Miss Melancholy
AN: So, hey guys, I decided to start a new story as I suddenly became inspired. So I became inspired and this is what came from it! Each chapter is going to have a song name or lyric as the title. Thoughts are in italics, lyrics are underlined.
Chapter 1: So Long, Not Goodnight
Bella POV
I sat. Staring sadly at the river. Around me, the tall trees swayed slightly in the wind. The rivers music floated around me as I thought. Forks...it suited me. I wanted to be alone now and this place was perfect for it. Forks had many secluded little pockets of peace. I sighed and laid out on my chest. I dangled my hand in the water and began to sing under my breathe.
Burning on
Just like a match you
strike to incinerate
the lives of everyone you know
and what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
and like the blade you stain
Well I've been holding on
Tonight.
I looked around me and stood up. I began to dance, in front of my eyes there seemed to be a stage. Around me I could see thousands of people singing along. I closed my eyes and really got into it. Pretending for a moment I was on stage...just like I used to be.
What's the worst I could say
Things are better if I stay
So long, Not goodnight
So long, Not goodnight
I finished and sighed. In the end it was just a faint memory of the days before.... No! I screamed in my head. You are not to think of that...no one must know. I picked up my bag and began to stride back to my bike. I parted the green sway of the trees and strode to my motorbike. It's shiny black glinting at me. I tied my bag down and put my helmet on. With the visor down I stamped on the peddle and revved the accelerator. In no time I was speeding along the high way. I was going at a dangerous speed round the corners but honestly...I didn't care any more. I sped round the corner and skidded into the parking lot. I looked at the school and smirked. It was tiny...nothing compared to my old school. As I sped into the spot nearest the school. The few people had arrived stared at me.
I parked my bike, took my helmet off and promptly strode into the school office. There was a small queue in there and I pulled out my mirror whilst I waited. Looking in it, I viewed myself. My deep brown eyes were rimmed with black eye liner and my lips were painted with blood red lip liner. My hair was shoulder length and completely smooth even after a furiously fast ride to school. I put my mirror away and saw it was now my turn in the queue.
"Hello, miss. How may I help you?" The receptionist said, her eyes flickering to my face and taking in my appearance. Her eyes widened with shock and then dropped.
"Hey, I'm new here...and so I'm not sure where to go." I replied, smiling widely.
Edward POV
I sighed and took a bite of my sandwich. It had been a slow morning and the children had continued to act up in my lesson.
"You seen her? The new teacher. I swear she isn't. She looks more rough then some of the students!" I heard Rosalie say to Alice.
"What's that girls? A new teacher?" I said, standing up to join their conversation.
"Yes," Said Alice eagerly. Alice taught textiles and always made it her business to know the gossip between the teachers...and a few of the students too. "There's a new teacher that started here today. How have you not seen her? I have no idea what she teaches but she honestly doesn't look like a teacher. When I first saw her I assumed she was a student and told her to quit loitering in the hall and hurry to her lesson. You know how she replied?" Alice said, waving her hands suggesting she was annoyed.
"No idea." I replied knowing that she would need no more encouragement to continue.
" Thank you for your advice, but I think you'll find that you should be focusing more on ACTUAL students rather then teachers...no?" is what she said to me." Alice said, her face becoming infuriated. She folded her arms and I could see she as preparing herself for a huge rant. Just in time, her fiancée, Jasper came to save us.
"Calm it, Hun. I'm sure she didn't mean to be rude. Just breathe okay?"Jasper said, coming and circling his arms around her waist. Alice immediately calmed down and smiled up at him. I looked away, and began to talk to Rosalie.
"So have you had a run in with this so called "teacher" then Rosalie?" I asked, taking another bite out of my sandwich.
"Of course. So I was sitting in the library, filing my nails, and in she walks. Followed by, all the girls that are asking her all sorts of stuff about make up and the like, and all the boys jaws on the floor. I mean it's always me that gets that when a class is in the library but not this time. So annoying. Then she walks up to me leans forward and says to me. "hey....you look like your not very busy can you help me with the class? We're doing some studying on little old shaky and I'm not sure where his plays are stored." well of course, I point her in the right direction...but honestly! Saying I wasn't busying. I was filing my nails!" Rosalie finished, her hair slightly out of place from telling me the story.
