Chapter 1.
In the morning, I saw a beautiful pearly gray fog, outside my window. Breakfast with Charlie after so many years felt so good. He left after wishing me luck for my first day at school. I sat on the table and examined the kitchen. It was still the same and far too poky. I knew Charlie couldn't cook to save his life, so I decided I'd take care of the cooking ministry. This place definitely needed an extreme makeover if I was going to work in it. Actually the whole house needed a makeover if I was staying here; I needed my space, so I'd start working on it from today. I rubbed my hands in excitement. I had to go to school, so I couldn't start work right away, but never mind.
I got out of the house, reveling in the slight drizzle, and walked towards my faded red Chevy truck. It was so awesome. Finding the school wasn't hard in a town as small as forks. I parked in front of the FRONT OFFICE and went in.
It was funny; I was like a celebrity in the school. People were following me around like puppies; I even got to sit at a table full of people, in lunch. I tried keeping up with their conversation, but gave up after a few seconds and leaned back in my chair. I picked up my litchi juice and started sucking at it noisily through the straw. I looked around the cafeteria and that's when I first saw them.
They were seated in the far corner of the cafeteria, not talking, not eating. They didn't look anything alike. There was a shortish girl who reminded me of a pixie. She was extremely thin. Her hair was short and black done up in a spiky fashion. I liked it. Sitting next to her was a tall, lean and muscular guy. He had honey blond hair. There was a beautiful blonde girl, sitting right next to him, who seemed like she could give any girl an insecurity complex. She was holding hands with….
EMMETT! I almost choked on my juice. No not possible. But they looked so alike. Big and muscled. CHECK. Dark curly hair. CHECK. Stupid funny expression. CHECK. Crap! But it seriously couldn't be him. I was being stupid.
I looked at the boy next to him. That's when I almost had a heart attack. I choked on my juice, causing all the people to give concerned looks. I shook my head and mouthed "I'm fine" then I allowed myself another look at that table. He was boyish looking and had tousled bronze hair. Just like I remembered him. Only he looked pale. I mean like chalky pale. That just couldn't be EDWARD MASEN. I had to be sure.