There Was a Lion and a Lamb Here (They're Gone Now)
By: Komo Pineconeseed
Disclaimer: Twilight is the copyright of Stephenie Meyer and Little, Brown and Company. Silent Hill is the copyright of Konami, Team Silent, Toyama Keiichiro, and Yamaoka Akira. I own neither Twilight nor Silent Hill.
Goal of the story: This is a rewrite of Twilight with Silent Hill elements to make it more interesting: Bella with more of an interesting and realistic personality (which was based off of Heather Mason), and a more realistic relationship between Bella and Edward.
Summary: Bella Swan moved to Silent Hill, Washington to be with her father after her mother remarried. There, she met the reclusive Cullen Family who may be connected with Silent Hill's greatest mysteries.
Warnings: Major spoilers for Silent Hill 1 and 2, minor spoilers for Silent Hill 3 and 4, and minor spoilers for Twilight and arguably New Moon and Eclipse. Out of character.
Rating for Overall Story: M for Mature for Possible Language, Violence, and Religious Themes (SH's Cult Themes). Some parts of this story may be considered violent or cruel.
Rating for this Chapter: T for Teen. Possible Language.
Genre: Parody/Horror
First Arc- Chapter 1
I never made friends easily. For some strange reason, people would shy away from me, and I guess I never bothered to get close to them. I guess my closest friend would be my mom, but even then we'd never been close.
I suppose that's why there was no conversation between the two of us as we sat in Happy Burger in the Phoenix airport. My mom was chatting excitedly to Phil, her new husband, while eating a salad, but she didn't let my attention wander away from her.
"Bella. You don't have to do this."
"Mom," I reply slowly, "I told you already. I'm doing this for me as well as for you. You want to have some time alone with Phil," she opened her mouth to argue, but I continued regardless, "and I want to spend some time with Charlie."
Mom looked at me; her lingering worried expression never left.
"I've never lived with my dad before, Mom, not since you left Forks, and Dad moved to Silent Hill. Mom, I want to go."
She seemed to give up after that. I knew it was only a matter of time before she offered again, however.
"Tell Charlie I said 'hi'."
"I will."
My mom apparently still felt guilty about driving her child away to be with her new husband so she continued with her urging.
"Bella, you can come back anytime if you don't like Silent Hill. I must admit, the town's a bit bigger than Forks and a resort town, so it may be more exciting. But it's so close to Forks, it's got to be as wet and dreary. Sweetheart, you don't remember living in a town that never stops raining, so if you feel depressed, even a little, you can come back home, okay?"
She wanted to be with Phil alone. I knew this. She knew this. Why was she repeating this offer again? I didn't want to respond, so I gazed out the window instead.
"Goodbye, honey."
She gave me a hug, and then she ran off to be with her new husband and live her new life. And I was going to meet my father for the first time. With a deep breath, I boarded the plane.
The flight from Phoenix to Seattle was long, but not unbearable. I brought my new laptop with me and spent the majority of the time reading eBooks. I loved classical literature such as books by Jane Austen and the Bronte Sisters, although lately I've been reading books by Stephen King and HP Lovecraft. Time flew past, and before I knew it, we arrived in Seattle. And then, after a flight change, the plane arrived in Port Angeles. The trickling of people out the plane felt like forever, but I the minute I walked out the terminal, I saw him.
Charlie Swan. My father.
I had seen pictures of him while I was growing up, but they didn't do his character justice. He was wearing a fedora as well as a beige trench coat over a button-down shirt and tie. Why was he dressed like a detective? I thought he was the police chief. Of course, I was wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and ratty jeans, so I didn't have any right to criticize anybody else's wardrobe.
My wayward train of thought had started an impromptu staring contest I realized seconds later. Charlie now had a worried expression on his face as if concerned about whether or not his only child would accept him.
"Hey, Dad." I doubt he would have liked being called Charlie to his face.
