When I was in High School there were things that happened that changed the way people lived. The stories are still told to this day to the people who have the true sense of belief. The belief that anything could happen in an instant. The belief that there was still magic in the world. Not magic in the sense of spells and incantations but magic in the sense that love could happen anywhere. Or to the people who have lost that belief. The truth is., when me and my friends went to Forks High School. I never imagined it would end the way it did.
I suppose that's sort of the point.
Bella Swan
I was scared. I could admit that. What kind of person would I be if I wasn't. I'm fourteen years old and today's first day of school. High School. I've seen movies, read books and listened to music. But nothing has prepared me for today. My outfit was casual, the same thing I would wear anywhere. Black Skinny Jeans, Red converses, a plain black vest top and a leather jacket. Looking out the window, I see the sun is high in the sky and, sticking my hand out the window, I feel the temperature. Its warm enough to ditch the jacket. I grab my bag, a messenger bag with Fall Out Boy lyrics all over it, and head downstairs. I grab a can of Coke from the kitchen and walk out the door just in time for my best friend Angela and her mom to pull up. I pull the door shut behind me, lock it and then head into Angela's car. She turns around and grins at me and then we continue on our way. When we pull up to the school I'm hit by how much of an institution it looks. Its dark and dreary but somehow my fear is lifted. High school is an important rite of passage. We climb out the car, wave goodbye and then head into the office. We stand in the line of other freshman and talk about each others summers. Angela spent the last two weeks in Barcelona so I hadn't seen her towards the end of our break. The line is moving steadily and we end up at the front before we know it. I'm handed my timetable and as we escape from the office I look down at it.
Homeroom-D2
English-B9
History-D3
Interval
Chemistry - D12
Music Appreciation-C5
Lunch
Art-C7
P.E-A3
Maths-C10
It wasn't as bad as it could have been. English, History, Music Appreciation and Art were subjects I knew I would love. I didn't really know much about chemistry and Maths wasn't too bad. P.E was the one I wouldn't like. I hated organized sports. I looked over at Angela's timetable and saw we had Maths and Art together. We both had to go our separate ways to find out homeroom. I followed the signs to the D block and found the room D2 easily. I took a deep breath and walked inside. The teacher was a small woman with toffee coloured hair. She was wearing a red shirt and black trousers and was sitting at her desk. She glanced up at me and smiled. I smiled back to be polite. I was nervous of the people sitting at desks watching us.
"Freshmen?" She asked me and I nodded back in reply. "Well don't be scared. Most of us don't bite," She said throwing a pointed look at someone in the front row. I didn't want to look though. "Well, In this homeroom we all sit down in the order that we come in. Allows us to mix up the age groups." She said smiling kindly and I smiled back at her simply because she was too nice not to. "So you can just sit up there by Vikki." She told me and as I walked to sit down I heard the door behind me open again. Three boy stood by the door and as the teacher went through the same things she had with me I took the time to look around myself. The girl next to me, Vikki apparently, was small and blonde. The girl next to her was taller with dark blonde hair. Both wore stylish, revealing clothes and looked to be about sixteen. Down in the front row on the right side sat three boys who were clearly triplets. The only thing I could see about them was that they desperately needed shampoo and a hairdresser. One the row behind them sat three more boys. One who seemed short, wore glasses and had dark brown hair, another with blonde hair, largely built and an aura of geekiness around him and the third was tall, had dark brown hair and seemed completely average. It was the front row on the left side I was drawn too. Only two of the seats were filled simply because the other three were covered in paperwork. One of the boys who sat there was tall, had a dark shade of blonde hair and a small boyish face. I could see his face because his body was turned to the boy who sat beside him. It was him I was drawn to. He had a bronze shade of hair with a hint of copper in it and was well built, wearing a t-shirt that accented his body. He seemed to be taller then the other boys in the room, if only by a little bit. I had never seen a boy more good looking. I was pulled from my thoughts by the chair next to me scraping back and a person sitting down in it. It was a girl who looked to be the same age as me and next to her two more boys. The girl smiled at me but I didn't have time to take anything else in before the teacher began speaking again.
"Here!," the teacher said to the bronze haired boy, dumping a pile of red notebooks on his desk, "make yourself useful and hand these out." He grabbed them and looked at her.
"You know miss, one of these days you're gonna realise how much you love me." the boy said to her. She looked at him and the expression on her face told me she could have lived without his last statement. He placed a book on my desk and continued on. Just before he could sit down the teacher threw a pen at him and he managed to catch it before it hit him in the face.
"Right my name on the board will you?" she said and he sighed before walking up to the whiteboard. He looked at it for a moment and then turned to her.
