I do not own twilight or any characters. I am not Stephanie Meyer.
Day 1:
Of course today started out boring, like every other day this past century. It seemed that a new girl came to school, but at the time I couldn't care less. Everything chamged at lunch. I tried to read her thoughts, I couldn't. Was my power fading? Did she not think? I opened my mind to the whole school, and I was bombarded by a barrage of sound. I shut my mind off again. It must have been the latter of my thoughts that would be the answer to my question. By the talk around me, it seemed she would have class with me next period. I would figure out my questions then.
I never figured out my questions, because I was tortured. Not by purpose, but maybe more harmful because of that. Bella's scent was like fire in my lungs. It took all my will just to make it through the class period. I held my breath, but then I had to listen to the galumph of her heart, thinking of how easily I could take her with me after class, lower my teeth to her neck… No. I couldn't think about that.
I tried to change schedules, but then she walked into the same room as me, I could have killed her so easily… No, I have to leave.
The next morning I was in Denalie.