Charlie's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and I couldn't help but beam back. "Hello, Bella. It's," Charlie paused here as he thought of the correct adjective, "great to finally meet you," he finally decided on.
We didn't speak another word to each other as he helped me find my luggage then move them to his car. We got into his car, and it was somewhere between Port Angeles and Forks, in between the dogwood and cedar as rain splashed on the windshield, I realized that I was more similar to Charlie than I was to Renee. With Renee, the silence would have been awkward, either prompting her to start on a topic neither one of us cared about or inducing her to call up one of her friends to chat. The silence in this cab, in contrast, was peaceful.
Somewhere between Forks and Silent Hill, Charlie broke the silence to speak of an important topic.
"Bella," he started, "I found a good car for you."
I was startled. "Dad," I replied with a snort, "I can't afford a car yet."
"Well, it's not really a car. It's actually a truck. It belonged to Billy Black. I used to go fishing with him. He…" Charlie paused and seemed to struggle with his words after that. "Anyways, his son Jacob sold his car to me really cheap."
"What kind of truck is it?"
"It's a Chevy."
"How old is it?"
Charlie grimaced. "Well…"
I smirked at him. "'Well' isn't a year, Dad."
Charlie looked at me with an analyzing eye. "You're a mouthy one, aren't you? Just like your mother."
I kept silent.
"It was made sometime in the fifties."
"Which means it'll break down sometime soon. Dad, I don't know how to fix cars. Does anybody? Does Silent Hill even have a mechanic?"
Charlie laughed embarrassingly. "Is that what you're worried about? Jacob's good with cars. He's changed the engine and everything. The truck runs fine. In reality, it's a gift from me to you."
That was surprising. He bought me a car. Well, truck. I guess I just wasn't expecting a present.
Gazing outside in contemplation of my new truck, I realized the rain was pouring; Charlie had the wipers going at full speed. Even through the water flowing down the windows, the green of the trees shone. It reminded me of something someone once said; back in freshman year in Phoenix, a Russian girl had recently moved from the Willamette Valley in Oregon. She made the comment that in the Pacific Northwest, one could find every shade of green.
She wasn't kidding. Everything everywhere was some kind of green. It was beautiful and so full of life. But it was so foreign. I don't have any right to complain, though, since I chose to come here. The best I could do now was live with no regrets.
Charlie had pulled off the highway, and soon I saw a sign flash by. "Welcome to Silent Hill", it said. We had arrived at Silent Hill, apparently, a small resort town next to the ocean that was south of Forks and La Push. The town itself was cut in half by the giant Toluca Bay. Entering Silent Hill from the north side of bay had us enter what appeared to be the business district of the town. It had gotten fairly dark, so I had difficulty seeing what kind of shops and businesses kept Silent Hill flourishing. The car bumped around a little as Charlie drove over a creek. We passed by a few more streets before making a right on Bachman Road? I couldn't see the road sign clearly because a slight mist was forming.
Now that I think about it, I couldn't remember it ever misting in Phoenix. The concept of moving to a foreign town was starting to seep over me.
After a few more turns or something, Charlie had pulled up into an alley. He drove all the way up the alley before pulling onto a driveway on the right. The driveway led to a small cozy-looking two bedroom house. What caught my attention was the giant monster parked on the driveway.
THAT was my truck? Whoa. The giant Chevy was a faded rusty orange color, and the bumper of the car looked like it was about to fall off. The rest of the car looked ready to wage war on every little sedan, however. I could easily see myself getting into an accident where my truck would be standing off to the side innocently while the other car would have broke into a million pieces.
