Walking through the doors, I was hit once more by the overwhelming smell of Axe. It was horrendous. They can sit there and say it isn't allowed as much as they want but it obviously wasn't doing any good. I sighed loudly. Spring Break was over and what did I have to show for it? Nothing, Zip, diddly squat. The best I had done was getting my Art homework done.
I had heard some new students were joining our class. They were older 17 or 18, but had ended up in our class. It was something about them being too good at French to join the basic French program at the high school and yet not good enough at it for the immersion class. So they naturally went and lumped them with us.
I walked through the hallways, noticing the differences in everyone. Zoë looked tanned and Nicole had a new haircut.
"Nikkita!" I turned around at the call of my name. Behind was Emerson with a huge grin on her face. She had been one of my best friends since Kindergarten. Her short light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail brining even more attention to her blue eyes that were full of excitement.
"Hey, Emerson! What have you been doing?" I asked her.
"The norm, babysitting and dancing 24/7. Yeesh, does your hair get darker in the sunlight?" She asked. It was true; my hair had once been a dirty blonde but with every summer got darker and darker. I was okay with it though. It looked pretty next to my super pale skin.
"Practically, are you excited about the new kids?"
"Let me get this straight. You're terrified of rabid grade sevens and yet when a bunch of really old kids come you're all, yeah!"
"Pretty much!" I answered before laughing.
"Hey!" Said two voices behind us. We turned around and faced Brianna and Cat. Brianna was tanned although still had her pretty curly (although slightly crazy) hair. Cat on the other hand looked like she had gotten even tougher.
"Does anyone know what class we have now?" Asked Cat. We had just gotten to our lockers and she was staring in puzzlement at the schedule.
"Math class" I answered. "Or is it gym?"
"No idea. Ask?" Emerson replied. We all nodded. Cat closed and locked her locker as we headed off to our class. Thankfully we had our lockers right next to the class so it was maybe two paces and we were there. I walked into the classroom followed by my friends.
All the walls in the classroom were painted a light green. At the beginning of the year I had hated it. But, now I was starting to enjoy it. The desks were all in lines like normal. Although all the dictionaries neatly put away was an uncommon sight.
"Oh my, gosh!" I heard Emma breathe. Standing in front of us was the cutest guy I had ever seen before in my entire life. He had amazing brown/blonde hair and piercing butterscotch eyes. At second glance I noticed their extreme pale skin. Every one of the older kids had it and me... Calm down and breathe I thought to myself. He's not that cute. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mme.
"Guys! Get a grip! Madame is right there, let's go ask." I stage whispered. Thankfully they followed me to her desk while I asked her what subject was next. It turned out to be Math. As we headed out the door t our lockers I stole a peek at the new kids. They were all talking to each other in low voices. I strained my ears to hear what they were saying. I had weird hearing for a human; I coudn't hear high pitches or anything but I could hear from further away.
"It's not a good idea!"
"But my vision!"
"Someone will recognize us."
"We'll have to risk it. You heard Carlisle."
"Suddenly they stopped talking. I could feel their eyes drilling into my back. I turned around to face them. "Hi, my name is Nikkita."
"My name is Edward." One of them answered.