"How do you spell it again?" He asked and everyone laughed. The teacher looked at him shocked and spoke again.
"It's the same as yours!" she said exasperated.
"Yeah, but you said you were gonna spell it differently so people would know I wasn't related to you!" he said, offended. I laughed along with everyone else and the teacher shook her head.
"No dear, its still spelt the same." She said as though she was speaking to a child. He smirked and wrote on the board in small, neat letters.
Miss Cullen
The teacher then took a register as everyone was instructed to fill out the details in their planner which was the red notebooks that had been passed round. I discovered that the bronze haired boys name was Edward Cullen and that he and Miss Cullen enjoyed to joke around together. She called out my name nearer to the end of the list.
"Isabella Swan." she looked around and I spoke up.
"Um, its actually just Bella." I told her and she nodded and smiled. Edward Cullen turned round to look at me and I looked back. He grinned at me as the bell rang and stood up, grabbing his bag from the floor and flinging it on his back before leaving with the boy who sat next to him. I walked out with the girl who was sitting next to me who I discovered was named Lucy. She was in English as well although in a different classroom from me. I stood in the line and a small girl came up and stood beside me.
"Hi, I'm Alice." She said extending her hand. I shook it and introduced myself. When we walked in the classroom she sat down at one of the double desks.
"Sit next to me?" she asked.
"Yeah sure." I replied. The teacher, who introduced himself to be Mr. Mason, handed out A4 notebooks and our reading list for the year. I looked over it quickly and it seemed pretty basic. Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. When the class was over Alice and I packed away our notebooks and copies of Wuthering Heights, which had been handed out just before the bell.
"What's your next class?" she asked me and I looked at my timetable.
"History in D3." I said.
"I'm heading there too. Lets go." Alice said and we walked round the school together discussing how easily it would be to get lost. When we reached the classroom I noticed that we seemed to be the last ones to arrive. We grabbed two of the desks in the centre of the room and sat down. This teacher also handed out A4 notebooks and explained what was to be expected of us. When the bell rang, signalling break, Alice and I walked to the lunchroom with a few girls who were also in our history class. When we sat down I noticed Angela walking over to us with some other girls I didn't know. She sat down beside me and we introduced everyone to each other, relaxing into a casual conversation. When the bell rang I headed off to my next class. The rest of them passed by quickly, mostly because the first day is always spent handing out materials, learning names and talking about rules. Before I knew it I was in last period which was Maths. This flew in and when the final bell rang I walked quickly to my bus and got a seat on the top deck. Angela's mom had only brought us because it was our first day but we had to get the bus home. She sat beside me and we talked about our first day at Forks High. Funnily enough, I had actually enjoyed myself. Getting off at me stop and walking along to my house, I noticed my dads car was still gone. Which meant he was still out to sea. He used to be police chief. Before my mom died and he decided that working on a dredging boat was more fun than fighting small town crime. He was gone weeks at a time and my contact with him was either through a webcam or the phone. Looking on the bright side though, it meant no curfew, no sharing the T.V and pizza anytime I wanted. He said he was coming home today so he was probably gonna be home in time for dinner. I walked into the house and headed up to my room, opening the balcony doors to let some of the cool breeze into my room. I walked over to my computer and clicked on my iTunes, playing some Fall Out Boy. Kind of easy to guess they were my favourite band. While Patrick Stump sang about American celebrities wanting it all, I heard the phone ring. I ran out to the landing and picked up, seeing my dads caller I.D.
"Hey, dad. I thought you'd be home by now?" I said. I could hear a lot of background noise on the phone and he struggled to speak over it.
"Bella, listen, I'm sorry kiddo. I know I said I would be home by now but we got held up a little over here. I'm probably gonna be home tomorrow okay?" he explained and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah sure, I kind of figured that anyway." I told him. He asked how my first day went and I explained everything that had happened. He was off the phone about five minutes later. I went downstairs ad decided that I would have to order in pizza because my grandma hadn't dropped of my grocery money yet. If it wasn't for that woman I would starve. As I ate my pizza I sat in the living room and watched friends. Simply because that sitcom was so good, I would laugh at it no matter how many times I'd seen it. When I was finished I went upstairs to my room. I got dressed for bed, washed my face and brushed my teeth before setting my alarm for seven AM. I switched out my light and lay back in bed, falling asleep within minutes.
So this is the new version of Check Yes Juliet. Im really only changing it to make it more mature and easier to read. There are a few things that wont be in this version though. One of them being Bella's disorder. This is because, later on in the story there are things that will happen to Bella that I couldnt write with her being bipolar.
I'll try not to disapear on you guys again. I promise ;)!
Please review this chapter and let me know what you think.
Amy x