Charlie fiddled with the lock before holding the door open for me. I gave a shy smile and hulled in my luggage. A small hallway led into a small living room with a fireplace and Charlie's wedding picture as well as a few pictures of me. Connected to the hallway was a small kitchen fused with a dining room. To the left of living room and kitchen/dining room was a staircase leading to the second floor and a door leading to the backyard. I went up the stairs. There was only one bathroom at the top of the stairs, and the small hallway lead to two bedrooms: Charlie's bedroom and mine. I entered what appeared to be my room. The room contained only a bed and a desk. On one side there was a mirror, which I'll have to cover up; I don't like mirrors. I opened the closet, took out a few clothes hangers, and began to unpack.
Charlie prepared dinner that night. And by "prepared dinner", he brought take out from a place called Dai Dai Restaurant. At least, that's what it said on the bag. I opened up a box of mushu pork and rice while Charlie fetched forks and plates.
We were halfway through the pork when Charlie took a deep breath and leapt into a topic that was eating at him, apparently. "Bella," he started with a weary sigh, "there's something I didn't your mother or you when you made your decision to come."
I blinked in confusion. "Like a significant other or…?"
"No. It's about a drug trafficking problem."
I laughed. Cut to the chase, did he? "Dad, there's drugs everywhere. Some kids in Phoenix would make fun of some of the smaller cities, saying things like 'the only thing fun there is to smoke pot' and stuff like that. Dad, Mom's already given me this speech. Say no to drugs. I get it."
Charlie gave a tense smile in response to my self-lecture, but chose to ignore it. "The drug's probably something you've never heard of before: White Claudia."
I nodded, never breaking eye contact with Charlie. Growing up in a big city like Phoenix, I was laboring under the impression that I've heard of all of the big drugs. Apparently not.
"It's a very bad psychedelic drug. The police force is stumped to whoever's distributing the thing. We haven't had a clear lead. Every informant who's tried to confess or something all ended up dying in mysterious ways. Some police officers have even died mysteriously, so we haven't figured out anything. Most people are either too scared or here for the drug.
"The reason I'm telling you this, Bella," Charlie seemed to be on a roll he's wanted to go on for ages, "isn't just for you avoid White Claudia. Keep your eyes and ears open. There must be a few lippy teenagers who might let something slip."
I nodded again.
"Also, combine that with the missing people cases that have started over the peninsula," Charlie sighed, "means that I'll be late to dinner some nights. Promise me you'll be careful, Bella."
I nodded again. What else could I have done? I poked at my uneaten pork depressingly.
I woke up the next day to the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. The constant pitter-patter was a clear sign that I wasn't in Phoenix anymore. I looked out the window, and a unique blend of grey and green stared back at me. I shuddered.
After showering, brushing my teeth, and dressing, I went to fetch some notebooks and pens. In my hurry to get up, however, I missed some items that appeared on my desk: a pocket radio, a pocket flashlight, a map of Silent Hill, and what appeared to be a stun gun and stun gun batteries. Apparently, Charlie wasn't kidding about being careful. On it was a note that read:
Bella, the radio's another welcome gift. Sorry I didn't get it to you last night. The pocket flashlight's for your truck. It turns out the cab's light is broken. Here's a map if you get lost. Also, I managed to get a license for the stun gun. Try to keep it on you at all times. –Dad
"Get a license?" Was it even legal to carry a stun gun in Washington? I didn't think so, but Charlie apparently was going to waive the law to protect his daughter from these imagined threats. Even if the "get a license" part was legit, wasn't it a bit excessive? Silent Hill's a cute little resort town! I put the flashlight, the radio, and the map into my backpack and wisely left the stun gun on the desk.
Walking out the front door, I looked across the street, and I saw a giant "Beware of Dog" sign on our across-the-street neighbor's fence. I had to chuckle at that. I hadn't seen or heard anything that suggested the family owned a dog.
After rushing to the truck's cab to avoid the rain, I tried to turn on the truck's radio, but it appeared to be broken, so I turned on my pocket radio. It was set to one of the local stations that frequently broadcasted NPR programs. I got a feeling of déjà vu. Back in Phoenix, the two AP American Government and Politics teachers would get into class competitions. The winning class got bragging rights and free pizza. I decided not to change the station.
