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Come wander with me

I cannot believe I'm walking down this road again. I looked up to the blackened sky, and a shiver ran down my spine. I continued walking till I found the old house, of which I spent most of my teenage years. I absent-mindedly ran my hand along the thick scar on my stomach. As I continued to stare at the house, I saw a flash of someone, or something, at the window. When I concentrated on the window, there was nothing. I shook my head, my imagination, I thought to myself, just your over reactive imagination.

I turned around, and began to walk home, when I heard a loud bang. I span around to find him standing at the door, a gun in hand. I looked down to see blood seeping out of my stomach and onto my pristine, white t-shirt. I looked up at him, completely shocked. And there it was as always, that smile, that used to send butterflies through my stomach, now makes me grimace. I staggered backwards, clutching at my stomach. Everything began to go dark, darker than before. His laugh echoed through my ears, bouncing along the walls of my mind. The last thing I felt was cold beneath my back, until it all went black. The enternal nothing.

Chapter 1

I awoke to a chilling breeze rushing through my room, I pulled the covers up over my head and groaned. I knew I should be getting up, but 5 minutes could'nt really hurt, could it? I kept my eyes closed, and drifted back off to sleep.

"Bella! Get out of bed! You're going to be bloody late!" grrr, why does he have to be up so damn early.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to squeeze them shut again, the light in this room was blinding. Just then I realised dad had turned the lights on as he banged on my door. I sat up, rubbing at my eyes, and slowly opening them to test them against the strong lights. As I realised I could open them now, I swang my legs out of the bed, and layed the covers neatly ontop. I ran into the bathroom at another call from dad, telling me to hurry up and get my arse downstairs or I wouldn't be getting a lift to school. I didn't have time to shower, and my hair was clean and so was I so I saw no point. I ran a brush through my matted locks, and brushed my teeth. Within five minutes I was ready and waiting for him to finish his breakfast.

"Come on dad, or I won't give you a lift to work." My voice leaking with sarcasm.

He looked up at me, ready to flip when he checked his watch. He jumped out of his seat, spoon still in his mouth and ran to get his coat and keys. I watched him from the open doorway.

"Where the bloody hell are my keys?!" He shouted.

I cleard my throat, until he looked at me. The keys were dangling from my finger, an arrogant smile on my face. He smiled tightly before grabbing them and running to the car, me following slowly. I climbed into the car, yawning loudly. This earned me dad's famous "don't make any noise, I'm hungover" look. I instantly shut my mouth, you wouldn't like my dad when he's hungover. The ride to school was quick and silent, with dad's crazy driving. I ran out the car, and as soon as the door was shut, he was speeding down the road to work. I sighed, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walking towards form. I was instantly bombarded by Mike, my stalker.

"Hey Bella!" He said, slinging his arm over my shoulder, "how was your weekend?"

I wriggled out of his grip, adding "great." Short and sweet. I practically ran from him to my seat. That was when Jacob walked in, looking his lovely sexy, bad boy self. He glared at everyone till he spotted me waiting in the seat next to his. His face instantly lit up as he almost skipped towards me. He sat down, slinging his arm around my shoulder, tenderly kissing my cheek. I glanced at Mike, who was glaring out way, and couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips.

"What's so funny, miss?" He asked, looking the way my eyes were a second ago.

I didn't have to answer, as he burst out laughing too. Jacob wasn't what everyone thought he was. He was seen as the bad boy, that never does his work, or what he's told, he smokes behind the school buildings, etc. But when it comes to me, he's tender, loving, caring, and everything a girl would ever wish for. But I loved his bad exterior, no one ever tried it on with him, or messed around with me. Oh, and did I mention, he's gorgous. Today, he was clad in dark jeans, boots, a black t-shirt and his normal, but sexy, leather jacket.

Whenever I'm around him, a smile is plastered to my face, no matter where we are, or what's happening. Oh my, I sound like I'm from a cheezy chic flick. But it's true.

Mr. Renolds walked in at that moment, clearing his throat to settle down the class.

"Mornin' kids." He said through a yawn, he obviously didn't get much sleep this weekend.

He began the register as me and Jacob began whispering along with half the class.

"Mike isn't gonna leave you be until I kick his arse is he?" He questioned, while glaring at his back.

"Don't hurt him Jake, please? He won't get far with me anyway." I added quickly, to make sure I didn't sound like I cared about Ric.

"Alright, for your sake." He smiled at me, making my stomach flip and my heart pound.

Just then, my best mate, Rosalie strolled casually into the classroom. She was never on time. She sat herself down next to me, messing up my hair in the process. I guess you could call that a morning ritual. I beamed up at her, and she rolled her eyes at mine and Jacob flaunting out relationship.

"You are so gonna become the third wheel when I get a man." She said through giggles.

"And when will you ever stick to one guy for more than a week?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

She feigned shock, covering her heart with her hand, her full lips forming a perfect O. She does this way too often now.

"Well, maybe soon. I hear there's a new boy in town. And I hear he has an amazing body." She whispered, winking at me.

I couldn't help but laugh at her blatant love for new boys. Every one that came along she went for, and got I might add. But she is too un-commited for a relationship.

"Well, another new boy. How many does this school need?" I didn't expect an answer, but I don't think Rosalie understands the concept of retorical questions.

"Not enough." She stated with a huff and a slump of her shoulders.

She tilted her head back, her long blond hair flowing behind her chair, as she slipped off into one of her stupid daydreams.

There was a knock on the door, as our head teacher poked his head in the door. He coughed, "Mr. Reynolds?"

"Yes, Mr. Carlson?" Mr. Reynolds lifted his head from his book.

Mr. Carlson stepped into the room, a, rather cute if I might say, boy in toe. "This is Edward, he's new and will be joining your class."

"Okay, welcome Edward, feel free to sit where you wish." He said, his head falling back to above his book. Mr. Carlson left the room, clearly satisfied with his doing.

Edward looked around nervously, before Lindsey waved him over next to her. He saw her and smiled, then his eyes drifted to mine, and his smile appeared to grow. Scott growled, "I better not have to sort this one out too." I laughed, his jealousy always got the best of him.

Edward walked to the seat next to Rose as she began talking animatedly at him. About two minutes after he sat down, the bell rang and we all sauntered off to our next classes. Me and Jakewalked hand in hand like normal, Rose with Edward on her arm. I smiled, hoping everything will stay this way for ever.

It's a slow start, I know :)
I'm new to this stuff.

gimme a break :D

But I will be adding more when I have time, and will get to the good stuff ;)

I've also made up lots of random stuff, so expect the unexpected. Completely differnent to what you'll expect in the long run :)