Okay, this is my first fan fiction, so please, be nice.
Oh, and I'm doing this on my iPad, so, sorry for any autocorrect feels you may encounter. Begining off of new moon, where Edward leaves Bella.
(Ryver: river)
He, he left me...
I curled up, in the fetal position, and dropped to my side.
How...
Why...
I stumble home, seeing but not looking, hearing but not listening, and touching, but not feeling a thing.
Time passes, it may have been days, months, maybe even minutes afterwards. But it passes, it must, even for me.
I'm getting up for school, I look out my window, and I see that Charie is already gone. Good. I won't have to act happy for him.
I walk downstairs. Debate wether or not to eat breakfast today, ever since he left, I've gotten into bad eating habits when my dad isn't around. It's not like I'm anorexic or anything, I'm just, never hungry. I mean, what's the point?
I drag myself outside, and start up my truck. I turn on music, letting it blast out my thoughts, and let the ride to school go as quickly as it can, I yawn, I should have gotten more sleep, tell myself. I will go to bed early tonight.
I turn in to the parking lot, and there is a new car, where I usually park. Well, or should I say, 2 new bikes.
One of them, looks old, but still in amazing shape. It is beige, and brown, with leather fringe. The other one is a red O.C.C, nothing special.
Who would be stupid enought to ride a bike out here? You'd have to be looking for one major adrenaline rush.
I shook my head, and parked a few spots away from my usual one. I drew my hood, and braced myself for the cold that always sits around Forks. Right now, not only was it cold, but also a little foggy, and as always, dark.
There is a buzz about the school, for once, not everyone has their eyes on me. They are whispering to each other, looking over their shoulders, and giggling at each other.
I just rolled my eyes, and continue, that is, untill Mike comes up to me.
"Hey there Bella!" He smiles, a cute, boyish grin.
"Hi." I mumble back.
"Did you hear! There are two new people here! I think they're cousins or something, one of them, is a native Canadian, or something, that's what everyone is saying."
He blabbers on, and on, and on, about them, long story short, there is this one black headed, emo, pale guy, and a new Indian at this school. The boy's name is Miles, the girl's Ryver.
I smiled, and nodded, as if I really cared. It would have been big news here, where the sun never shines. A native Canadian girl, with the name of Ryver. Pretty name, I thought to myself. Very unique.
I walked to my locker, turned the dial, and got out my first period books.
"Bella Swan, please come down to the office, Bella Swan, to the office, thank you." the P.A. system called me.
I grab my bag, and make my way to the office, out side, and to the building. I open the door, and there they are.
The girl, Ryver, my height, maybe an inch or so taller, turned to me first. Her amber eyes stared into mine. She was a beautiful tan girl, with long, braided hair, parted in the middle. She was wearing a long, dark green skirt, and a dark brown shirt. She had a small, hide back pack, hanging far down her back. She was wearing what looked like home made shoes.
She smiled, showing her teeth.
Then the boy, Miles.
He was also beautiful, and I knew he was one of them.
He had long, black, hair, that swept over his face. He was wearing dark black skinny jeans, and a bright green sweater.
He turned to me, and I saw percing red eyes. They where the eyes of a vampire that hunted humans, the eyes of a true killer. The lady was talking. But I couldn't listen, I was too worried for the people of this town. The women said something about showing them around, I nodded, and left the building, they trailed behind me.
We got outside, and I turned around.
"Why are your eyes red?" I asked.
Miles stayed quiet, just looking at me, puzzled.
"None of your business!" Ryver said to me.
I rolled my eyes, not really caring about them. I looked at the times table the secretarial gave me, and noticed that Ryver and I have every class together.
"We have every class together, buy you, Miles, you have all art. All of your classes is in the art building, which is that one." I said, pointing to the art building. He nodded, and walked off in the direction of the building.
Ryver turns to me, smiles, and says. "You're Bella? Right?"
"Yes, who's asking?" I say back.
"This old, old friend of mine. You know her, she's tall, blonde, pretty. Rosalie?"
"She doesn't like me." I mumble.
"Ahaw, that doesn't matter."
I look at her, she used a weird word, Ahaw.
Ryver rolled her eyes, "It means okay."
The first bell rung, and I began to walk back to our first class. Neither one of us said anything.
Math passed, and so did all of my other pointless classes. Ryver and I began to talk more and more. By the end of the day, you can say, we are almost friends.
"Giga-waabamin waabang." Ryver smiled.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I will see you tomorrow."
"Why not say goodbye?"
"There are no good byes in Ojibway."
I walked away, thinking of Ryvers pretty eyes.
Wait, what?