresses I had seen on the beach.

"Uh. . ." I fished the schedule out of my backpack that the secretary had given me after I had seen the nurse.

"P.E. Oh, no. Please, why me?" I cried to the fluorescent lights on the office ceiling.

"Why don't you like P.E.?" she asked curiously, resulting in me looking disbelievingly at her, while slapping my forehead.

"Gee, I wonder. I bet it has nothing to do with injuring myself not even the first hour of my first day of school by falling out of my parked car! And the fact that occurances like this happen daily." I motioned to my injured nose.

She smirked. "Point taken."

* * * * * * *

The school day went fairly well, ignoring P.E. entirely. If I let P.E. bring down the quality of my school days those would be some pretty bummer days.

Rebecca had left her car in the parking lot and gotten home in some mysterious way that I did not know of.

I parked the yellow car in the driveway, getting out and heading towards the house.

Kat had decided last minute to drop by her house and change out of her school clothes, before meeting me behind my house.

"Rebecca!" I sang as I opened the front door and unceremoniously dropped my backpack on the floor.

"Bella!" Rebecca yelled with such excitement I paused in midstep.

"Uhhhh . . . yeah?" I asked nervously.

"Guess who got home early?!" she nearly screamed, rounding the corner and grabbing my hand, tugging me back into the kitchen, nearly dislocating my shoulder.



And there he was.

The man was about six foot, maybe a little shorter, with sandy brown hair, a dark tan, and light brown eyes. He looked about twenty. The eyes were so light they could look like one of them when they were between hungary and having just hunted.

"Hey, Tony!" I grinned at Rebecca's soulmate, stretching up to hug his muscular, tan form.

"Bella! Lepeka's told me so much about you!" he kissed me on the cheek and I blushed. Darn those friendly Hawaiians.

"Lepeka?" I said dubiously, willing my cheeks to cool.

"Hawaiian.And you . . ." he pulled back, grinning. "Are my Pela."

"Pela . . ." I tasted the word on my tongue, then shrugged. "I like it. Very beachy." I grinned.

"But of course!" Rebecca squealed, kissing Tony on the cheek, then dashing to hug me before I could blink. She reminded me of . . . his sister --- My former best friend.

"How was your first day of school?!" she yelled into my ear, and I shrugged out of her grip.

"Despite almost breaking my nose, guarenteeing myself two bruises to make me look like one of the living dead ---" Rebecca raised an eyebrow --- "It went fine."

"That's good," she turned back around to fish around in the cabinet.

"This is a story I need to hear," Tony announced, sitting at the small kitchen table.

"Actually, that has to wait for another time. I invited a friend over and we're gonna go down to the beach," I explained, walking into the mud room to borrow some of Rebecca's flip flops, even though they were too big.

"That's good, Bella!" Rebecca's muffled voice praised as I selected one of the few pairs that weren't yellow. Nice brown ones.

"I know, I know. Stop patronizing me." I smiled, sliding them on and leaning into the kitchen.

Rebecca turned to roll her eyes at me, but her face turned serious.

"Have fun," she commanded and I saluted.

"Yes, mother, dear."

Because I knew what she really thought of me making friends. Making friends, equals healing in her book. Actually, every little sign of improvement was healing in her book. She understood, how much it took to make those little improvements.

And I appreciated that.

I really did.