Hey there again. =] So, a few nights ago when I was being a really weird insomniac again, I came up with this little idea… and wrote it down. I'm not sure what this is going to turn into yet, but I'm hoping that it will be another successful project of mine… but, as for now, I hope you guys enjoy chapter one of my new fanfic idea here. =]
Carlisle Cullen
I let my backpack slide off my shoulder and hit the ground with a muted thump as I plopped down into my seat in the middle of my math classroom, three minutes early, as always. I was used to being the first one in class every day, as I never stopped to mingle in the hallways as most of the other students here did. It was only a few weeks ago that it changed; a new girl had transferred to out school. She didn't speak much; only if she were directly spoken to first would she open her mouth to talk. She didn't have any friends either; a little surprising, considering that most new kids had usually made at least one or two friends during the first few weeks at a new school. I'd wanted to go up to her several times, to talk to her, see if she would happen to befriend me, but something always kept me from it.
"Hey, Carlizzle! How goes it?"
Clark. He's what's kept me from it.
I sighed lightly, "How many times have I told you not to call me that? But... it goes good, I guess."
Clark was a rather nice kid... most of the time. He was considered the 'joker' of the little circle of friends we had here at Oakland High, the most likely to get us into some sort of mishap that would lead to some sort of punishment from any adult that happened to hear of our – or, rather, his – mischief.
"Whatever. Not my fault you've got such a weird name." He grinned and slid into his seat as I rolled my eyes. My gaze drifted back to the girl who sat in the corner of the room , the hood of her black sweatshirt pulled tightly over her head with a few locks of caramel colored hair leaking out at the sides.
"Hey... what's her name again?" I asked quietly, jerking my head slightly towards the girl.
"Oh, the new chick? Err... It's somethin' weird, like, Esme or something like that," Clark answered, chewing on a piece of candy that he had pulled out of his well-stocked, candy machine-like backpack.
"Esme... interesting," I murmured, not removing my gaze from her. Her eyes flashed up from her desk to stare straight back at me, and it felt as if her dark gaze held on so tight that I couldn't bring myself to tear mine away. I school bell tolled and I pulled my eyes away from hers, but not without difficulty, to look at my teacher. As hard as I tried to concentrate on what was being taught, to focus on anything but that girl, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of her gaze still burning into my back.
Hmm... well, that was rather short... it seemed longer when it was written down in that notebook... xD
Ah, well. I guess we'll see what it turns into. I'd also love to hear what you guys think of the first chapter, whether or not you think I should continue or any thoughts that may pop into your head about it... thank you very much in advance for any reviews you may decide to leave... =]