After analyzing the map of Silent Hill, I recalled something that Charlie said to me. Silent Hill was divided into four districts with three districts north of the bay and one south. The three districts north of Toluca Bay were Old Silent Hill, the district where Charlie and I lived, Central Silent Hill, the business district that Charlie drove past last night, and the Resort Area, the district directly north of the bay and south of the Old Silent Hill and Central Silent Hill. Apparently the Resort Area had an Oceanside Amusement Park, a lighthouse, and an Ocean View Hotel. Driving from Old Silent Hill, south onto Sandford Street, then turning on Nathan Ave would lead me to the final district of Silent Hill, South Silent Hill. Driving south in South Silent Hill on one of the streets, Munson Street, would lead me to Silent Hill High School.
In other words I lived in the most northern point in Silent Hill, and my high school was located in the most southern point in Silent Hill. With gas so expensive, this was going to be a fun trip. I got into my truck and started the engine. I almost took out the "Beware of Dog" sign, before driving out of the little alley and onto Finney Street. Making a right on Finney Street, I turned onto Bachman Road.
There were a few times in life where I was forced to eat my words, and I guess that was one of them. Driving down Bachman Road and turning on Nathan Ave had me driving with the ocean close on my right side. It was an exhilarating experience. The sound of the ocean was something I hadn't experienced before, especially in a rain storm, and the salty smell wafted in through the slight broken right window. It was scary—the thought that I might lose control of the truck due to the rain and drive straight into the ocean.
Making a right onto Munson Road, I noticed a Rosewater Park on the left. The park overlooked the ocean, and I knew I wanted to spend some time at the park someday. I could see why Silent Hill was a popular resort town. The place was so quaint and peaceful.
I made my way to a parking lot close to Silent Hill High School. Most of the people going here grew up together and knew each other their whole lives. Would they welcome or shun me? I never made friends easily. That's what made saying goodbye to Phoenix easier than it should have been.
The school was made of several buildings, all a nice maroon brick color. The first building had a sign that said "Front Office." I took a deep breath and walked in. Sitting at the front desk was a middle aged woman. She was dressed nicely and had unnaturally red hair, and when she looked at me, her facial expression changed into a giant creepy smile.
"Hello, dear," she cooed at me like I was some kind of new born puppy, "You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?"
"Bella," I corrected with an awkward smile, "and yes, I am."
"Well, Bella," she spoke with a fake serious tone, "Your father has already registered you for your classes." She smiled, looking distinctly frog like now. "Here's a map of the school in case you get lost. And here's your list of classes." I glanced at the schedule: Literature, Trigonometry, Spanish, Art, Biology, and Physical Education. I thanked the secretary—Mrs. Cope was her name—, got a "Welcome to Silent Hill High School, dear" with a frog smile, and went off to find my first class. I opened the door and saw buildings that looked exactly the same. I hadn't made it a foot away from a building, and I was already lost.
I was walking around in circles, desperately trying to find my first course when I bumped into a person. My schedule and map flew out of my hands and landed somewhere nearby. The person I knocked into helped me gather up the papers. He was an Asian boy with an emo haircut that did not match the smile that suddenly appeared on his face.
"Hey. You're the new girl. Isabella, right?" he asked.
It appeared I was going to have to correct everybody at the school regarding my name.
"Yeah. And it's Bella."
"Hi," he greeted me again while grabbing my hand in an arm shake, "My name is Eric. I'll be your tour guide for the week."
I laughed awkwardly. He still hadn't let go of my hand.
"Where to?" he asked. This was getting awkward to the point it was funny. At least nobody was around to stare which was probably because we were both super late.
"Um, my first class is American Literature."
A smile that I thought couldn't get larger got larger. "What a co-inky-dink," Eric drawled, "that's my first class too!"
