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Hello, my name is Jade and this is my story about when I lived in Forks.
We moved again for the third time in two years. I had enough of it but I don't think this will end until my parents think we are safe. My family moved to Forks, Washington, and that was two weeks ago.
"Hopefully, we'll stay for good this time," I said.
"Yeah. I hope so too," Taylor said. Taylor is my younger sister.
I never fit in with anyone my age or other people. I go to Forks High School and I'm a junior. I'm pale skinned, have amber colored eyes, and I only sleep for a few hours. Then I'm wandering around in the forest.
I stumble into my seat into my seat in Biology. Suddenly a powerful scent washes over me. I look faint from what Angela says. I go to Mr. Banner and ask him if I could go to the nurse's office. I have to get away. I thought. Edward Cullen looks horrible. Then I smell her shampoo. Oh. I thought. I hope he can handle it. For some reason something about the Cullens intrigues me. It's like I know their secret. Why they don't sit with anyone? Am I the same? After I got out of there, I went to the nurse and asked if I could sit in my car for the rest of the hour.
"Yes but check with Mrs. Cope," she said.
"I will."
Mrs. Cope is a nice forty year old secretary. I was allowed, but had to stay on school grounds. As I walked to my car, the buzzing of voices filled my head again. This is starting to get annoying. I thought. I found a voice and listened to it. It was Edward's. I learned what he was thinking about. What did he mean when he wanted to lure Bella away from class and into the woods? Weird. I thought.
When I got to my car, I unlocked it and got in. I searched and searched until I found it. Debussy. It always calmed my nerves. I listened to it over and over, but I paid attention to one song, Claire de Lune. As I let my mind wander, I thought I had seen what Edward meant about what he thought earlier.
I had to make this stop. It was driving me insane. I put my hand on the door just as the bell rang. He comes flying past me to Spanish. I had Spanish with Emmett and Edward so I got out and hurried to class. I sit behind Emmett and Edward. For a second, I hear what Emmett was thinking and what Edward was saying.
I forced myself to focus. Spanish came easily to me as did other languages. I heard this all before. I took Spanish and some other language classes in junior high in one semester in my other schools. When I was called on, I gave my answer knowing it was correct.
"Si," was all Mrs. Goff said. I could tell she was suspicious about how I learned this so well.
It could be that I lived in Texas near the Rio Grande for a month until the accident. I thought. It was mandatory to take Spanish in junior high. I had it memorized. I could speak to her in Spanish when I wanted to ask her something after class. This time when I stayed, she asked me to help her. She wanted to know if I would like to teach class tomorrow for a grade of course. It was something she did each year with a student.
"I would love to," I said.
When I got home, I started to fix dinner. We almost always ate take-out. My mom can cook but you didn't know what you were eating so I started to cook dinner. I took the key and went to Thrift-a-way.