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Prologue
It all happened when I started that high school. Everything was so boring. Until I met him, of course. I had lived in Forks for 6 years. I moved there when I was 9. I didn't really want to move, but my mom told me I'd like it. She said it was beautiful. Nicer than dry old Sacramento. I guess I believed her, because at that time, anything was better than Sacramento. Moving away from her crazy boyfriend was a relief for us both. We had talked about it for months. She worked while I was at school. Then my friend would pick me up and I would do my homework there until mom picked me up. In a couple of months, she had gathered enough money for us to buy a car, and move out to Forks.
I thought it would of been a bit easier, moving to Forks, but starting my first day of 6th grade wasn't so good, but it wasn't terrible either. Everyone avoided me in my morning classes, but then lunch came, and I wish everyone kept avoiding me. But that idiot, Mike Newton, of course he had to do something. He started by doing the old "trip you while you're carrying your lunch tray", which I easily saw coming, and stepped over his foot. He got so mad at that. But I'm still glad I made him look like an idiot. By eighth grade he had started trying to beat me up, which was really annoying. I blocked each one of his punches every time, and when it got tiring I just ran. I've always liked running. It's given my mind a sort of peace, and I can feel how my body is working. I finished up middle school, and spent an awesome summer with my mom.
Chapter one
This morning is the first day of high school. Am I stressed? Not really... Ok maybe a little. For the first time, I woke up before my alarm. I guess my mind knew that 'today was the day'. Oh wait. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Emma Stark and today is kind of special... for my mom. She's really excited about me going to high school. I can't blame her. I would be, but I'm just not a very excitable person, and I don't know why. My phone interrupted my thoughts with a very extreme ringing, which I replied to with a groan, and dismissed the alarm. I tossed off my lilac covers and stretched, shivering from the cold. I got up and went straight to the bathroom, doing my business, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, of course getting water all over my shirt. I exited my room to say good morning to my mom. I was always really close to my mom, because she was all I really ever had. She was just chilling and watching the news, as usual for her mornings before I left for school. She was already ready for work. I kissed her on the cheek.
"What are you going to wear?", she asked me.
"I don't know... the usual.", I said, leaving the living room.
I walked back to my room, and slid open my closet door. I decided to wear some dark wash skinny jeans, an olive green v-neck t-shirt, and a light gray hoodie. I walked over to my mirror, combed my hair and swiped on SPF lip-balm, even though it wasn't going to be sunny anytime soon. I didn't really mind that it wasn't sunny. I like rainy weather more. I shoved my phone in my pocket, slipped on some socks and my navy converse, grabbing my backpack and jogging down the stairs. I grabbed some cereal, and poured my self some coffee in a travel cup, adding milk and sugar. I finished my cereal, and said goodbye to my mom, who insisted to take some pictures of me. I grabbed my keys, and walked to my car, balancing my coffee, while getting in. As I drove to school, I listened to the radio, and drank some coffee. I parked, and got out.
I was totally not expecting this. As soon as I got of my car I saw a group of huge guys. I don't mean fat! I mean like really tall and buff. There were about 6 of them. I tried to walk to the office to pick up my schedule but I was so distracted. I had to look over one more time... Oh my gosh. This has go to be the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. He had a strong jawline, and a full mouth. His tan skin was the color of milky coffee, and his eyes were dark. He was just gorgeous. I shook my head. He must be in twelfth. I got my stuff out of the passenger seat, and walked to the office. I walked to where it said to pick up your schedule, and looked through my grade and last names beginning with S until I found mine.
First period, history. Second period, English. Third period, math. Lunch. Fourth period, biology. Fifth period, gym. Sixth period, music. Seventh period, Korean. Study hall.
Not too bad, I thought to myself. I found my locker and emptied out my backpack, shoving my keys and mints in my pockets. I decided to go looking for my only friend. To the library!
I found Miranda in the science fiction section.
"Hey, Miranda!", I said
"Hey, and shush, it's a library", she replied.
"Schedule?", I inquired.
She fished around in her army jacket pocket, and handed me a neatly folded paper.
I unfolded it. Yes! Two classes together. Math and music. That's awesome. Miranda's really good at math and I suck. I just so happened to look at the clock.
