hi good people of the land of crazy! welcome to one of my new projects...also so you know this is kinda based off of my french class, and my school all together. sorry, i dont go to school with renesmee or anyone else within this story sadly. just so you know. this is based on most of it. not all of it. also if you like harry potter fanfics, ill let you know that one is gonna be up too so if i dont post or whatever its called for a while you know my plot dragon flew away...awwwwwww:(
The cold dismal town of Spoons seemed to have called for even worse weather, due to the fact that Renesmee Cullen was starting Middle School. Her family wanted her to try public school, considering that she was a head and shoulders smarter than everyone and her growing had slowed, so she was mentally twenty something, while physically thirteen. Life was great at home, so she didn't know why she was subject to this torture. But she wanted to try something new, and Renesmee wanted to be able to experience everything possible while she was still human, knowing of her parents intentions of turning her into a vampire when she reached the same age as the rest of her aunts and uncles physically. Jacob would remain the same too. Everything turned out equal, almost. Getting out of her mom's Ferrari, she walked towards the school, bracing herself for something good, something bad, and something that she would remember.
Pushing open the heavy medal doors, she spotted the front office almost immediately. the desk wasn't at the front, but tucked away to one side of the spacious hallway, with a door leading to the staff room, and two women gossiping. Walking up to the first lady, the one with random tufts of multi-colored hair sticking out of her head in ponytails. She seemed to be raised in the time of the flower power, complete with the name Rainbow. How awesome, Renesmee thought as she kindly stated that she was Renesmee Cullen and came here to find out where her classroom was and other necessities. "At the end of the hallway, and the room number it 223. The teacher in there is Mr. Marzke and it is highly recommended that you don't make him upset, though he is fun to be around..." and Rainbow seemed lost daydreaming about this 'Mr. Marzke'.
Walking down the hallways was a sad thing to do, seeming that the floor was a dismal shade of yellow and the walls were barren and made the school seem like a prison. there were lockers on each side of the hall, but she highly doubted that they were being used. When she reached the room, Renesmee rapped on the door three times, the first time weakly, then getting stronger by the third one. The man who opened the door was quite tall, with short blond hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to have been masked with happiness. What really seemed to be going on inside of his head was the fact that his class was driving him insane. After telling him that she was in his class, she sat down in a desk near the window, in which she stared out of until she realized that she was being pelted with balls of eraser of chunks of eraser that someone had thought to be so entertaining to throw at people. She stood up, and walked to the back of the class where the objects were being thrown at her, tying her bronze curls back into a pony tail, bracing for the battle that was going to erupt.
"I would like to ask you to stop throwing various objects at the back of my head." she commanded fiercely to the boy who was the ringleader of this posse. He stared at her blankly, his messy hair tangled, still damp from the rain outside. finally he spoke, and surprised her using actual words, "Excuse me miss, have we ever met?". (insert profanity). it seemed that he was a trouble maker who just wanted the girls to follow after him like no cheese. Renesmee refrained to reply to that, and politely asking him again, with a hint of annoyance in her tone, to stop throwing objects at her head. he smarted back to her again, just saying that he would stop. this was bound to be disastrous. she should have known that though, when Uncle Emmett told her that these next few months were going to be the best ones of her life so far. And she wasn't believing this one bit.
The entire lunch period was quieter than earlier that day, seeming that people knew that when they saw an antisocial person, to leave them alone. but obviously, that fact hadn't gotten to many people. but nearing the end of the lunch period, after talking with many people, most with odd names such as Luna, she noticed a small posse of girls who were the over achievers in life. thinking that they were perfect all the time was hard to believe, and Renesmee wanted none of that life. why would she want that? that was just a box labeled unhappiness. mentally she counted how many girls in that group were suicidal. it seemed that most of them were hiding something with there body language. then, before Mr. Marzke called the class into order, the lead girl walked by Renesmee and gave her a stare that would make the Volturi cower in fear. That made her wonder what she had done to make this girl so angry with her. besides, she had never even met the person.