DISCLAIMER: In my own little world, I own Twilight, Mortal Instruments, and the invention of ice cream. Sadly, here on planet earth that has yet to become a reality. *sigh* However, I do own my characters as well as the plot.
A/N: This is my first fanfic on this site and I do hope with all of my soul that you enjoy it and review. First, I must say that Bella is not a character in my story. No, this is not so there can be an Edward romance. This is simply because she gets on my nerves and did not fit into the plot. When she's off practically killing herself everyday I find it quite hard to focus on the characters of actual importance. Now that I have successfully bored you with this dreadfully long a/n, on with the story.
EdwardPOV
Plink Plink Plink
I raise my eyes from the bleak gray of the cafeteria table and scowl at Emmet. Did he ever stop acting so childish? "If you flick one more pea at me I swear--"
He laughs. A floor shaking, breath-taking, laugh. "You'll what?" Emmet wags his eyebrows and flicks another pea towards my tired face.
"Too slow," I chuckle, gripping the small, green orb in my palm and catapulting it back at him. Emmet's eyes narrow and go cross-eyed looking at the green blob now stuck to the tip of his nose. Rose and Jazz clamp their mouths shut, chests shaking and eyes dancing with silent laughter. Alice lets a single giggle escape, the final straw as we all burst out laughing. Emmet reaches for his sandwich, ready and aimed for my head--
"Did you guys hear about the new girl?" Jasper intervenes, stopping a possible food fight. I let out a breath of air I didn't realize I was holding. Emmet's sandwich gradually lowers back to his tray. Thank god for Jasper and his quick thinking.
"What makes me wonder is what I didn't hear," I whisper back, leaning forward as if we were discussing the possibility of an apocalypse. "Nobody has a clue as to who she might be. Not a single one of these humans know as much as a single scrap of her past."
Emmet's eyes widen in the slightest. "Really? That's… interesting. Very interesting." His eyebrows furrow as if deep in thought. I narrow my eyes and tune in to his inner voice.
Coming to Forks in the middle of the school year like this… it's not normal. Well, if Eddie here does a little digging, no harm no foul, right?
I roll my eyes at this. My family honestly relies on my mind-reading abilities too much for our own good. "Alice, do you see anything different? Anything the new girl might have affected?" Her golden eyes go blank. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I breathe a sigh of relief. Everything's just as it should be.
"Rainy skies, and a lab assignment from Ms. Porter," she declares, for our siblings' sake.
"Fuck," Emmet sighs under his breath. I have Ms. Porter!
"Haha," I laugh, my eyes deriding as I flick a plump, green pea in his direction. Score! Right between the eyes!
"You little-" he reaches for his untouched ham and cheese.
Bliiiiiinnnnggg
Saved by the bell.
CamillePOV
First day of school.
First day at my new life.
I sigh, pulling on my torn fishnet leggings right leg, then left.
Leaving everything behind me wasn't as hard as I'd thought. It wasn't as hard as it could've been. But that doesn't matter. Nothing matters except right here, right now. Maybe if I keep telling myself that I might actually start to believe it.
Life is like the motorcycle boots I'm slipping on my feet. Tough. Worn from years of travel and hardship.
Looking around my small apartment in downtown Forks, a twin bed and dresser it's only decor, it isn't much of a home. But its mine now. This is my life now.
I push myself up off the stained carpet and stride over to the floor-length mirror, gazing at the small amount of my wardrobe I managed to take with me. I'm wearing my favorite pair of beaten, old black leather motorcycle boots with a pair of torn fishnet leggings. Over that a black, gray, pink, and white plaid mini skirt hugs my hips with a metal chain hanging from two of the belt loops. I tug a black hello kitty with fangs t-shirt with writing that says 'I bite back' over my head. Finishing off the look is my army blazer circa 1864, protectively wrapping itself around my narrow frame. My bangs lay right below my eyebrows, practically covering my emerald green eyes, just the way I like it. Pinprick straight, dark brown hair falls down to my lower back.
"They wont find me. I'm safe here," I whisper to my reflection. My eyes start to water, as I realize what I just did. That's what Mom always said, I think bitterly to myself, look where that got her.
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Sorry this is short but I just wanted to get my character out there so I can leave you to mull over a few things: What's Camille's secret? What happened to her mom? Why is she here all alone? What happened in her past? Who is she running from?
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