So yeah, this is my first fanfic. If you find any grammatical errors, or have any suggestions for what would make the writing better, please tell me, I am a grammar freak, and would hate to think there are any problems with my story. That's it I guess, happy reading!
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all Twilight related things, not me
One more minute, I told myself, standing frozen before my front door. One more minute of privacy and peace, before the awkward hell known as the first day began. I counted down the seconds, hoping to make each one last longer than it should. At the end of my time limit I tried to set another, but the rational part of my mind kicked in, and I knew that any more delay would result in missing the bus. At least if I left right now, I would have a better chance of blending in with the rest of the student body, I told myself. With that fortifying thought, I headed out the door of my newest house, and down the treacherously wet driveway.
I boarded the bus carefully, I knew that I was a complete klutz, and a concussion was defiantly not a good way to start a new school. It was a tiny thing, one of the "short" buses. I hope they know I'm not mentally handicapped; I joked to myself, attempting to lighten my mood. There was an open seat in the back and I slid gratefully into it. I knew choosing a seat alone was not be the best plan, better to strike up a conversation and make a friend, but I was forever taking the coward's way out. The curious mumbling that had started when I boarded the bus had begun to die down, and I pressed my head to the cold window, happy to have found another sanctuary. I knew I was lying to myself, telling myself that I had oceans of time before we arrived, but the less I thought about it, the less time I had to be nervous.
All too soon, the bus pulled up to the school. I realized that mine was not the only small bus, in fact there were only a handful of buses lined up by the school, and all were miniscule. A fresh wave of panic rolled over me; small schools were always the worst. The students at them always gave the newbies more attention to start with, but if there wasn't a niche for them, the new students were dropped from the social radar, never to be seen by their peers outside of classes again.
What did you think the school was going to be like I chastised myself, look at the size of the town, you new it was going to be small. Trivializing my fears had always worked wonders on me before, and this time was no exception. My heart rate fell to a speed that was not quite normal, but it was far closer than it had been moments before.
I quickly glanced down at my outfit to make sure all was in order before stepping off the bus. I was dressed to blend in, a pair of worn jeans, a sporty looking sweatshirt, and my average brown hair tied up into a ponytail. Once again I recognized the cowardliness of the choice, and once again I didn't care. I wouldn't be staying long anyways, I thought darkly to myself.
My mind turned to my less than satisfactory childhood as I shuffled off in the same general direction as the rest of the students. I kept an eye out for something that looked like a main office as I thought. It was a ritual now, remembering what brought me to this new place, it helped me connect it to the place I left, so I wouldn't feel so disjointed at all of the moving. The familiar list marched through my mind of its own accord.
Mother: Died in combat
Father: Remarried to the Army
Me: Army brat
I had lost track of what number school I was on, I only knew that I had been to a lot, hated most, and liked few.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a sign announcing the main office. I turned numbly towards it, slowly beginning to bring the life back into my dead body. I wanted to have a chance of finding friendship, and I had learned from experience that a happy and open demeanor works wonders. I usually failed at my quest, due to my crippling shyness and fear of rejection, but I had tasted enough of friendship to know that I wanted more.
I let my lips curve up slightly as I attempted to appear normal and happy to be at a new school. I took a deep breath, and lost in thought, pushed the door open.
That was the plan anyways, as soon as I pushed, someone else pulled from the inside. I toppled foreword, and quickly positioned my arms at my sides. They were bent at the elbows palms facing the floor, my hands ready to absorb the shock of the fall. Charlie had taught me the technique long ago, to avoid some of the nastier consequences of my falls. This time however, instead of a cold linoleum floor, my specially positioned hands slapped warm flesh. Long arms snaked around me, holding me steady as I regained control of my wayward body.
I started to look up, meaning to thank my rescuer, but was brought up short by the massive expanse of muscled chest in front of me. Slowly I raised my eyes and found forest green eyes staring worriedly at me. By this time my famous blush had worked its way up my neck and was beginning to stain my cheeks red. I quickly pulled back, out of the warm embrace, and looked once again at the large, handsome male standing in front of me.
"I'm so sorry" I whispered, mortified not only by my fall, but by the amount of time I had spent standing in a stranger's arms.
"No problem" he replied offhandedly. His smooth voice sent shivers down my back. I looked down and tried to step around him, but his voice followed me. "I'm Edward Cullen, would you happen to be Isabella Swan?"
"Yes" I answered with some trepidation. "How did you know?"
He seemed amused by my question. "Well let's see, there are around 300 students enrolled in Forks High School, most of whom I have known since we were toddlers. Added to that I am supposed to be escorting a Miss Swan today to show her around the school, and since I do not know you, you are obviously she."
I was terrified at the thought of spending the entire day with this creature of perfection. I knew that within moments I would stumble, blush, or say something mortifying. Where did you grow up I scolded myself, military bases, the shy part of me sighed. Are you going to take this arrogance asked my more confrontational side? I already knew my answer.
"Well, as you already know everything, remembering to call me Bella shouldn't tax your mental capacities too much."
"Very well Bella, shall we get your schedule?" The amused twinkle was back in his eye. Instead of answering I turned towards the interior of the office, I was determined that he, and everyone else at this school, know that I was not a push over. Luckily for me, there was only one desk, so there was no need to guess which one to go to. Edward trailed behind me, apparently content to wait.
After collecting all of the papers I quickly turned around, ready to stop procrastinating and finally go to class. I desperately wanted to look towards Edward because I was thoroughly in need of the confidence boost that his smile seemed to offer so readily. I fought with myself for a minute, and then submitted to the urge.
He did not disappoint. One side of his mouth hiked up slightly higher than the other in a devilishly handsome grin. I smiled back, feeling more prepared to face the rest of the school. Who knows, I thought to myself, I could really like this school.