Hello readers, I'm so so so so excited to begin my very first Twilight fanfcition ever. Some of you may have read my other fan fictions for The Mortal Instruments, but I did read Twilight before I read the TMI series. Both of them are fighting for the top place in my heart and I don't think it'll ever stop being that way ha ha! I know that some of you who read my other stories are going to be upset that I'm started a new story when I'm still in the process of re-writing the ones that I have. But believe me I will try so hard to keep up. I just couldn't let this idea get away from me! I don't read Twilight fanfiction though so I hope someone hasn't already done it. Well without further ado, I hope you guys enjoy!
Bella POV
Forks so far has been...wet.
It's been wet and slimy and cold and everything that I'd expected it to be. But I did hope that I'd get used to the misty air that was constantly settled over the small town, I guess my judgment was as clouded as the fog in the woods near Charlie's house. Well my house as well now.
Of course I love Charlie, he is my father and I'm glad that he's happy I'm here, but I think that the constant rain has begun to dampen my mood. I guess I'm one of those people with Seasonal effective Disorder and the colder weather makes me more irritable. Whatever the cause of my sudden short temper is, it's certainly began to affect my daily behaviors.
At first I was quiet because I'm socially awkward and unable to form coherent sentences in front of new people. Now it's like I just can't be bothered, and I'm not the only whose noticed it. Angela, a good friend that I've acquired over the 4 months of me living in Forks was kind enough to be truthful when I'd asked her if I seemed different.
"I don't know, I guess you a little more cranky lately." She'd said sheepishly. "But really I could just have been feeling a little sensitive lately." Even though we both knew that I had indeed been more than just cranky lately.
I'd told her that I was sorry if I came off as rude to her because I had genuinely meant no harm to her. Her character, deeply similar to mine, had always been a welcome refresher to Jessica's consistent need to be social. I liked Jess too of course, I just didn't like speaking a lot.
Oh never mind Jessica or Angela, if I didn't get these nettlesome mood swings under control I could push the people that spoke to me away. Maybe if-
"Bella, did you hear what I asked you?"
The window looking out onto the courtyard from the Biology lab came back into focus as I was snapped out of my thinking at the sound of Mr. Banner's voice. My cheeks begin to warm as I realize that he must have asked me a question more than one time and not received an answer.
"I'm sorry, uh no I didn't hear you, can you repeat the question please?" I said trying not sound like I'd been caught not paying attention.
"I asked if you could explain why DNA continues to create new genes and mutations," he said with an underlying tone of exasperation.
"I um- I think because two chromosomes exchange DNA before the cells split," I say. I'd retained enough of what I learned in Phoenix to know that that was somewhat the answer.
"That is a way to summarize it Bella thank you.." He said and continues to explain the processes more in depth to the rest of the class.
I release the breathe I hadn't realized I'd been holding. A tap on my arm drew my attention over the my left where Mike Newton, my Biology partner, sat with look that asked if I was alright. I quickly shrugged and turned back to the front where Mr. Banner was drawing something on the blackboard. I heard Mike let out a grunt that seemed to say 'whatever'.
I don't have time for whatever was bothering Mike this time, and it would probably do me good to avoid another situation that Jessica would undoubtedly get involved in.
The rest of Biology passed by in a sluggish haze that didn't go as fast as I'd like it to before the bell rang. Rising from my seat and packing up my things I think about how I'd always thought that movies were so dramatic in that they showed students constantly falling asleep in class as if they had all developed some kind of narcolepsy. Of course though my thoughts on that changed when I myself had fallen asleep more than once during the mind-numbingly boring classes.
And for the second time for the day my thoughts are interrupted by someone speaking to me. I looked up and tried my best to suppress a groan and school my features into a neutral look in front Mike.
"Bella are you feeling alright?" He asks me nervously. Do I look unapproachable or something? Mike's unease to speak to me isn't common at all, he's usually one of the people that waste no time to launch into conversation about how their weekend went.
"Yeah I'm fine Mike,".
"Are you sure? Earlier you seemed a little-,".
"Yes Mike, I'm okay," I interrupt him not wanting to hear about the changes in my mood. "I think I may just be coming down with something," I say. I hope that will be a valid excuse as to why I've been acing so out of character.
"Um yeah, yeah you're probably right I heard that there was something going around," He says unconvincingly. There's a beat of silence.
"Hey listen, so you know junior Prom is coming up-". Oh no.
How could I forget that the dreaded junior prom was going to occur. Posters and proposals were all over the school. Really there was no avoiding it's arrival, was I really that oblivious to my surroundings?
But now Mike's nervousness to ask to to the junior Prom seems sufficient as just a few months back I had told him that I wouldn't be attending the dance. I had hoped that if Jessica got her hands Mike that any bad feelings she'd harbored against me would disappear.
I didn't miss the way that she started at him, or the way that she'd tense up whenever he would invite me to things before he'd invite her. I thought that all of the unseen tension in the air would leave if they went together. But Mike obviously has not caught on.
"Bella?" He asks me.
"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't listening," I tell him already knowing what he asked me. He turned a shade whiter, probably because he had to go through asking me all over again. I did feel bad for Mike, he doesn't seem to pick things up as frequently as be should.
"I was wondering if you'd wanted to go to the junior Prom with me," he says slowly and uncertain.
I pause, trying to think of what to say even though I've had a decent amount of time. I decide to just let it all out.
"Mike, I'm sorry but no. You're my friend. And I thought you'd be able to see by now that Jess is totally head over heels for you, we'd just cause more drama," I push out quickly. It's like a band-aid. I think to myself.
Flashes of emotions surface on his face. They range from sadness to regret, and from anger to resignation.
"Yeah, you're probably right,". He says dully. "I'll see you around,". He walks away quickly with his head down and I feel a dull ache in my heart for him. Why did everything have to go to hell?
I sigh and pick up my bag before weaving in and out of biology benches and leaving the room. I take the closest exit and walk through the parking lot full of puddles to my truck.
For a minute I just sit. Contemplating what the hell is happening to everything around me makes me feel even more helpless. And I can't shake this overwhelming irritability that keeps on occurring. Now it feels like something akin to panic. Like something is going to go wrong.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and reach down to turn my key in the ignition, hoping that the thunderous roar of the engine will scare some sense into me. But instead I hear something very faint at first, and I pause turning the key so that the engine doesn't drown it out.
Screaming and howling gradually gets louder in the wood behind the parking lot. It seems as though I am not the only one to hear it because other students stop their conversations and look around in question. And then everything turns into chaos all at once.
Strange creatures burst through the trees and storm into the parking lot. Screams of the student erupt all at once as people take in notice of their appearance. Their skin is a bluish gray, and peeling. The creature screech and roar as they charge. They run wildly, their limbs moving sporadically and frantically. And then the first one reaches the crowd.