A/N: Hey all! This is my first fanfic that I've actually decided to published, so I'm pretty excited. This is just the introduction to the story so tell me what you think. I came up with the plot on a whim so I don't exactly know if it's a hit or a miss, so please, PLEASE let me know if I should continue. Before you begin reading I just wanna clear something up, just incase you get confused: I know Alice and Bella are usually best friends, but I've decided to trade Alice (well, for the moment at least. Don't cha worry!) with Victoria. There are many reasons behind this, but I'm too tired to list them. Anyways, here you go! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I own nothing! The great and talented Stephenie Meyer owns these beautiful characters!
He won't shut up. My stupid, push-over, easily-persuaded, oblivious English and Socials (yes, same bloody teacher for two bloody subjects; some high school) continued to babble on and on about the Royal Province of New France. I mean how, exactly, would this information help me? It's not like it was interesting, such as the French Revolution or the Renaissance. No, we had to learn about the ever-popular trade route of the French! Or…at least I think that's what he's reading aloud about. It's not like I'm the only one not paying attention. Hell, half the class is asleep! Take my best friend, for example, who is lying on her desk not two feet from me, probably praying to some how be able to sleep. Victoria Nomad-- yes, Nomad—doesn't need to pay attention; she's already learned this over 100 times, maybe even more. I bet she was even around when it happened, seeing as she's over 500 years old. She was changed by some Polish sailor in her homeland of Kraków at the age of 19, though she can easily pass for 17. I, myself, was changed not too long ago and am eternally 17. Not an ideal age, but I can live with it. That, sadly, classifies me as a new born. We're vampires who, for some odd reason, have the restraint against human blood, though we still hunt them. We decide to feed outside of our tiny town and, so far, we've stayed completely inconspicuous. Living with your best friend is pretty fantastic, though remembering to keep our façade sometimes is far from enjoyable. Our "story" is that we're sisters who's parents are two of the world's most wealthiest business couples, owning thousands of shares, completely dominating the stock markets and owning part of Japan's beloved Domyouji group. We tell people that they're always traveling somewhere, so they leave us by ourselves, seeing as were old enough. To the friendly people of Forks, we are the rich Swan sisters. It's a fairly fall-proof story, in my humble opinion.
Anyways, back to the current predicament. If this ghastly robust teacher of mine didn't shut his trap in 5 seconds, I swear I would have murdered him. I'm honestly not a violent person. He just irritates me. For some reason, though, I've become what some people may call a "teacher's pet". I didn't do a thing to enforce this, it just happened. So even if I did express my irritation, I most likely would not get in trouble.
On another topic, it's raining, as per usual. It always seems to rain here. Sometimes… I wish we could live somewhere sunny…like California…or Arizona. Arizona. Oh god, it hurts to even think about my old home…my mum…Phil. She must be devastated…distraught…stressed, seeing as I disappeared over two years ago. Then there's Charlie, who after 6 months of my disappearance decided to move up into northern Canada. He doesn't do well with things like this and believes running from his problems is the way to solve them. I love my dad dearly, even though we never really got that close. Anyways, it's impossible to go back now; I've come too far. My life had become somewhat peaceful and if I forget this whole "eternally damned" crap I can be content. Victoria loves being immortal and indestructible. She can run to her favourite places so fast in the middle of the night and still be back for school in the morning. So being a creature of the night does have its advantages; who would have guessed?
So here I am, still in socials, still listening to this dumb ass. That's when he walks in. A soft knock was the only thing it took to divert my attention to the dull red classroom door. I guess you could say I was stunned. Stunned because not only was he gorgeous but he was also inhuman. Inhumanly gorgeous; one of us. Now there's something we don't get around here often. I glanced over at Victoria and, judging by her expression as she stared at the door as well, I know today was going to be interesting. Very, very interesting.