A/N: So I decided to rewrite my first story and change the storyline. I am really determined to finish this story and your feedback will help. So please review!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight, only a few characters in this story.
Chapter 1I tried halting my heavy breathing and slowing my already fast beating heart as I sat in my small twin bed with my blue bedspread and my soft sheets. I looked around the dark room and relaxed once I recognized it to be my own. I looked to the left were my nightstand stood and the clock read four in the morning.
I heard the steady breathing of my roommate, Tyler. Who was apparently out cold if she slept through the noises I made when I first woke. I occasionally had these really scary dreams, dreams that seemed so vivid and real. But now they just seem to be getting worse.
I reached for my iPod that was sitting on my nightstand and searched for the song my father always played for me on his piano. He had put all his songs on my iPod for me to enjoy whenever I wanted since I was not home as often as I would like. When I reached the song, I put my earphones in and let the soft melody fill my ears as I laid my head back down on my pillow. The music soothed me back to sleep and helped give me peaceful dreams.
"Ren", I felt someone softly shaking me, "Wakey wakey, Ren." I rolled over and blinked my eyes a couple of times, hoping it would help me wake up. "Come on Ren, we're going to be late." Tyler said while standing up from the edge of my bed.
"What time is it?" I asked, my voice sounding raspy. I cleared my throat.
"It's…seven-thirty." She said while looking at the silver watch that was latched onto her left wrist.
"SEVEN-THIRTY?!" I shrieked as I shot out of bed so fast that I'm sure if I was fully human would have given me whip flash.
"Yep." She said casually
"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked while quickly going to my closet to pull out one of my school uniforms that were neatly hung up. I yanked it off the hanger and started stripping off my nightclothes.
She shrugged, "I tried twice but you didn't budge, you were mumbling something in your sleep."
"What?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"I don't know, you were mumbling it. I couldn't understand." She said fixing her skirt and sitting back down on my bed.
I pulled on my uniform quickly and rushed to the small bathroom we both shared and started brushing my hair. I pushed a black headband into my hair and fixed my tie so it was on straight. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I went back into the bedroom and slung my bag over my shoulder. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Well at least one of us is, the only good thing about today is that it's the last day of the semester," she said while grabbing her bag. We both walked out of the room, locking the door behind us.
"Oh come on, school isn't that bad."
She gave me a look that one would give someone who was talking gibberish. "Are you sure you're okay? I mean, you didn't hit your head last night or something did you?"
I just gave her a glare, "No, maybe I can just appreciate being in the education environment because I've been home schooled all my life."
"Well I haven't been so lucky. I've had to attend the prison they call school for thirteen years now and I've never had a day that was 'not that bad'." She stated quoting me.
"I'm sure you have, you're just being overdramatic."
"Oh yeah, try me."
"Okay, what about in kindergarten?"
"Ugh, school was worse then than it is now. Don't remind me."
I just shook my head and rolled my eyes as we came up to our first period door. Everyone was still filing in, Tyler and I spotted our seats in the back and went to take them.
"I hope Ms. Witch doesn't make us do anything today- what am I saying? We're talking about the lady who assigned us a twenty-page essay over Christmas break because she didn't want our brains to rot. Well I tell you what, its my brain and I'll rot it if I want." She stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, good one Tye." I said rolling my eyes.
The remaining students all scrambled into class just before the bell rang. Ms. Fitch was the last one in and shut the door behind her. "Good morning class." She said as everyone quieted down and turned to the front to pay attention to what she had to say.
"Good morning Ms. Fitch." Everyone said in unison.
"As you all know this is the last day of class for the semester. And as unlikely as it might seem, I'm going to miss you hooligans. I hope you can say the same." She said sticking her nose in the air and raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, Ms. Fitch." Everyone said in unison again.
'Sure you will' she muttered under her breath. "So I've decided not to torture you any longer, and create less work for me by letting you have this period to yourselves."
Tyler gasped audibly and slumped in her desk while grabbing her chest, "I think I'm going into cardiac arrest." The people sitting next to us started giggling causing Ms. Fitch to snap her eyes in our direction.
"Are you having trouble with your posture Ms. James, because I think a half hour in the corner could help you with that." Ms. Fitch's form of punishment was old school, if we ever did anything to disrupt class she would make us go to the front of the class and stand in the corner with our noses touching the wall. It was embarrassing and humiliating, but that never stopped Tyler.
Tyler sat back up in her desk, "No, Ms. Wit- Fitch." This made everyone start to giggle again.
Ms. Fitch was visibly fuming; you could practically see the steam coming off her round face that was now red with anger. Her beady eyes squinted sending daggers, and her nose was scrunched up, "Corner!" she pointed to the corner to the left of her.
Tyler was trying to hide the giggles she was producing by keeping her head down, which wasn't working well. She walked over to the corner and stood with her nose against it. "And since you all think Ms. James is so funny. You can all spend the rest of the time writing a thousand-word essay on why class disruptions are not tolerated." The class groaned in unison and pulled out paper to begin writing. I just shook my head; leave it to Tyler to piss off the teacher on the last day of school.