"Mir! Three minutes!", I panicked
"Ok", she replied
We walked to building 2 and Miranda went to the second floor, where she had Spanish. I walked to my locker and got out my binder, some pencils and pens, and my notebook. I walked down the hall, looking for room 16. I paused, slightly stumbling. Oh my gosh. That guy was standing right outside what was supposed to be room 16. The first bell rang. Ok. I can do this. I walked down to my English class and opened the door, ignoring the guys right behind me. I took a seat in the back, and dumped everything down on my desk, looking around the room. I saw someone sit in the seat next to me. I looked to see that it was, unfortunately, Jessica Stanley. Oh great, I thought to myself. Jessica Stanley is so annoying. In five minutes, the second bell rang, and our teacher stood up from her desk.
"My name is Ms"
- she was cut off by two of those buff guys walking through the door. Including the really good-looking one.
"Sit down in the back of the classroom!", she said, obviously annoyed by their late entrance. They made their way toward the back, where I was sitting, since the door was at the front of the room. The good-looking one sat behind me and the other one sat next to him.
"Okay. As I was saying before, my name is Ms. Grant. The first unit we will be doing is Ancient Rome.", she continued giving us information about what supplies we should need. I heard two deep voices behind me talking.
" Why were you needing to phase right before school?!", one said.
" Shut up Quil! Not here!", said the good-looking one.
" Whatever, Jacob", said Quil.
Jacob. That was his name. I reached under my desk to get out my textbook like had just told us to do.
"Quil Ateara and Jacob Black! Why are you talking and disrupting the class? Move your seats! Mr. Black, switch seats with Jessica Stanley!", she commanded.
My breath caught in my throat when I realized that Jacob was about to have to sit next to me for the next semester and maybe even more. He grabbed his notebook, a pencil, and folder, and got up to move seats. He plopped down in his chair and dropped his stuff on the table. I stopped looking and opened my textbook to page 146. Ancient Rome.
After fifteen minutes the bell rang, and I got my stuff and went to my locker to grab the book that we had to buy for English, Romeo and Juliet. I found room 3 in building one. No buff guys here. I sat down near the middle this time, trying to focus on English as the teacher introduced himself. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw that Jessica Stanley was sitting behind me! Argh!
"Isn't Mr. Lewis so hot?", she asked me.
"Uhh. I don't really care!", I replied and turned back around, trying to focus on the Romeo and Juliet symbolism map in front of me. My mind kept wandering back to history. What would happen tomorrow? Will Jacob be in any of my other classes? The bell's ringing woke me from my daydreaming as I gathered my stuff, and looked at my schedule to refresh my mind of what I was doing now.
Math. I hated math. I didn't hate logic. I only hated it because I was terrible at it no matter how hard I tried. I walked upstairs and saw Miranda walking down the hall from the other set of stairs.
"Miranda!", I cried out.
"Hey Emma! Let's get a seat next to each other.", she suggested.
"Alright", I agreed.
We entered class together and we both took seats at the front. I found that if I sat at the front in math, I understood the concepts better. Minutes of algebra and equations flew by, and we were out of there, and heading towards the cafeteria like hungry wolves.
I never bought school lunch. I believed that it was poison. Disgusting poison at that. Instead, me and Miranda sat down at the back of the lunch room and unpacked our lunches. Mine was some leftover Chinese food I had made the night before. Miranda had some Caesar salad. We ate and talked until the bell rang.
Next I had biology. Biology was the only subject within science that I liked. It flew by quickly. Next I had gym. I walked to the locker room and got my locker combination from the gym teacher. I opened my locker and emptied out the bag of PE stuff I had put together. Deodorant, antiperspirant, sneakers, gym clothes, hair ties, body wipes. I got changed and went inside the gym. I saw Jacob hanging out nearby the entrance to the boys locker room.
A shrill whistling broke my gaze.
"Alright! All ninth graders line up here alphabetically!", my gym teacher yelled.
I rushed to my place in line and stood there as Ms. Morgan took roll call.
"Okay! I want you all to run 3 laps around the track! Got it? Good!", she blew her whistle and we all jogged to the track and started running. I was picking up speed, and saw Jacob near the front. I was easily moving my way forward through the running kids. Almost close to him now. Wait, what? Why did I want to run closer to Jacob anyway? I kept running closer for no apparent reason. My lungs started to feel dry, as I took big breaths of air, trying to keep them consistent.