Even though the tone of that statement should have been used for someone who won the lottery, I ignored that tidbit to ask, "Can you help me find it?" Wordlessly, but still with the giant goofy smile, he lead me to building with a giant "3" painted on the east corner. He opened the door for me and interrupted the teacher in the middle of a lecture. The teacher started to glare at us before stopping suddenly.
"You must be Isabella Swan." Yep, I was going to correct everybody about my name.
"Yeah. And it's Bella." Somebody should start recording the number of times I was going to say that this morning. The teacher gave me a slight smile before turning to frown at Eric.
"Mr. Yorkie, go to your seat now."
"Yes, sir!" Charlie had to be right about the drug trafficking. There was no other explanation for somebody would be THAT cheerful after getting ordered by a teacher.
"Ms. Swan, you may sit there." He pointed to an empty seat. I made my way over to it as quickly as I could without tripping. I became very clumsy when I get nervous.
The teacher started passing out a syllabus. Apparently, I joined the school right during a semester change. That should have made things a little bit easier.
Mr. Berty, the syllabus said, would be teaching high school junior level American literature. Most of the books we would be reading—Catcher in the Rye, Grapes of Wrath, The Great Gatsby, and The Crucible— were books I already read in my spare time. There was only one book, The Things They Carried, that I hadn't read before. This meant taking active reading notes would only be harder since I already knew what was going to happen in the stories. On the other hand, noticing symbols, motifs, and themes for critical analyses should be easier since I knew what to look for. When in doubt, I guess I could always use SparkNotes with my new laptop.
Mr. Berty continued on, and before I knew it, literature flew by. Finding my next courses became consistently easier to find as I started to memorize the map. And before I knew it, lunchtime came.
The cafeteria of Silent Hill High School was one large rectangular room. Off to one side was a row of vending machines with a surprising long line leading to each one. One of the walls adjacent to the vending machines was an a la carte line. The main lunch line was right next to the a la carte line, and was the shortest line, so I went up to it. I grabbed a Top Ramen Soup and half a PB and honey sandwich. I smiled as I spotted some grapefruit juice. At least there was some solace to be found here.
After purchasing my food and adding water to the ramen, I took my tray over to where Eric was waving. He sat with a group of other people, some of whom I swear I've had classes with.
"Hey," Eric greeted. I smiled at him as the other students sitting at the table stared at me. A blond spiky haired boy spoke up, "You're Isabella, right?"
"Yeah, and it's Bella." Yes, Reader. Count how many times I've had to say that already. Count.
"You're, like, from Arizona, right?" A pretty brunette asked, interrupting my thoughts. I nodded. "Then, why are you, like, so pale?"
"I guess I'm part albino," I joked. Why were these people even talking to me? Was it because I was new?
"I'm Jessica," the brunette offered. "He's Mike," she gestured to the blond spiky haired boy. "And this is Angela," she waved at a girl with short dark hair. Angela stuttered a greeting at me, and I smiled back, waving my plastic fork at her. Eric and Mike snickered, Angela shyly smiled, and Jessica just looked shocked. Distracting myself, I took the lid off of my grapefruit juice, smiling to myself. Even in this foreign land, at least some things remained consistent.
I looked up at a table opposite mine. What I saw shocked me.
There were five people sitting there, five really gorgeous and out of place people. There was a very beautiful tall blonde woman and a buff brunet man. Next to them sat this tiny girl who looked as if she took a half blunt blade to all of her inky black hair. Her wide eyes stared into nothing. Next to her sat this blond haired man who clearly wanted to be anywhere but here if the pinch between his eyebrows and curl of his upper lip had anything to say. And last, there sat a boy who looked like to be a part of the group based on appearance but not interaction. He was a beautiful boy with a sharp jaw and red tousled hair. His sharp straight nose and gorgeous thin lips intensified every expression he had to the point of perfection.
