Bree's POV
It's my first day in highschool, I'm soo scared.
Fifteen year old Bree Tanner, I don't know how I'll live, I'm like the only person NOT from this area, meaning I know NOBODY.
Everybody passed by so quickly and fast, I was shoved a few times, I almost got trampled by really tall guys that are all muscular. I looked at my paper and checked my locker number… 2881.
I finally found my locker number and I was struggling with my locker. I couldn't get it open, I spent about 14 minutes twisting and turning my lock just to miss the number and start all over again. Great I'm late for class. I decided, 'hey maybe nobody will notice me and I can just skip for today'.
I was frustrated, so I hit my locker hard, and sat infront of my locker. I buried my face in my knees and then I felt something hit my foot, I looked up and saw it was a pen. I looked around and nobody was there, I took the pen in my hand and put my head down again.
I shot my head up as I heard a boy speak, "I believe you have my pen."
Our eyes met as soon as I looked up and I was speechless at what I saw. There was a boy kneeling infront of me and his face was so close to mines. He had dark blond hair, very pale skin, and his eyes… they were… I think they were dark RED…
No, no, it can't be, my eyes are just being weird, and maybe I need glasses.
I stared deep into this pale boy's strange red eyes, not saying a single word, until he said, "Excuse me, you have my pen."
I finally snapped out of it and held his pen out to him. He smiled and looked down at my hand, he touched my hand while grabbing his pen and his skin was so cold, I kind of flinched a little. He seemed to notice, and he stood up right away. I expected him to just leave because I'm such a weirdo, so I put my head back down.
"My name is Riley, Riley Biers." A familiar voice said.
I looked up and saw a hand extended towards me, it was him again… uhmm… RILEY.
"uh, Bree, umm, my name is Bree Tanner."
He smiled and extended his hand further, I smiled back at him and took his hand.