That was kind of the idea dad. I shuffled through my head for a minute, trying to find a reason to get out of bed. Nope, nothing.
"Kyler either you get up on your own terms, or this very conviently placed bucket of ice water placed in front of me can do it for you."
Ah, suddenly a reason. "Fine I'm up, I'm up you bitter old man" I loved my dad, there was no denying that, but at times at felt his sole purpose in life was to make mines a living hell. I know he means well--especially after the....No, I promised myself and my dad, that I wouldn't dwell on that. I wouldn't let it interfere with my new life, and my new town of Forks. Argh, what kind of place names itself after a utencil? Against my better judgement I dragged myself out of bed, and surprisingly made my way to the bathroom without passing out. I mechanically went through my morning routine, but I stopped to look at my face in the mirror. My solid brown eyes stared back at me. They matched with my tan skin and short jet black hair. My hand traced traced over my squared jaw as I wiped some dry saliva away, ugh! All in all, I'd say I looked like your average 17 year old at 7 in the morning. Not pretty. I've had better days. After I decided I was finished assesing myself I went back to my room and got dress. Grabbing my bag and keys off my bed I made my way down stairs.
"Ready for your first day kid?" Argh, it irked me when he called me kid. It made me feel well, like a kid!
"Yupp, ready as I'll never be."
"Aww, come on don't be like that. I know your tired of this son,and so am I. But you know, as well as I do, that this is for the best."
If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that, well I'd only have a dollar, but still I just didn't see the point. What was the point of having an education when you were...what I was. When your future was as set in stone as mine was. Keeping up with human Facade was a full time job, and it didn't even pay! I just don't, and probably never will see the reason for my existence. If it were up to me I would have died on that life-changing night, but no fate decided to go on vacation that day and let me live! It should have been me instead of my...
"Earth to kyler!" My dad yelled, waving his hands in front of my face, dragging me out of my eternal conflict.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry. School, uh yeah. I'm pumped, WOO!"
"Ha ha, let's try and bottle that enthusiasm at least for the first day."
"No promises, well I'm off to pris- uh I mean school."
As I reached for the door he said with his back turned and head down "I know you hate this, but thank you kid." Ugh, this is why I kept on living. For him. He doesn't have anyone else. He was always there for me, even though I never knew why. And I would always be there for him. Walking out the door and without looking back I said "welcome."
I stepped out of my house and I felt the first drops hit my head. Rain in Forks, Washington-impossible! Ohh, how I despised the rain. I rushed into the dryness of my old and crappy 78' Malibu and started the ignition. To my surpise it started. I pulled out of my driveway and headed towards my new damnation. I instinctively reached out to turn on the radio when I suddenly remember it busted a couple days before we got here. Great now I had time to...think. And that's exactly what I did, I thought. I thought of how I hoped this time was different. Maybe I could settle down here. Aside from the rain, Forks wasn't so bad, and maybe I could even enroll in a community college or something. That would definitely please my dad. But who was I kidding. I would wind up messing things up like I always did, and we would end up moving again anyway. Why didn't my dad see things the way I did? I was an abomination to the world and I didn't deserve to live in it. I caused him pain, and I saw that everytime he saw me for what I truly was, and not for the simple fact that I was utterly and undeniably frieghtning, but because I was a constant reminder of what he lost that night. What was I doing? I was breaking my promise to him. My sudden realization was put aside by another. I was here. Forks High School. Joy.
Being the new kid was never fun. And having to do it four times over it kind of gets annoying and tedious. My first three classes were as to be expected. Everyone all to eager to help. It was almost as if these people saw something new and interesting almost as much as they saw the sun. Next was gym. Finally, something I both enjoyed and excelled in. As much as I hated to admit it ever since the...incident I've developed somewhat heightned senses. I run faster, see further, hear clear, and even smell stronger than most humans, but it's nowhere compared to what I can do when I...SHUT UP! Stop thinking about it. I arrived at the gym hall and changed, ready for whatever activity we were doing today. Of course, that was until I saw...her.
The first thing I noticed about her was that hair. She had the most perfect bronze curls I've ever seen. Ringlets that fell past her waist, and even though her hair was so unbelievably curly I was almost certain there was not one Knot. Next were her eyes. If I stared long enough into her chocolate browns I felt like I could almost see into her soul. Then there was her unusual pale skin. It was probably my heightend vision playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn her skin had a slight glow. This took all but a second to analyze. How could anything be so, so perfect. She walked across the room with a grace that was unmatched almost as if she were walking on air. Laughing a laugh that stopped my heart. My eyes unwillingly betrayed me and forced me to notice the two girls by her side struggling to keep up with her perfect pace. They might have been beautiful, but I couldn't tell with her next to them. Then for only an instant her eyes connected with mine, in that moment I could feel the earth leave my feet. It was as if I spent an eternity without knowing what gravity felt like. Silenced engulfed me and all I could hear was her. I could hear her irregular heart beat, and her laugh. Just then something broke my silence.
"WATCH OUT!" As much as it pained me to look away I did. I turned to where the noise came from, and exactly at that moment I saw a football come speeding towards my face. Damn.
"Hey, are you ok?" That voice. I must have died, 'cause only an angel could posess such a voice. But could a football to the face actually kill someone? Doubt it. This wasn't so bad, I mean hey I've been wanting to die, right? Plus, I got to hear that voice. Just then though I thought of my dad. I couldn't leave him like this.
"Who, wha...?" I said coming back to life, but feeling sad at the same time for leaving behind the voice.
"I'm Renesmee, and you are?" She said extending a hand.
"Honestly, embarassed." I extended my hand and she pulled me up, surprisingly, with ease. Her skin was very wierd, both soft but hard at the same time. I liked it.
"Well, It's nice to meet you honestly embarassed." She laughed again.
Oh, that laugh.