Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the Twilight series or Stephenie Meyer's creations, I only own the characters that I created.
Hey! First fanfic... but not first story that i write :) I hope you like it... if so please R&R!! Enjoy!!
Escape to reality
I'm on my way to school… back to school. How boring will this semester be! And even worse now that my best friend Fannie moved to another country. This is going to be so monotonous. At least I can take my dad's car. I enjoy this part of the day. The beginning, when I'm driving to school because I can hear Paramore very loud all the way. It helps me wake up.
I wonder if there's going to be anything interesting today. I doubt it, but still, hope's the last thing that is lost… or so they say. Oh look! A silver Volvo! It's exactly like Edward Cullen's car! Well exactly as Stephenie Meyer described it in the book. Oh the twilight series… those books are incredible, my most valuable treasures, resting at home. I read them again this summer. The essence of Edward's character still lingers. I could almost feel him existing in the real world. That's the ultimate dream, isn't it?
"Gosh!! Get out of my way!!" Ok, time to stop thinking about twilight; I need to get alive to school.
First day. I was gonna have to say hello to people and stuff like that. I missed Fannie. Sigh. This is going to be a long day… a long semester. I was very distracted all day, hardly noticed the people around me. I only had "long" conversations with Adri, Joel, Diego, and Tania; which were my closest to best friends. They were very good friends, but they couldn't make me forget about Fannie.
"Alex, have you seen the new boy? The German guy?" Tania asked me on the free period.
"The blond one with the piercings? Yeah." I said.
"Isn't he hot? I've got to talk to him!" She shrieked.
"Yeah, he's ok, go talk to him." I replied.
"Not alone! Come with me!" she said grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out of my seat before I could protest.
"Hey! Do you speak English?" Tania asked the German guy. She was a hyperactive girl, smart when she wanted to, but usually got into trouble mainly because of her strong personality.
"Yes, some" the German guy replied with a thick accent, smiling.
After Tania flirted with him (and forced me to be there to witness it all) we ended up in the piano room. Apparently the German guy (named Tobi) knew how to play. He sounded good; he played a lot, and very well. He started playing "I giorni" a very sentimental song, full of emotions. I found myself crying silently for Fannie, wishing she could be here. Tania recorded Tobi playing the song with her cell phone and I could see she was enjoying it very much. I was sad that the song had to end; I begged Tobi to teach it to me, and he agreed.
I had never played piano before in my entire life, but I usually learn new stuff fast. It was difficult at first but I got the hang of it, and with a few more practices of my own I was sure I could play it nice enough.
The free period ended so we headed to Literature class. Today's classes were not really classes, the teachers just made us present ourselves (even though we already knew almost everybody) and we just checked how the course was going to be.
In this class I was alone, 'cause Adri, Joel, Tania, and Diego had it with another group, so I arrived early and sat in the group of tables at the very end of the classroom, waiting to be left alone or to see who would have to seat with me when there was no more room left.
All the groups of tables were full of people who knew each other and had agreed to sit together on this class; so as I had guessed I was left alone. I didn't mind, I preferred it this way, rather than to have to pretend that I enjoyed the company of anybody else but myself. I wasn't anti-social; I was just a very closed person; it was hard for me to trust someone.
The class began and I put on my iPod and turned on the volume so that I just heard Paramore and muffled sounds in the background.
I was submerged in my own mind, listening to the music when I suddenly saw by the corner of my eye someone sitting on my group of tables. That was odd; I thought everybody had their groups formed. I looked up to see who it was… and stopped breathing.
I was paralyzed, I couldn't find logic, I had to be dreaming… Edward Cullen!! Impossible! I gasped louder than I thought I would and everybody turned around to see me. I expected everyone to recognize him, I mean, I was positively sure that more than one girl on this classroom had read the Twilight series! But nobody was staring at Edward; they only stared at me with curious looks. I exhaled when I realized that my lungs were about to burst.
"Is something wrong, Alex?" Mr. Dávila asked. I couldn't find my voice, my thoughts were screaming in my head a million things that I couldn't understand, I couldn't concentrate!
Finally I managed to say "Yes, Mr. Dávila, I just remembered that I have to take a pill now; may I go?" I had to get out of there; I had to arrange all my thoughts.
"Yes, but hurry" he said as I stood. I was afraid to do it, but I directed my glance to Edward. He seemed indifferent to what had just happened, like his mind was somewhere else. I left almost running.
I was on the third floor, so I ran to the theater and locked myself on a dressing room.
"Edward Cullen!!" I yelled breathing hard. Ok, calm down, and think this through, Alex. First the facts: Edward Cullen is in this high school; nobody seems to recognize him; nobody seems to remember the Twilight series, except for me of course. Ok, now assumptions: Edward reads minds, but he didn't react to mine recognizing him, so that means he apparently can't read my mind, but he can read others because I recognize that far away look on his face, he was listening to everybody else's minds.
He's identical to the Edward of the book; does that mean that the other characters are here too? All of his family? I should have noticed by now… How distracted I've been! And, is Bella here too? I have to find all that out.
Ok, I must act normal; pretend I know nothing, at least until I find out everything about this bizarre thing that's happening. Ok, back to Literature; just breathe Alex, breathe.