a/n: yah dis is mah storii about a girl name Willa and how she fel in lurve with Jasper Hale--tell me what u guys tink! also bella n jacob will be in the story later so stick around it mite become E/B too
honey in your hair
part 1: |~\*-- s E e . y O u . a t . t w i L i g h t --*/~|
1. nebula
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I was not knew to Washington state. in fact I had lived up in Seattle with my father for some time but then my dad remarried some hussy that divorced him quicker than I could blink. Watching that bitch Lindsay break his heart in two (or suck it up like a vacuum take your pick) was tragicful, and babysitting her ten year old son was brain-rattling, to say the least. After she took half our shit we moved up to Forks, a nice little town with rain clouds blanketing.
I'm getting ahead of myself now: my full name is Wilhemina November Tintagel (my mom's maiden name so suck it) Reed but my friends call me Willa since I hate the nickname 'Billy' or 'Willy' or gay shit like that. i was named after my grandfather Willem while my mom picked out the other names. she apparently died before I was two and I have little recollection of her.
Today would be my first day of at a new school in the middle of winter-the start of the semester. Rihgt in the middle of junior yar. I wasn't nervous much, but there would be a clusterfuck of raging preppy (wannabes, to boot) ass hos and other jealous gawkers. You see, I was not some carrot-skinned brand whore I decored my alabaster self (I come from a naturally pale family) in dark earth tones-usually black, which makes me look like a freakin' corpse, as my friends in Seattle always joked. I guess my spectacular spun-gold hair that fell to my shoulders in drastic waves didn't help the deathly pale allusion.
I was going to miss my friends and I together. Things like our weekly excursions to Hottopic where we hung out and leered at that hot guy Joe even though he was like twenty-five (we ignored his lazy googly eye though, at least from a distance he was enough.)
Well, I had to sweat it for now. I was in my 'new' '64 Impala-though my dad had just helped me buy it, it was used and sputtery and smelled like a wet dog. Perfect-my first day at this small-town school and I smell like a wet dog. I bet it would break down in a few weeks.
Eventually the school came into view. It was a ratty thing, not run down but it looked like it would get a renavation over the summer-clearly it was long overdue. I was here early to skip the morning rush. I stepped out of the car and into the chilly wind. Snow packed itself around my white doc martens. The parking lot was full of tired cars that begged for crushing. Someone was working hard, though, since the silver sheen of their car shone even under the cloud cover. I was able to look at myself in it. I had on black skinnies tucking into my boots and a monotone checkered shirtdress with a black corset over that. I leaned closer to check my makeup-nothing was smeared but my dad always joked on how the heavy eyeliner always looks smudged and panda-like. Wiry thin and corpse-like, I walked on.
The sign was cute! it said HOME OF THE SPARTANS in big block letters underneath FORKS HIGH SCHOOL. Spartans were nice I guess. But the lady at the Dean of Student's office wasnt so nice.
"Hell-o there," I said. She looked to engrossed in a dating website. Her pillowheaded face was relaxed and dreamy as she typed away on the keyboard. Seconds ticked and she finlally looked up at me. I smiled a little.
"You are here for..." Now I didn't expect people to get down on their knees and hand me everything, but seriously. "Name and ID number, please." she sounded like an automated recording. The drone of her voice made me want to stab myself and I almost wished I could leave my earbuds in.
"Um no I'm Willa Reed a new student." I wondered if she was knew here.
"There's no Willa Reed on record, but we are expecting a Wilhemina November Tintagel Reed sometime this week." I cringed when she said that "Oh, you must be her, I guess." The receptionist blinked so widely I thought she needed a eyedrop. "You're papers are here-" she handed me a map, my locker combo and location (the R names were all the way in some hidden hallway far from any of my classes, go me!), and a slip of paper to be signed by my teachers it seems. She also intructed me to take a picture for my ID-they had it printed up imedieatly. I looked a little messy.
"The last sheet is to be signed by your teachers and returned to the Dean's office at the end of the day all right?" I nodded, saying thanks and plugging my earphones in. First period started in ten minutes but people were alreadystarted to gather in the halls as i walked out.
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My first day at Forks High was intresting to say the least. I had made some friends across cliques-mostly in the 'emo' clique but no one was uptight bitchy. there might have been a few but I scoffed-who cares? Fuckin whores.
Anyways, I had a boring French class first period, a last minute addtion-at my old school I had a hot French teacher whose classes were fun to be in and to look at. He said one year, he had a class was full of giggling girls and it was almost impossible to teach because of it. Now this time around the teacher-Madame Musette, we had to call her otherwise she'd ignore us-was a woman and she talked to much, expecting us to learn. The college I wanted in needed four years of language so I suffered through this shit.
Sceond period was not much better-I was in a required Algebra class that left me bored out of my skull. Most of my core classes I slept in or dicked around with friends in the back but I passed. Third and fourth periods were English and Poli-sci classes, respectivly. I had friends in mostly every class, too. The boys were all drooling as far as I can tell. How flattering.
Lunch period was next. I saw that cute boy I sat next to in period 1. He was nice and had that dark skater look to him that I loved so. "Hey Eric!" I shout. I think that was his name, faces don't stick to names with me very well. Either way, he was cute and that was all I remembered.
He turned to see me, where is friends were sitting. They were all dressed darkly or in neon colors and I think one girl was a cutter. Apparently this was Forks' scene crowd. "Oh hi, your the new chick, right? Willa?" The other people at his table looked at me hissingly. He looked at them. "I promised her a seat when we met in French, okay guys?"
"Oooh!" said one of the girls-I recognized her from Poli-sci. I think her name was Jessica or something. I liked the zebra print sweater she had on. "Eric's got a crush on the new chick, huh?" I smiled and he hid his face behind a mass of hair.
"Well she's prettyer than you Jess," said another boy teasingly. He was cute, but I didn't have a class with him yet. "I'm Mike, what was your name again, so I can write you up for a discount at my dad's store, of course..."
"Willa," I said with a little smile. "Willa Reed. Your dad has a store?"
"He's a Newton but he looks more like a tnewt." said another boy and he took my hand and shook it. Wow, initiative. "I'm Tyler and I'm sorry we haven't met earlier. Where are you from?" Tyler was a mile of smiles.
"Not from heaven, if thats wehre your thinking, Tyler." I say, twirling a strand of my hair. The laughed. "I think I should get someting to eat now, is the menu good?"
"Utter rubish," said the other girl in the group. I didn't have a class with her either. She was little and fragile-looking. "I'm Angela by the way but if you call me that I'll shove pies down your throat," she said grimly, then she laughed with Jess. For such a short girl she had a mean bark.
"But really." Jessica said after she calmed herself. "B.Y.O.B, the slection here is crap."
"There was once a kid who ate a pizza slice here," Angela said again. "And he had explosive diarrhea. And by explodive I mean rainbows all over the bathroom wall and dripping down his legs."
We were all laughing and stuff, then the cafetiera door opened. All of them hushed.
"Oh, Willa, you're gonna enjoy this." said Eric.
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