Music notes and legends Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

I do not own anything. The twilight characters are Stephanie Meyers And the songs belong to Kesha and Panic at the disco.

I walked as slowly as I could into the classroom. I didn't belong her. They were all Native American. I was as white as possible. Not albino. But just white.

My name is Helena Williams. I grew up in Michigan. In a very small town. Then I moved to Arizona. To a smaller town. Then my grandmother died. So my parents moved in with my grandfather. There was not any room for me there. So I was sent to my cousins in Washington.

My cousin was very nice. He let me stay with him. I got the whole 3rd floor of his house to my self. I did not really get to see him.

But, back to me. I have naturally blonde hair. But it is now bleached with purple, blue, and hot pink streaks in it. I wear contacts. They are colored a purplish blue. My eyes are naturally a very pretty color of green with royal blue edges. I will wear my glasses when I feel like it. I have the nerd ones. Just for fun. They are black with red on the inside. I love alternative music. I have a weird obsession with mythical creatures. And I am very random.

Okay. That's enough about me. Now, Back to the story.

When I got to the door, I lightly knocked. The teacher stopped talking. I could hear his footsteps as he was walking to the door. I was scared. I hated being new. I was an outcast. I didn't want to be here. The door all of a sudden opened. I looked up from the, oh so interesting, floor.

"Hello. I'm new."

"Oh. Yes you must be Miss Williams. Yes come in." I looked at my schedule. Music. Great. I used to be in a band in Arizona. I sung. We were very close to becoming famous.

"So, Class, This is Miss Williams. She is new. Miss Williams will you please introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about you."

"Sure. Umm. Hi. I'm Helena. Yes, like the My Chemical Romance song. I used to live in Michigan. Then I moved to Arizona. And now I'm here. I wear colored contacts. I have stage fright. I didn't use to. But it just happened. I used to sing in a band. We almost made it big. Then I moved. I live with my cousin. I have the whole 3rd floor to myself.

I am very random. I love meeting new people. I love all the colors. Gerard Way, Pete Wentz, and Brendon Urie are my role models. I love alternative music. But I also love music you can dance to. My favorite song right now is probably 'If you wanted a song written about you all you had to do was ask' by Mayday Parade. I have been to 11 concerts. And I have 27 autographs. Mostly major league baseball. Any questions?"

A few people raised their hands. I looked up at the teacher. He just picked a random kid.

"So, do you like baseball?"

"Yes! It is actually one of my favorite sports. That and soccer."

Now, a different kid. "Can you sing for us?"

My breathe caught in my through. Was I ready?

"Yes."

"Splendid!" The teacher said. "First let me do rolecall." He looked around to count the kids. "Has anyone seen Mr. Walker?" At that very moment the door swung open. A boy walked in. He was huge! A lot of muscles! And very hot to!

Then he looked at me. Our eyes locked. Something changed then. I felt some kind of emotion. I wasn't quite sure what it was.

The boy walked over to the teachers table. "Hi. Mr. Turner. Here's the pass. Sorry."

"Its quite alright Paul just don't let it happen again" So, Paul was his name. Nice name.

Paul looked over at me. "Who is this?"

"Oh yes. Paul meet Helena. She's new.

"Hey." I said. He smiled back.

"So Miss Williams, You were going to sing for us, correct?" Crap. I forgot about that. I was nervous now with Paul in the room.

"Umm sure. But can someone go before me?"

"Yes. Katlynn. Why don't you and Jimmy do your piece?"

A girl a little shorter then me stood up. She looked at the guy behind her. He also stood up. Katlynn walked over to the cd player and put a cd in. "Just tell us when to go Mr. Turner."

"Any time you want dear. And Helena why don't you go sit by Paul?"

"Okay." I walked over to him and sat down next to him. Right as I sat down music started to play.

I recognized the tune. It was Blah, Blah, Blah, by ke$ha.

Aaaaah
La dee da da
blah blah blah blah blah

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this
song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
Wanna dance with no pants on?
(Holler)
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
And your wasted

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

(Jimmy)
You be delayin'
You won't be sayin' some shizz
You say i'm playin
I'm never layin' the dick
Sayin' "blah, blah blah"
Cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I is

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Katlynn and Jimmy were really good. Mr. Turner looked up at me. I knew I had to do this. I walked to the front of the class. I knew what song I wanted to sing.

"Do you just want me to sing without music then?"

"If you want. I could see if we can find the song, but that would take to long."

"Okay. Well this song is called 'Walk on water or drown." It's by Mayday Parade." This was the song my band always started practice with.

Well, this hurts me more than I can stand to say
In just one sitting
You left the room so I could pray
So I'll pace the halls to see if I could find a hole in something
Or maybe places to escape

Oh, and everybody knows this is the part
Of breaking down in anybody's arms
I'm reaching down and hoping this one's ours
God, please let this stay

And then I fell into pieces
And she fell into me
Saying, play me a song
It's been too long since I've heard
You sing

And you got here just in time
To let me know I was worth saving
If nothing more than for the heart
Too proud to breathe
But all too scared to say
The things worth saying
Who knew this trip would be this hard

As I'm looking to the sky to count the stars
I wonder if you see them where you are
I'm down on both my knees
To pray tomorrow brings no pain

And then I fell into pieces
And she fell into me
Saying play me a song it's been too long
Since I've heard you sing

And now we all fall to pieces
But at least you fell to me
And this is the wrong night
Tell me goodnight and let it go

I stayed here
And you just prayed
My head would clear
And I'd stay safe

The pieces left
that love exchanged
just saved everything

Oh, and everybody knows this is the part
Of breaking down in anybody's arms
I'm reaching down and hoping this one's ours
God, please let this stay

And then I fell into pieces
And she fell into me
Saying, play me a song
It's been too long since I've heard
You sing

And then I fell into pieces
And she fell into me
Saying play me a song it's been too long
Since I've heard you sing

And yeah we all fall to pieces
But at least you fell to me
And this is the wrong night
Tell me goodnight and let it go, oh

"Very good, Miss Williams. I don't think I have met anyone with this amount of talent in a long time. Sing another?"

"Fine. And I'm not really that good. I just had a lot of practice. I told you that my band almost made it big time. But this song is by Panic at the disco. Its called 'Camisado'. Ryan Ross wrote it before for the first album Its about about his dad.

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of your skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Sit back, sit back
Relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back
Ba ba ba dah
You can take the kid out the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Sit back, sit back
Relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back
Ba ba ba dah
You can take the kid out the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

"Very good again. Well Class you can do what ever you want for the rest of the hour."

I rushed back to my seat. I looked over at Paul. He was staring at me intensely with this gigantic grin on his face. It brought a smile to my own mouth. But then a bunch of kids ran over and asked me to come sit with them. Paul's smile faded from his lips.

"Sorry guys. I kind of want to talk to Paul." I saw Paul smile return. I was just happy at the thought that I could make him happy.

"Well what about at lunch then?" The smile as gone again. I didn't want to sit by them. I don't think Paul did either.

"Sorry guys." He smiled. "I already have plans." I turned to look at him. The smile was gone. I turned back to the kids. They were also gone.

"So. Who do you have plans with?" Holy crap. He even has a sexy voice! No. I can't think like that.

"No one. I was hoping you might want to hang out." I gave him a lopsided smile. The look on his face was of pure happiness. He reminded me of a dog getting a treat. Ha-ha. He had a humongous smile on his face. It almost look like his face was about to burst.

"Yes! You should meet all of my friends. I'm sure they would love you." And with that he pulled me into a hug.

Maybe living in La Push wasn't going to be so bad after all.