Every expression which included complete snobbish boredom, the expression he was currently radiating. Judging from the clothes he and the other four wore plus the way they poked around their untouched food with disgust in their eyes, the five were probably insanely rich and snobby. Great. I thought I escaped rich snobs when I left Phoenix.
But you know, and Renee has pointed this out too, I've always been too curious for my own good. Who were these people? Why were most of them college age? Why weren't they eating? Why buy food if they weren't going to eat it? Why the hell weren't they skipping if they were so bored out of their freakin' minds? (Yes, they were bored. The redhead had started counting the cracks on the ceiling.) While these people clearly gave the message they wanted to be left alone with their existence barely mentioned, I just couldn't help but know, couldn't help but ask.
"So, who are they?" I asked, vaguely waving to the table in front of me. Eric's and Mike's smiles became strained, and Jessica snickered.
"Oh, you mean the Cullens." I smiled and nodded slowly.
"Angela, how would you describe the Cullen Family?" Before Angela could speak, however, Jessica the brunette jumped back into the topic, "They're Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. Dr. Cullen is the head director and head surgeon at Alchemilla Hospital in Central Silent Hill and a board member at Brookhaven Hospital in South Silent Hill. He and Mrs. Cullen are extremely religious. Mrs. Cullen is the head bishop at Balkan Church.
"The blonde haired girl, that's Rosalie Hale. She, like, has a thing with her foster brother Emmett Cullen. You know, the big buff guy?"
"Yeah," I replied, "how old is he?"
Jessica looked shocked at the question. "What do you mean?"
You mean, besides the fact he looks like he's in his twenties? And so did Rosalie and Jasper for that matter? I chose not to voice that thought, though. The last thing I wanted was to offend somebody.
"Never mind," I said instead, "go on." Jessica seemed to love that statement as she once again took control of the conversation.
"The little weird girl, that's Alice Cullen. And she's with Jasper Hale, the blond guy who looks like someone stuck acid in his mouth."
"Jasper Hale?"
"Yeah, he's Rosalie's twin. Apparently they're related to Mrs. Cullen who took them in after their parents died. And the bronze haired boy is Edward Cullen. He's totally gorgeous, and from what I've gathered, the only one that's single," Jessica grimaced, "Don't waste your time though. He doesn't date. Nobody here's good enough for him or something."
As if on cue, Edward Cullen turned his head in my direction and glared at me like it was my fault he didn't date anybody.
"It's disgusting, really," Jessica continued, unaware at Cullen's sudden behavior or attention, "they all live under the same roof. And they're siblings, you know?"
Angela spoke up, "Jessica, they aren't actually related."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Yeah, whatever," repeated Mike, "So, let's not talk about the Cullens." He smiled at me. "Bella, talk to us about yourself."
I guess since I was annoyed at the end of the forthcoming information, the slightly sarcastic comment left my lips before I could stop it. "Hi, my name is Bella Swan. I'm from Phoenix, Arizona, and I've just recently moved to Silent Hill, Washington to spend some time with my dad, Police Chief Charlie Swan."
The four of them stared at me.
"You didn't tell us anything we didn't already know."
Before I could say anything, the bell rang. I jumped out of my seat at the sound and landed at my butt. The whole cafeteria stared while Mike laughed his head off. Eric helped me to my feet while Mike tried to choke out apologies between his snorts.
"We didn't have bells at my old school," I explained.
"Well, there's some new information," Angela said while Mike informed, "The five minute lunch bell is the only one we have," while Eric asked if I was alright.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said to Eric.
To distract them from the incident that just occurred, I offered, "I have Biology next."
That prompted a reaction as everyone got ready to go back to class.
"Yay, like, so do I!" Jessica informed me. And with that, she grabbed me from Eric's grasp, and she and Mike frog marched me to the Biology classroom.
It was odd walking into the Biology classroom. I wondered what we were going to learn. I took Freshman Biology back in Phoenix and was done with the BI 211 and BI 213 sections of AP Biology before I was uprooted and replanted in Silent Hill. (Haha, pun intended.) To what level of detail will this teacher teach? Will I learn anything new?
