It's been exactly three years, four months and 18 days, I am not sure of the times; but that isn't important. What is important in my story is a boy, a man if you will. He isn't like everyone else, as far as I'm concerned. A normal person couldn't turn the world round with one stare, or stop a heart at a glance. Mind you, I doubt many you have ever met Edward Cullen.
My deep sleep was disturbed early one morning by my mother, Nimm. It was my first day at University, studying music; and ofcourse my mother felt the need to wake me up hours before it was necessary. The glistening light cascaded through my large window, the curtains had been drawn back, allowing shadows of fire and yellows to dance across my bed sheets and walls. I rolled over in a pitiful attempt to shun my mother out of my room, but my younger sister, Leigh, soon followed her. She jumped in my bed, dragging the covers down my body, causing a bone chilling draft to lie on my skin. I shiver for a second in thin pink pyjamas then kicked my sister away.
"Morning darling!" Nimm smiled brightly.
I just made a grunting noise in the back of my throat, being woken up at half past five is not a good way of starting a constructive day. Leigh clamped herself round one of my legs as I made my way out my room. I nudged her gently against the wall as I made my way into the bathroom, I wasn't having my little seven year old sister spying on me in the early hours. The hours, which most girls will agree with me, are crucial for setting up the day.
I locked the door behind me and sauntered over to the mirror, "Trashy," I mumbled at my reflection, left over eye liner hung under my eyes like black clouds, and a smear of lip stick lay messily over my left cheek. I had been out the night before with Claudia and Sara. I finished bad mouthing myself mentally and turned the hot water tap on.
I quickly lapped the water over my face then switched the shower on.
After my shower I went back over to the mirror, smiling at the new, fresh look I carried. I brush my teeth thoroughly then gargled some strong minty mouthwash in my mouth, then spat it out. I mad sure the towel was tightly tucked round my body, then made my way back through to my room, avoiding my overly clingy sister.
I pressed the play button on my radio and listened to the morning weather report while I rumaged through my wardrobe.
"And the weather is set to be over cast but warm all day." The lady said in a false voice. I smiled as I drew out a baggy pair of jeans and a white T-shirt out of my closet.
"Weird weather," I chorused lightly as I picked up a random light blue cardigan, hanging neatly over the back of my chair. I quickly got dressed, dried my hair and pulled it into a scruffy ponytail and ran down stairs, stopping half way to slip on a pair of vans.
"Morning," I said, sitting myself down on a chair. Nimm was busy fussing over Leigh who had spilled jam everywhere. I sighed and tucked into a bowl of cereal Nimm had prepared for me.
I am not a morning person so I left quite a questionable amount of cereal left in the bowl then went through to the living room, it was only half past six. I didn't have to leave till eight!
I picked up a bag and took out my timetable, it was simple enough; but knowing me I would forget it easily. I ran through the following days in my head.
Today I first had, The history of music, then compositions, then performing, then there was an hour and a half break then I had a class on the different styles of music. It seemed like a really boring day. I memorised what rooms I had to go to and where I would be allowed to park my car, the routes I'd take to the University, then the corridors to each lecteur. It couldn't be that hard, and if it was and I ended up getting well and truly lost; I'd simply ask a professor or a senior student for help. After all, I was a mere junior, a little tadpole in a big pond, and it was up to the seniors, the frogs to help me out, I knew I couldn't completely rely on my memory.
It soon reached ten to eight and I decided upon leaving early.
"Good luck honey, call me at lunch break okay?" Nimm said as I gave her an unsure hug. I ruffled my sisters brown messy hair then left the house.
My car was a little bit too luxurious, it was a black shiney BMW. I protested against it when my grand-parents took me out to buy a car, I had had my eye on a nifty ford Ka. But my grand parents...being who they are insisted on the best for me. I wasn't sure about it since I had just passed my driving test but when I got used to it I found it the best to drive.
I pulled out of the driveway carefully, avoiding Nimm's jeep then I did a U turn, almost going on the pavement then made my way to the town centre. I had to be at University at eight thirty for our introduction where we would quickly meet a few professors and get used to the grounds before the first class started at nine. My first lecteur however started at ten so I had thought it would be best to go the library for a while. Perhaps study the timetable and maps some more?
I pondered over my thoughts for the up coming hours then soon found myself driving into the University Car Park. I drove round once of twice then found a decent enough space, just beside the reception. Handy, I though. I turned off the already silent ignition, got my bag, looked one last time in the mirror then stepped out the car.
I turned towards the car, shut the door the locked it, but as a turned on my heel again I collided with a figure.
"Oh! Sorry!" I blurted out, quickly trying to grab my folder before it hit the ground, too late.
A tall man, well when I say man, I mean he must of been about eighteen, nineteen, he reached down and picked up my folder for me then handed it carefully back.
"No problem, it was partly my fault aswell, being new here and all I don't know where my head is at," he smiled kindly. He had a pale, ghostly complexion, with deep brown eyes, they almost looked like...firey chocolate, no wait, liquid! Like...maroon baileys. He spoke smoothly and revealed a pearly white arrangement of teeth when he smiled at me. His eyes were curious, I saw him examining my face. I suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment as he must of noticed my prying eyes on him.
"Oh...It's okay," I answered, holding out one hand, "I'm Heidi," I said as he took my hand.
"Edward," he said smoothly or as musical terms would describe it legato.
I smiled at his response then took a step onto the pavement, I planned on walking away but he suddenly appeared by my side, peering over my shoulders at the book I was carrying.
"Music?" He asked happily.
I nodded, biting my lip ever so slightly.
"Cool, I took music aswell! Well that and modern arts."
We turned one final corner, having to take a side door into the University, due to building work..
"Oh..I uh, I better go bye!" Stammered Edward before I had a chance to answer he had left and crossed the car park and went into another part of the University. I glanced back in confusion and saw a beautiful blond girl walking towards me, she seemed so elegant and amazing but she had a vicious aura about her.
"That is Edward, don't be near him!" She snarled slightly into my ear, then she carried on walking and joined a group of three other people.
I watched them curiously for a second, till the blond girl spun round and stared at me. I hesitated, and in a panic I dropped my folder again. I quickly picked it up then walked into the University.
"Just ignore her," said a voice. I looked round and Edward was walking beside me again. I didn't answer, I was too shook up about the scary yet...angelic looking girl.
"W..Who is she?" I answered pathetically, looking at my feet.
Edward laughed, "My sister."
My face rushed a crimson shade, "Oh! I thought she was your girlfriend of something," I replied with a silent sigh of relief.
Edward laughed again, louder, this time with more depth. His laugh was pure and almost sounded like a choir note, "Haahaa, try living with her!" He answered, "Well, I have got to go and see some mates just now," he said, gesturing over to a group of boys, standing in the shadow of the reception desk. He turned back round to me, and with a smile he handed back my folder, "I might see you later." The he walked over to the boys, and all in a liquid like movement they walked down a busy corridor.
I looked down at my folder...I never even knew I dropped it.