By my second lap, I had caught up to Jacob. I'm running right next to him because he's not letting me overtake him. He looks over at me, almost confused as to how I'm as fast as he was. I looked back determinedly and then the weirdest thing happened. He looked me straight in the eyes, and had this weird look upon his face, like he had suddenly found the answer to something big. Suddenly the whole weight of his body slammed into me, and I found myself rolling through the grass.
I felt my head spinning wildly as I struggled to sit up. I opened my eyes and saw Jacob's face inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my neck, as he stared at me and me back at him, in shock. He mumbled a sorry, and rolled off of me, standing up and offering a hand. I took it and stood up, shaking the grass off of my gym shorts.
"Is everyone alright here?", shouted Ms. Morgan
"Yeah, I'm fine", I said, looking back at Jacob and he nodded in approval.
"Just lost my balance", he said apologetically.
"Alright then... head to the gym", she instructed, running off.
The walk to the gym was somewhat awkward. Halfway through I suggested we run, to which Jacob agreed, and we did a fast yet awkward jog there. When we got there, the class was playing basketball, and Ms. Morgan told us both to join a group lacking two people. Playing was kind of awkward, since the other two kids weren't that good, and me and Jacob pretty much just played as a two person team. Ms. Morgan blew her whistle and told us it was time to dress out. I headed to the locker room and dressed, waiting outside in the hallway until the bell rang.
The next thing I knew, Jacob was walking over to me. My heart started beating irregularly fast, which didn't make any sense. I hardly knew the guy.
"Hey, is it Emma?", he asked. I nodded. Was I being too silent? Stop it Emma. Listen.
" Ok. I'm really sorry about what happened when we were running today. I guess I just got startled when you were suddenly running next to me, and I lost my balance, and yeah...", he trailed off, scratching behind his neck.
"No problem. It wasn't your fault.", I replied.
"Yeah, it was my fault. I'm really sorry. It was my fault though.", he looked genuinely sorry. Why was he apologizing so much? Whatever.
"Okay. I forgive you, I guess.", I answered.
"Good. Okay.", he said, looking relieved.
"So I'll see you around? In history and stuff? Wait, what's your schedule?", he asked. Oh my gosh. He wants to know my schedule? Okay.
"Well, history, of course, then English with Mr. Lewis, math with Mrs. Fisher, bio with Ms. Penn, then gym, then music with Mr. Reede, and finally Korean with Ms. Choi.", I summed up.
"Oh, I have Korean seventh with Ms. Choi.", he said. Really?! I have three classes with this beautiful guy?
"Maybe we can walk there together?...", he suggested.
"Okay!", I beamed. He flashed a smile and walked away.
Next thing I knew I was on my phone, hurriedly texting Miranda about the interesting events that had just occurred. She didn't seem very interested. I guess stuff about boys with her just wasn't...there. Music went by fast, the teacher was awesomely hilarious. Then I remembered Jacob and his suggestion to walk there together... wait, what class did he have before this? Oh no! I really didn't think this through did I?! I started panicking, thinking about all the causes that Jacob could not show up. I walked to my locker and grabbed my Korean dictionary, and put away my sheet music. Suddenly, I heard a tap on my shoulder.
"Jacob?", I stammered, spinning around.
"Jacob? Who's Jacob? It's me! Mike!", he smirked at me, grabbed my Korean dictionary and threw it across the hall. I glared at him, slamming my locker closed. I hardly heard the hourly ring from the speaker.
"Get my stuff.", I ordered.
"Nah, I think I'll pass today...", he said, and for the first time, successfully punching me in the stomach. I stumbled backwards, gasping for air, fishing my phone out of my pocket to call Miranda.
"Didn't think I'd do that, huh? I'll do it again, as well.", he said.
"No you won't.", a voice said behind him as someone grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall.
"Jacob?", I asked, surprised.
"Are you okay?", he asked, while Mike was trying to escape.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Could've been better, but not dying.", I forced a smile.
"Good.", he said, letting go of Mike.
"Listen to me. Don't ever do that again, or I swear... believe me, you don't want to know.", he threatened. Mike nodded and stumbled away.
"You're lucky Emma Stark, if you're boyfriend wasn't here to save you, you would be dead meat.", he cried running away.
"Mike!", I yelled. He turned around, a sarcastic look on his face.
"Shut up and get a freakin' life.", I completed.