Seth/kim
Seth/kim
The green of la push was always a welcoming sight to the newcomer of the area, the alien kid, the foreign student here to forget her past. The one that no-one dared talk to in case she started crying over something unknown to anyone but herself and the man she claimed was her father, though there naught alike in the slightest. Her pale blonde hair merged with her white skin and bright shining blue eyes. Her voice a mere whisper to anyone now even if they all knew from music class that when she wanted to be loud her voice could echo through the whole school due to her obsession with singing and getting her feeling out in such a way. She always ended up crying after one song though, throughout her whole performance she would be confident and smile in a way known only to well trained and practised singers but once the piano stopped playing tears would always fall from her eyes and she would leave class to stay in the girls bathroom until the end of the period.
Her name is Gennifer even if most students call her Scottie. She's a girl from Scotland – clever name eh? – and moved here recently with a man everyone knows at Paul. He's a mechanic and everyone knew him as he came to work in billy blacks shop to repair cars for the community of La push only months ago. His daughter came to school and started in the same year as some of the well known quillete boys in her sophmore year and studied only three things. Music singing, french and english literature. Her three things that she accepted to be studying in a new place and of the teachers she said where trustworthy. In other worse they where family friends and her father told her if she didn't join their class and stop sulking around the house alone all day she must go to school and at least try to make herself known into the school population.
She did that well enough, only to be shunned when someone asked the one question they have learned to avoid.
"Where is your mum?"
Apparently something back in scotland made her mum not come with them and whatever it is has made the small girl depressed and a constant wallower in self pity and hurt.
That was, until the day she had to perform in front of the school for her final music exam. You could tell she was nervous, biting her nails anxiously in the sidelines as the final few flurry of notes where played by the before student on his guitar. The start of music class, James Patterson, a new yorker none the less. But once he was off and she was called forward, the look of panic vanished and this mask of confidence took over her whole demenor. The school was in shock to see her so well rounded in her light blue shirt nipped in at the waist and dark faded skinny jeans and heels hidden under the ends of them. Her hair was tied up into a pony tail and her smile beamed out into the crowed, an audable gasp forming while people started muttering furiously under their breaths to one another. Surprised by the total change in form that everyone knew from days and days of observation.
That was also when Seth Clearwater saw her for the very first time.
He Had come back from a couple of weeks 'illness absence' and was sitting at the back with his friends Jacob, Jared, Embry and Quill. All five of them of the quillette tribe and all five where in fact werewolves. All of them where indeed shocked by the girl as she opened her mouth and let forth what could only be heard in Seths mind as an angel sending good wishes to the world with all her heart and soul. She was beautiful in his eyes, she was perfection, her eyes, her hair, her voice, her body, her person. Everything was everything the young student had always longed and dreamed for in someone to be met.
She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back;
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;
oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;
Bearing the burdon of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born;
Why was his angel sad? Such a sad song filled with emotion and need that it was almost painful to see in her eyes the reflected sadness which the words mimicked. Seth promised to himself that he would make her forever happy, make her proud of herself as she so seemed to be on stage. But still, how could she put forth such emotions in simple words.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights;
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When morning comes it will be too late.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
Was she crying? Her eyes where getting more and more sparkling by the second and her chest rose and fell in a different way than at the start of her performance. But it was obvious to everyone what she was holding back. Her music teacher looked more proud than words could say, this was obviously the song which made her rbeak down into tears and hide from the world. The song he knew was coming to an end soon and he had to get to her before she ran and hid from sight again, the thought of her being away from him tugged uncomfortably at his chest and he rose immediately.
"Seth? Hey whats up dude?" Jacob asked with a confused expression, Embry Quill and Jared following suit, although the latter looked like he understood the expression on his face, like he could tell what was going on in his head.
"He'll be alright, wont you Seth. Off you go." He said with a small wave of his hand and a nod, hopefully thought Seth, ready to explain his situation to everyone else.
A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face;
Her name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart that the world forgot.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
Visable tears where now falling down her face as she finished her piece and took a small second to ready herself before nidding her head and dropping her shoulders, almost running off stage with a hand raised to her eyes to hide the tears that where burning her cheek. No, he couldn't miss her, he refused to let her cry while he could help it. He had to see her.