"She sounds like quite a character, don't you think?" I replied, laughing as Rosalie began to fume. Through the door way in walked Rosalie's husband, Emmett. He taught gym and he was always putting his mouth in it.
"Wow. Anyone seen the hot chick in the heels? I swear if she weren't a student...," Emmett said, not needing to finish his sentence. Then he spotted Rosalie glowering daggers at him. "But nothing compared on my beautiful, gorgeous, most wonderful wife Rosalie." He said, swooping in and give her a kiss. Rosalie giggled and he was instantly forgiven.
" She not a student," I said, taking the final bite of my sandwich. " She's a teacher here apparently. No one has any idea what she teaches. Though if she's doing something about Shakespeare I assume that she Eng...."
"English." I turned my head to the door and there she stood. I looked at her and I realised why Rosalie had felt challenged and why Alice felt so annoyed. She was tall, almost as much as Rosalie. Her hair flew down to her shoulders and was immaculately straight. She was wearing a loose chequered shirt that was unbuttoned with a vest top underneath. Her long legs were clad with tight black denim and I realised that she was so tall because she was wearing amazingly high heels.
"My name is Bella Swan and you, who ever you are, are correct. I'm the new English teacher here. Sorry if you two," She waved vaguely towards Rosalie and Alice, "Were offended earlier. But personally, I don't consider filing my nails being "busy" and it also isn't librarian duties." Bella said, Rosalie's mouth dropped to the floor as she hardly ever got "told".
"The reason why I was like that towards you was because I don't like being classed with students. You also had no right to tell me off either as you had gone past a group of students without telling them off." She finished, smiling widely. By now I had completely stopped listening to what she was saying and instead were captivated by her eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown and the eye liner perfectly framed them. She was a beauty but something about her told me that there was a reason why she was being such a bitch.
"I'll have you know..." BING BING BRRRRING. Saved by the bell she was, as Alice was just about to give her a piece of her mind.
"Well...I must be off...classes to get to. Students to teach. Eheh." She giggled and walked out the lounge. Leaving everyone mouth ajar.
Bella POV
I closed the door and leant against it. Giggling I though back to just now. They hadn't realised that I'd been there since the beginning of the conversation. Obviously they didn't like me now. But oh well. I went through their faces and realised I could now put a face to each name. I sped off to my class and the rest of the day passed in a blur. Until the last lesson that is. The bell had just rung and I was packing up my bag when I heard the door close. I looked over and I saw one of my new students.
"Miss Swan?" He asked, his blond hair was spiked up and I remembered he was one of my older students.
"Er...yes? You're....Mike? Right?" I asked standing and folding my arms.
"Yes. That's right. Well, me and some of the other students just wanted to say that your a real good teacher....err Miss swan." He finished, blushing. I knew his and the other boys plans instantly.
"Thank you Mike. Tell the other guys I said thanks too. But I don't go for younger guys. Sorry" I smiled and as I walked past him, I patted him on the head. Making his already bright red face, even redder. I giggled as I walked out the room and as I began to walk down the corridor I heard some muttering. I stopped , placed my hand on my hip and turned to look at them.
"Thanks guys. I hope that what you said means you've been paying attention in class then." I walked about the building and hopped on my bike. Speeding down the road I laughed.
I began to think about my day and I realised I could now name a few teachers. There was Rosalie. Tall, voluptuous blonde. Worked in the library. Alice, a small pixie like creature, only textiles teacher there was. Emmett, taught gym. Big, buff and muscular. Jasper, history teacher. Blonde, gorgeous and tall. Last but not least there had been that bronze beauty. He was a mystery to me. I knew what he taught, music. But that was it. I had pretty much no idea who he was. They were all together though. Emmett and Rosalie, married. Alice and Jasper, engaged. Which I guess left Edward on his own. You could tell they were close friends.
I began to think more about the bronze one as I parked my bike and opened the door to my house. Does he ever feel lonely? Does he come home and stare at an empty house and wish for someone that would love him? I looked around my house and sighed. Nahh. That's just me. I sighed and dumped my bag on the sofa. I was in for a night of marking and loneliness...maybe I should share it with some Ripley and the aliens....
AN: What do you think? So about the song title. Well a: I used the song in this chapter and b:you'll find out why that song is relavant later on ^.^
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