Hey everyone!! This is my new story. I thought of it today at school, and figured, why not give it a shot? And since today was the last day of school, I have lots of time to write it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. God, that would be awesome if I was, wouldn't it?
I walked calmly to my next class. School could be such a bore. I was seriously planning on just ditching and going home, although I knew that would defiantly piss Carlisle off. So I continued walking down the hallway with my sister, Bridgett. Bridgett was really my sister; she was adopted. Or I guess you could say I was adopted. Bridgett was in the family first, but we never really mentioned that topic. Sure, it seemed important, but to us, it didn't really matter. Bridgett had found me, literally beaten to a bloodily pulp by the man whom I least expected to attack me, and she had taken me home to her parents, Carlisle and Esme. Carlisle had suggested that now was the time, and that I was the one. I only discovered what he had been talking about three days later; I was in too much pain to understand what they were discussing. Little did I know that there was soon to be much, much more pain, which would have me begging for my old injures of a broken leg, concussion, and five broken ribs.
Three days after I first felt the initial slashing cut at my neck, I was filled with a new, regenerating feeling of health. I felt strong, fearless, and ready to take on the world. There was only one thing that was keeping me from that: Carlisle. I later realized that it was only for my safety, and not to mention the safety of the poor, insolent humans running around aimlessly on this earth, that he kept me confined in the little room that was my cell. I managed to leave Carlisle with a few scars, to my great remorse, and a scared ego from my foul language that I un-relentlessly had fired at him, without giving him a chance to even recoil from what I had said. I did apologize after I understood his motives for keeping me hostage, and he did forgive me.
I was snapped out of my memory by Bridgett's warm voice. "Bella? Class is this way." She said, tugging on my arm.
"Oh, yeah." Why was I heading to the science rooms? It was first period. I mentally smacked myself for being so stupid and turned to follow Bridgett.
We trudged into our first class, math, I inwardly sneered the word, and took our seats in the front of the class room.
"Good morning, Mrs. Kirsten." Bridgett greeted my least favorite teacher as she passed her desk. Mrs. Kirsten just nodded. I thought that she was being rather rude, but Bridgett didn't seem to mind. She just sat down with a happy smile and flipped open her math book to today's chapter on the board. I sighed and shook my head. Even after all these years, I still could not grasp the concept of trigonometry. All the numbers in my brain got conjoined with my thoughts and made it extremely difficult to concentrate. Sometimes, I thought I was the only one who this happened to. Esme and Carlisle both held majors in math, and Bridgett had outdone them by far. She had, just three years ago, acquired a PhD in Physics, which had a lot to do with math, I guessed. I wasn't interested in even trying to learn math; I just enjoyed writing. I had written about three books, but I wasn't able to publish any of them, for fear of people recognizing us when we had to go through another of our frequent moves.
I also enjoyed music. I had gone to college for a degree in music, and earned a major in flute. And of course, being able to move my fingers, and my arms, legs, etc, at superhuman speed helped my playing tremendously. Bridgett was also musical, and she majored in violin. We loved to play duets with each other and Carlisle and Esme were an excellent audience.
I didn't realize I had been able to completely zone-out for the whole class period until I was brought back to reality by the bell. As I stood up, a tall boy walked past me. I froze. Bridgett sensed my reaction and stared at me, by I couldn't think about that; he sent had captured me. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was mouthwatering. He smelled like roses, and something else, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But I didn't linger on this quiet question in my head. I took a step forward, as if to follow the strange boy. I could easily stalk him to his next class and lure him away from the other students; I could have him right in my hand. I hesitantly took another step toward the boy. Bridgett moved her hand towards me, trying to place it on my shoulder, I guessed. But I caught the movement before she could touch me. I sent out a barrier to keep her away and her hand stopped in midair. To anyone watching, it would simply seem that she changed her mind, and decided not to touch follow through with her seemingly friendly gesture. To her, it was if her hand had struck a solid brick wall. She pulled her hand back, hurt and confused at my sudden defensiveness. This exchange lasted only a few seconds, but the boy was gone. I quickly gathered my things and strode out the door, avoiding the other students who were standing and discussing the latest gossip. I paid them little attention; my mind was set on finding the boy. I spotted the top of his head as he was entering his next class. I sighed, frustrated, as I realized I couldn't pursue him any further. If I entered his class, which was not on my schedule, I would be rather conspicuous. I would have to wait. But I would find out who this boy was, and why he was different from all the other humans. Why I suddenly needed him, needed his blood.
If you liked this, then tell me. It might put more pressure on me to update more often. And even if you didn't like it, well, then, I'm still going to continue writing it because I am going to be extremly bored over the summer. Thanks!
Kendra
