Lights. That's all I could see. They surrounded me, making me feel claustrophobic. I couldn't get out, no matter how hard I pushed against it. My eyes were watering from how bright it was. I blinked once, then it was gone.
Now instead of blinding light, forest surrounded me. I was wearing a lace white dress - the same one I had worn to my sister's wedding. I took one step in the dirt, feeling my toes sink into the ground below me. A loud, consistent shrieking noise started. I cried out as it startled me, pressing my hands down over my ears to try and block it out.
"They're dead."
I stopped breathing as soon as the shrieking ended.
"They're dead." A sob escaped my lips as I fell to my knees on the forest floor. I pressed my hands as hard as I could against my ears, making my head hurt. The words bounced around the corners of my brain, echoing. It made the quiet woods seem like the loudest place on earth.
"Flight DL712 has crashed in the middle of Lake Michigan. There were no survivors."
"They're dead."
Why did it keep repeating? I couldn't escape it. It was like it had an iron grip around me, not letting me go unless I found the key. The shrieking noise started again, and I screamed so loud my throat went sore. It turned into beeping soon after as the light surrounded me again…
I gulped a breath of air, sitting straight up. The fly aways from my ponytail I had put my hair in the night before were stuck to my forehead from the thin layer of sweat coating it. I reached over on my nightstand and slammed my hand down on my alarm clock before grabbing my cup of water, taking huge gulps until I downed it.
I groaned and flopped back on my pillow. It was already 7:30; I had a half an hour to get to school. I rolled over on my side to look out my window. It was a cloudy day, which was nothing new in La Push, according to my Aunt Clara.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed, standing and stretching. I walked into the bathroom that was, thankfully, connected to my room. I stood at the sink, looking at my reflection. My tank top a bit too lose on me, and I was too lazy to ever wear pants to bed. It's not like had any need to go out of my room in the middle of the night, anyways.
I reached down while turning the sink on and splashed water on my face to wake myself up. I still felt half asleep, but I had to be at school soon. It was my first day at La Push High School. Yay, me.
I went back into my room, digging around in one of the boxes that read "clothes" on the side. I opened the flaps of the box and just pulled out the first thing that looked semi decent; a hoodie and skinny jeans. It'll probably be cold and raining, based on what I already know about La Push.
I quickly get dressed, re doing my long, light brown hair in a ponytail, before heading downstairs and putting toast in the toaster. I hear Aunt Clara stomp down the stairs and turn around to face her. She fiddles with something in her purse. "I'm sorry to head out on you so early, honey. My work schedule has been really tight lately. I really wanted to drive you to school." She tells me, frowning as she grabs her keys out of her bag.
I smile reassuringly at her, shrugging my shoulders. "It's honestly no big deal, Aunt Clara. I actually kind of wanted to drive to school on my own, you know. Enjoy my last few moments of silence before I enter the exciting and scary world that it is the first day of high school as the new kid."
She chuckles before giving me a quick hug. "If I'm not back for dinner tonight, which is pretty likely considering it takes a while to get here from Port Angeles, there's some leftover fish in the freezer."
I nod. "Gotcha. Have a good day at work!" I tell her as she opens the front door to leave.
"You, too, sweetie! See you!" And with those last words, she closes the door behind her. I lean against the counter, really taking in the whole house for the first time since I've moved here. The kitchen is a decent size with a nice marble island in the middle. It leads straight to the living room with a couch and two chairs, then in between is the stairs. It's a really nice house for such a small area.
I jump when the toast pops out of the toaster, putting my hand over my heart as it beats out of my chest. I lightly laugh at myself before taking the toast and putting it on a plate.
By the time I'm finished eating, it's 7:43. I place the plate in the sink then grab my car keys and backpack off of the counter. As soon as I step outside, the clouds open up as rain starts to fall. I groan before yanking my hood up over my head and running to my beat up Volvo.
I slam the door shut as soon as I get inside and sigh, throwing my backpack into the passenger seat. I rest my forehead on the steering wheel for a second, gathering myself, before I start the car up. It roars to life, literally roars, and I pull out of the driveway slowly.
It doesn't take long for me to get to school. It's not very big for a high school, although, this isn't a very big town. I pull up into one of the closer parking spots in the lot, which is thankfully not that full with cars. I just want to get my schedule and go to first period without a ton of staring.
I hastily exit my car and run up to the front doors of the school, with it still raining. I grab the handle and swing the door open, stepping into the small space of the office. I step up to the front desk, which is almost right in front of me. I look around the corner to see if anyone's there when a tall, plump lady pops up from under it.
My eyes widen as she smiles brightly. "Sorry, deary. Dropped my pen. What can I do for you?" I hold back a laugh as I smile back.
