Hey guys this is my first fanfic so be ultra super duper harsh. Luv ya
Desclaimer: I dont own Twilight, as much as I wish I could own Jacobs Ultra Yummy Abs :)
Magic was never my thing. In fact, I was kind of anti-magic, love, and fairy tales up until recently. I have scars to prove that. Little slits that went up and down both of my arms. Some of them where old and fading, while others were just scabbing over. New ones appeared every day. They were marks from the razor blade that currently sat in the little pocket of my backpack. The pain helped me focus. When I could feel my sanity slipping, when I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, when the flash-backs would rear up in a wave over my head, I would excuse myself from whatever I was doing. The little marks told a story about what flashbacks I was having at that time. The severity. The long, deep ones told that I was thinking about how it was all my fault, I could hear the gunfire in the back ground and feel his body pressed to mine, see the blood pool, and feel him go limp. I knew that it was all my fault and those were the marks that kept me from finding some creative way to kill myself. There was always a way, but I never thought about it, knowing that if I did there was no guarantee I wouldn't act upon it.
It was October when I first saw him. I was sitting alone at lunch, I never sat with anyone and people stopped sitting with me, when they walked in, a family of 5. They were the new kids that everyone was talking about, everyone besides me, that is. It was pathetic. Just a couple of new freaks coming to this circus of a high school, and it's all anyone can talk about. Just pathetic.
I didn't even look up as they walked through the cafeteria. What I didn't know was that it started raining outside so no one was eating lunch in the courtyard. Wouldn't be a problem except that now the only place for all of them to sit together was at my table. I glared at each of them in turn as they sat down and got the shock of my life. They were beautiful. There were two girls and three boys. There was one girl who was short and very feminine looking with a very slight, lean build. She had long raven black hair that was spiked in all directions. Her skin was ghostly pale skin and strange golden eyes. I mean who has golden eyes? She must wear contacts or something. The other girl was a golden blond that would make a Victoria's Secret model insanely jealous. Her sleek figure and fierce expression reminded me of a sports car. Then there were the three boys. One was taller than the others; he had very muscular arms, chiseled perfectly like a statue. He had the same snow white skin and golden eyes as the blond girl he had his arm wrapped around. Huh? Maybe the eyes were real. Who knows? Not like I was going to ask. There was another blond, a boy. This blond was more of a honey blond than a golden blond. He was leaner than the other, but still very muscular. Finally, when I thought I could get to ignore them all, one more sat down. This one, despite my best effort, got a little more than the glare I gave the rest. He was much leaner than the rest and more boyish in his features. He had gorgeous bronze hair, tousled in just the right way. When he caught me looking at him, he smiled. I glowered back, trying to convince myself to stay for lunch.
While I was contemplating what I should do in this situation, the one with the black hair speaks. "Hi, I'm Alice!" And I'm miserable. Instead of replying, I freeze, my pizza mid-bite and set it down. Then I glare at her. This, however, doesn't seem to deter miss perky pants. Instead her smile turns to a grin as she introduces everyone. "This is Jasper and Rosalie Hale. And this is Emmet and Edward. What's your name?" I don't reply; just gather my things deciding I had a date with the girl's bathroom. Just as I stand, though, the one introduced as Edward informs me, "It's rude not to answer." I sigh, deciding it's not worth it. "I'm Bella." I promptly get up and walk away.
