Twilight Page #3

father, BILLY BLACK (from the photos), into a wheelchair.

CHARLIE:

Bella, you remember Billy Black.

BILLY:

Glad you're finally here. Charlie

hasn't shut up about it since you

told him you were coming.

CHARLIE:

Keep exaggerating, I'll wheel you

down the hill.

BILLY:

Right after I ram you in the ankles.

Billy takes several rolls at Charlie, who dodges. Jacob shakes

his head at their two fathers as he shyly approaches Bella.

JACOB:

I'm Jacob. We made mud pies

together when we were little kids.

BELLA:

Yeah... I think I remember..

.

(re:
the dads)

Are they always like this?

JACOB:

It's getting worse with old age.

Charlie then pats the hood of the truck, addressing Bella

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CHARLIE:

So what do you think of your

homecoming gift?

BELLA:

No way. The truck is for me?

CHARLIE:

Just bought it off Billy, here.

JACOB:

I rebuilt the engine and -

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BELLA:

It's perfect!

7.

She beams. It's the first genuine smile we've seen on her.

She rushes to the truck. Jacob eagerly joins her.

JACOB:

Okay, so you gotta double pump the

clutch when you shift, but -

-

He hands her the keys as she climbs in.

BELLA:

Maybe I can give you a ride to school.

JACOB:

I go to school on the reservation.

BELLA:

Too bad. Would've been nice to

know at least one person.

As she starts up the truck we MATCH CUT

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12 EXT. FORKS HIGH SCHOOL - BELLA'S TRUCK - DAY 12

Loud, belching and turning heads as Bella parks, mortified. All

eyes are on her as she climbs out of her truck and steps in

a

PUDDLE, soaking her sneakers. She slinks toward school, as we

begin

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13 INT. HIGH SCHOOL - A SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY 13

-- Bella (never without her IPOD) makes her way thru kids who

stare openly; a few brave ones say hi. They're all talking

about her. This is her hell.

-- Bella wanders the walkways looking for room numbers, lost.

-- Constant stares at Bella, the outsider..

.

SERIES ENDS when a sweet, nerd-cute, motor mouth boy, ERIC,

appears in her path.

ERIC:

You're Isabella Swan, the new girl. Hi.

I'm Eric. The eyes and ears of this

place. Anything you need. Tour guide,

lunch date, shoulder to cry on.

Bella just looks at him. Is he for real?

BELLA:

I'm kind of the “suffer in silence” type.

ERIC:

Good headline for your feature

-

I'm on the paper, and you're news,

baby, front page.

8.

BELLA:

I -- no, I'm not news -- I'm, seriously,

not at all

-

ERIC:

Whoa, chillax. No feature.

BELLA:

(relieved)

Would you mind just pointing me

toward Mr. Varner's class?

He leads her away, enjoying the attentive stares, as she cringes

from them

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ERIC:

You've missed a lot of the semester,

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