I then took note of the classroom. There were no desks at all, and all the students sat at black topped lab benches. As Jessica and Mike moved passed me, I realized the stint in the cafeteria had us arrive a bit later than the rest of the students. There was only one seat open, and it was next to It's-Your-Fault-I'm-Not-Attached Edward Cullen.
The teacher wordlessly nodded in the direction of I'm-Richer-And-Therefore-Better-Than-You Cullen, and I knew I was definitely going to enjoy my days in Biology with my new bench partner.
I love Silent Hill. Have you noticed that?
As I set over things onto the bench, I-Model-For-Abercrombie-and-Fitch-Between-Spouts-of-Emo Edward Cullen was still glaring at me. Okay. This was getting weird. I had not run over any animals nor spit in anybody's face since I got here, so why was he acting like I pissed in his untouched coffee? Ignore him, Bella, and he'll ignore you.
"…Another group of organelles, not considered part of the endomembrane system, are the mitochondria and the chloroplasts, and they are best described as the..."
No, seriously though! He spent half of the lecture grinding his teeth and clenching and unclenching his hand. The last time anybody had acted like that to me was when I tripped through our neighbor's screen door back in Phoenix, and the neighbor was this old stern-faced Chinese lady who couldn't take anything humorously for the life of her.
"…DNA from mitochondria and chloroplasts are most similar to DNA from cyanobacteria which support the endosymbiotic theory! Evidence in the reality of the endosymbiotic theory can be seen in primary endosymbiosis. I'm calling it 'primary' endosymbiosis because…"
The rest of that lecture consisted of me taking notes on things my AP Biology teacher from Phoenix already went over while trying to ignore the angry brat next to me. It was really tiring to tell the truth. Was every biology lecture going to be like this?
"…lab in a week! Everybody look forward to it! It's one of the few labs the State of Washington could still afford to let you guys have. Alright, class dismissed."
Even before the first "s" sound of "dismissed" came out of the teacher's mouth, Edward Cullen was already out the door. I stared at the door, my pen still in my hand from the note taking. Seriously? SERIOUSLY! This was the kind of shit I had to endure in this class? What the… You know what. This wasn't worth it. Totally not worth it. I was going to pack up, go to the office, and demand a class transfer. I refused to be in the room with I-R-God Edward Cullen for another second.
Following my trusty map, I reached the front office where my day of hell began. The sight that greeted me through the glass door of the office stopped my hand while it reached for the doorknob. Edward Cullen was inside, talking animatedly with Mrs. Cope, the frog smile secretary. She shook her head at him with a fake smile, and he stormed away from her. He seemed to stop in midstep when he realized I was on the other side before opening the door.
"I guess I'll just have to endure it," he growled as he moved past me. I glared back at him, unwilling to show him my fear, and walked into the office.
"Mrs. Cope," I said with my best I'm-A-Good-Student-Pity-Me smile, "I was wondering if I could transfer out of Biology."
"Oh no, dear, I'm sorry. It seems like every class if full. Is there something wrong with Mr. Banner?"
"No, it's not that," I said, "It's just that, I've already learned everything from AP Biology back in Phoenix, and-"
"—It's just like what I told Edward," she interrupted, "all the classes are full, and all juniors are required to take Biology. I'm sorry, dear," she said with a smile that clearly said she was not sorry.
"Okay. Thank you anyway," I said. I left the office, feeling defeated. It looked like I'll just "have to endure it." Walking to my truck proved to be a bit of a challenge on the wet pavement, but careful navigation got me through with no problems. At least I wasn't in any hurry. I drove up Munson Road and back to Old Silent Hill and home with Charlie.
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There was just something about Edward Cullen that seemed to be a bit off. Nobody's that upset at another person they'd just met. Hmm, I wonder what his story was…