"And so if we look at all the statistics, the results are really mind blowing..." The mumbling and giggles began. I decided it was time to talk a bit quicker. "And so basically that's why..." More mumbling, I looked at the teacher. Even Ms. Brien, with her hair slicked back in a high pony tail, was tapping her fingers completely uninterested. Maybe a bit faster. "." The words flew out in an incomprehensible rush, not that anybody noticed, and I sat down. Ms. Brien looked up from her desk.
"Thank you Bella that was really... interesting." She said, trying her hardest to smile. More mumbles. You had to hand it to Ms. Brien, at least she tried. Just then the bell rang. "The rest of you will have to present you're projects tomorrow morning." She yelled struggling to be heard above the noise of chatting students and chairs scratching against the floor.
I looked beside me at Alice and Rosalie, my best friends. Rosalie's hair was neatly curled and pinned back in all the right places. Her eyes wide and blue. Alice stood beside her, her short, pixie-like hair sticking out in all different directions. She was clutching her books tight in her hands and smiling.
"That was really great Bella! Right Rose?" She nudged Rosalie, who looked completely bored.
"Spectacular." She said sarcastically. Some people considered Rosalie as harsh, but I liked it. At least I knew where I stood. False hope only brought you down in the end. Building you up to a point where you think anything is possible, then dropping you down to where you always knew you belonged.
"Could Bella Swan please report to the principals office." The loud nasal toned voice of the secretary called out from over the intercom. I smiled. Finally. It was Monday which meant this could only be one thing.
"Another letter from Edward. Surprise, surprise." Rosalie rolled. I heard Alice say something too but I was already gone. My letters from Edward every week where the only things that kept me going. He always seemed to listen when noone else did. And most importantly, his letters came every week. He never forgot me.
Edward was my best friend from the young age of five. We were practically joined at the hip since he knocked me in the head with a swing in his mom's house when my mom had come for a visit. He was the one real thing I had in my life. I was ten years old when he broke the news that him and his mom would be moving to Texas.
"Texas?" I had asked as we swung on the same swings in his back yard.
"Yup." He said looking down at his dangling feet. He was always so short.
"But that's so far away." I was already crying.
"It doesn't mean we have to stop being friends." He said looking at me. "And it won't be forever. We're not even selling the house. Mom we're only letting someone borrow it. We'll be back."
"How long?" I had asked.
"We don't know. But I have a plan." He'd said smiling at me.
"What plan?" I'd said looking down at the ground below me. It had felt like it was going to swallow me.
"I'll write you a letter, and I'll send it to your school every Monday." He'd said. "And you can tell me everything that's going on, all of the big things and the small things."
"What if you forget?" I'd asked.
"I won't. I promise."
It was seven years later now, he had never missed a week. I opened the door to the school office ready to receive my letter. I waved to the school secretary Mary and went to the small mail box reserved for students. There was a tall boy standing beside it around the same age as me. His arms were crossed. His hair was a golden colour. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a blue shirt. I glanced at him quickly before turning back to the mailbox.
"I'm sorry that's empty." The boy said and I turned to him. He was actually very good looking in a 'not trying' way.
"What do you mean it's empty, it can't be empty." I reached in to feel just the cold metal of the mailbox. I can't believe he had forgotten. I felt tears prick my eyes.
"Hey it's ok it might come tomorrow." I looked up at him again. There was something familiar about him. Like I already knew him. Then it clicked. "Edward?"
"Yes Bella?"