Twilight's Kindergarten
Twilight's Kindergarten
Chapter 1: Introduction
TPO (Third Person Omniscient):
Rain gently drops from the slightly overcast sky, while students begin to trickle towards the grounds accompanied by umbrellas and anxious faces. The first to
approach the heavy double doors was a Father treading carefully clinging tightly to his daughter's tiny hand. She beamed up at him through the thin veil of water
now coating her face, and grasped her lunch tin in her hand that was not holding her father's, swinging it joyfully in tune with her skipping. Her father was now
regretting watching the sports channel in place of the weather station this morning, for he had neglected to pack his navy police umbrella in his cruiser. Instantly his
thoughts were drawn from his worrying to panic as he noticed the small girl's hand was no longer wrapped around his own. She was sprawled upon the ground a
step behind where he now stood with blood dripping from her left knee and tears welling in her beautiful brown eyes. Her lunch box had fallen to the ground and
was currently open revealing a clumsily prepared peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which had been a result of her refusing help in fear that it might stifle her
independence, and an ajar thermos spilling it's purple contents onto the soaked sidewalk.
"Bella honey are you okay?" the father frantically spoke as he hurried to his injured daughter's side.
"I'm fine daddy." she replied, "It's only a slight abrasion!"
Charlie, her father, laughed silently to himself at this statement; for Bella had been hurt so frequently that she memorized almost every ailment possible. Of course,
her impeccable vocabulary was also partly due to her being an avid reader, having already read books that were perhaps more suitable for fourth graders while she
was but six.
Right as Charlie was preparing to pull his daughter up from the soggy concrete, another hand secured itself around hers and softly brought her fragile frame to it's feet.
"Hello, my name's Edward. Are you alright?" said a calm voice with just a hint of sincere concern.
"Oh, I'm fine. My name's Bella. Actually it's Isabella, but you can just call me Bella. It's sort of my nickname, I mean I'd really rather you call me Bella, but if you prefer, you could call me Isabella, I suppose." Bella spoke in a flustered tone which steadily silenced to a whisper as she grew more and more embarrassed.
"Nice to meet you Bella", Edward said, easing her discomfort.
His auburn hair lay plastered tightly against his face as the rain continued to drench the scene, his hand still fastened to hers. After this, the two children simply
stood staring into each other's eyes, speechless. Both of them watched the face opposite them contemplating questions concerning the other and feeling generally
appeased; Bella gazing into Edward's green eyes, and him into her deep brown ones.
"Bells, we'd better get inside, you're getting drenched." Charlie stated abruptly breaking the silence, in which he was the only uncomfortable participant.
"Hello Captain Swan, I see you've already met my son." Edward's father said smoothly as he strolled towards Edward.
"Hey there Dr. Carlisle, I didn't know you have a kid." Charlie said in a genuinely surprised tone.
"Well, I only just adopted him a week ago", replied Carlisle, "His parents were in a car accident, when the ambulance got them to me, it was just too late. I simply couldn't allow him to go to foster care." he added in a quiet whisper meant only for Charlie's ears. Somehow, Edward picked up on this exchange though, and a sullen look cascaded down his face. Charlie noticed Edward's now depressed mood, and shot Carlisle an apologetic look. Edward's father responded with an expression that showed forgiveness, which thinly veiled a stronger emotion that conveyed worry for his son.
"Edward, would you like to walk with me to the classroom?" Bella offered promptly disliking the silence that seemed to cause him such pain.
"Sure Bella." He replied, relieved not exclusively at the distraction, as he gathered the contents of her lunch box only to carry it himself.
Bella didn't wait to see her father's nod of approval as she blithely grabbed hold of Edward's pale hand that nearly matched her own and commenced skipping
toward the now thickly obscured entrance.