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I know it's going to be a bad day when my shampoo tells me to get a life. Especially when I feel it's probably a reasonable proposition.
Well, that and the new town. The new school. Always rainy and cold and overcast. Mom thinks the town in just charming and that I'll adjust and think the town is just as cute as she does.
Nope. I will not see it. I like the sun. I like living around civilisation. Not a place with two high schools and the only decent shopping two hours drive away. That's not a town. That's just nothing in disguise.
And what kind of town is called Forks anyway.
Mom wanted a 'fresh start' for me. God, I hate it when she calls it that. It makes me sound like some kind of delinquent. The tattoo on my wrist winks at me as if to say, "You are a delinquent, stupid." Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Mom wasn't happy when she saw the tattoo. Oh no. Of course, the only defence I had was: "I was drunk. Hayden dared me to." And, unsurprisingly, Mom wasn't exactly happy about that either. Oh, and a tip, never get a tattoo while drunk. It bleeds. A LOT.
So, anyway, I was walking across the parking lot of the not-so-famous Forks High School when I saw the first event of my bad day. No, make that second. The actual high school was the first. The second was the startlingly good-looking couple being all touchy-feely and happy. Now, sure, I already had an issue with public displays of affection (PDA), and that was making me sick, but that wasn't what was making me suddenly want to run.
Mom, why not somewhere bright and sunny and not full of VAMPIRES? Why this stupid little town with all it's bitter coldness and lack of UV protection?
The boy/man of the couple turned his head to me, then whispered something to his girlfriend. I keep walking, just trying to ignore them. Pretend I don't know what they are and then… they'll kill me. Yeah, okay, good plan so far.
And then a voice. "Are you new here?" the man/child vampire asked me.
I couldn't even help it. "No. I've just never been here." If sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, then I'm the lowest of them all.
The man/child vampire, not letting go of his girlfriend, smiled at me. I didn't return it. "I'm Edward. This is my w… girlfriend, Bella." He pointed at the girl as if it weren't obvious.
"I couldn't tell."
"If you'd like, we could take you to the office," the girl offered. So you can kill me? Sure, why not? Let's take a bottle of anticoagulant and make a day of it.
The man/child vampire smiled, as if he'd heard what I'd thought, and nodded approvingly. "You know what an anticoagulant does?"
Oh great. A mind-reader. Seriously. I freaking hate those. "Google it. Give you some tips."
"You are aware that sarcasm isn't the only emotion you can display though speech," Bella said to me.
"Oh, well, I figured it would be the only emotion you'd understand." Did I have a death wish? I was insulting vampires. My mouth was going to kill me one day.
Then another couple came walking over, calling Edward and Bella's names. "Oh good. There are more of them."