"I'm new today. Juliet Adams." I reply. Her mouth forms into an "o" shape.
"I have your schedule right here!" She moves a ton of papers out of the way, then pulls out a file with my name on it. She opens it and takes out my schedule, along with a map, before handing it to me. "There you go, sweetie! Enjoy your first day!" She waves at me cheerfully as I exit the office. I wish I was as cheerful as her at 8 AM.
I look down at my locker number on the paper before trying to make my way to find it. Luckily, it's a small school with only one building and one level. It shouldn't be that hard to find.
3 minutes later, I walk up to my locker number. Another girl with dark hair and tan skin is at the one next to mine, and she curiously glances over at me as I do the combination.
"I'm sorry," she says as I open my locker, "I'm not trying to get into your business or anything, but are you new here?"
"Yeah. I'm Juliet." I say with a smile.
She raises her eyebrows, also smiling. "That's such a pretty name. I'm Kim. And I guess we're locker buddies now." I grin at her again before pulling out a binder, notebook, and pencil out of my backpack. I shut the locker door and look down at my schedule. My first class is PE. Great.
"What's your schedule?" Kim asks. I show her my list of classes and her smile only widens. "Hey, we have gym, geometry, lunch, and physics together. Do you wanna walk to class together?"
I nod vigorously. "Yes, please. I'm afraid I'm going to get lost." I reply.
We make our way quickly to gym class. I hand my teacher the little slip of paper she has to sign before she makes me change out of my clothes. It's dodgeball day.
As soon as I'm out of my clothes, I spot Kim. She waves me over with a grin, and I go to stand by her side. The game starts soon after, and I'm glad that I have a friend already with me. Maybe this day won't be so bad, after all.
Halfway through the game, as I'm picking up a ball, Kim comes to my side and asks, "So, why did you move to La Push with only a third of the school year left?" I launch the ball at someone as she asks the question.
I rack my brain quickly, trying to find something to say. I settle with, "A lot of reasons. It's just… really complicated." I reply, my dream from the night before coming to the forefront of my brain. The game is over soon, and I'm grateful that Kim hasn't asked me any more questions on why I had to move.
We make our way to our next class, geometry. Math has always been a strong spot for me, so I'm not absolutely dreading this class. I'm glad that Kim is a naturally quiet person, because I definitely am. I'm not one of those chatterboxes who are overly excited about everything.
We get to geometry awfully fast. It's a pretty full classroom. It's the class with the long desks, where you usually have two to a table. There's only one more full open table in the back that I'm definitely going to have to sit at. I just hope no one else sits there currently. It'd be nice to have a whole desk to myself.
I walk up to the teacher's desk as Kim walks to hers with one last "good luck." The teacher, Mr. Hemmings, signs my slip of paper then points me to the empty table in the back. I sit down patiently and get my notebook ready to write in. One of the perks about this is that no one can stare at the freaky new kid without being blatantly obvious.
I start filling up one of my pencils with lead when I hear another kid walk in. "Mr. Black, you're sharing a desk with the new student, Ms. Juliet Adams." Damn it.
I lift my head to "Mr. Black" a smile. Maybe this could be an opportunity to make a new friend. When I look up, my eyes widen on their own accords. He's… gorgeous. And tall. A blush covers my cheeks as I realize how much I've been staring at his body.
He's almost reached the desk when I look up into his eyes. He immediately stops walking as his gaze catches mine and it's literally like a scene from a movie. His beautiful brown eyes are captivating, and my blushing only gets worse. I tear my eyes from his finally and look down at my paper, slowly writing the date on the top, just to give myself something to do.
"Jacob?" Mr. Hemmings asks. "Is everything alright?" I look back at Jacob, I guess, to realize that he still hasn't moved. He's still staring at me. What's wrong with this guy? Am I really that bad?
Before I know it, he drops to his knees in front of my desk with a complete dazed look on his face. The classmates around us start whispering and giggling. Jacob is still staring. What am I supposed to do?
I glance over at Kim to see that she's got an "oh shit" look on her face. What the heck is going on?
"Mr. Black, please get off of the floor. Class is starting soon." No response.
"Uhm," I try, "Jacob? What are you doing?" With my words, he finally snaps out of whatever trance he was in. He stands up quickly and looks around, but his eyes are wide and panicked. He sat at the seat next to mine quietly, placing his stuff down. This is already one hell of a first day. My cheeks are already burning with embarrassment and it's only 2nd period.
A/N: Hey, guys! I really hope you enjoyed that first little chapter! This starts right before the Cullens arrive back home in New Moon, so Bella and Edward are currently still in Italy. I reallyyyy hope you guys will like this story! I've been planning it for about a year now, and I've finally tied all of the loose ends together in my planning! PLEASE review, and let me know if you want to see more!
